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Nothing Happened To Me Today...except! 14/05/17




Nothing Happened Me Today...except I spent three hours with a group of Turkish drum students in LONG BUCKBY!
Ten very British ( I believe ) men and women going through transmissions, rhythms and techniques which began as repetitions and then built in complexity, speed and tone until we were all in our own particular zone.

Nothing happened on the way to Long Buckby apart from one wrong turn which added 20 minutes to the journey but since it was in the lanes between Dunchurch and Daventry that was no hardship at all. The blue sky and white wisps of clouds made the extra miles worthwhile and in no time at all, I arrived at the house with an hour to spare!

I was quite prepared to visit the local pub and wait for the other members, but no I was invited into a house which had the feel of a Mediterranian home. The artwork on the walls with an ornate screen, decorated bookcase and numerous Darbuka (I believe). An invitation for a cup of tea or coffee was gratefully accepted and then I was taken on a journey into the wilderness...or the back garden. A curved path through wild plants, to a stream which flowed gently passed the house as if it had been built there on purpose, instead of the other way around.

The people began to arrive and we were introduced to each other, although everyone else seemed to have already met before on previous workshops. Then a car pulled up and a lady began to unload a large drum and other accessories so I offered my help with the smaller items, on the presumption that if I slipped with these minor articles I'd do much less damage than with the large ornate drum she was carrying.

"Ernie Boxall?" She asked.
I was staggered, I'd never seen this lady before, or so I thought.
"Eileen Hopkins, your uncle's wife."
Indeed Eileen had married my uncle, she had lived in our cul de sac all my childhood and here 30 miles from my house and 50 miles from where we had lived, the opportunity to do some drumming for the first time, an opportunity suggested by a networking friend on the off-chance I was free brought two people together who had not seen each other for some 40 years or so.

Three hours of drumming later, two more cups of tea, two slices of fruit cake and one slice of Lemon Drizzle cake later, baked wonderfully by the mother of the house-owner I returned home after an excellent day out.

If Nothing Happens To Me more often it will be a good year.

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