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The room is hot and moist; sweat begins to drip; there is a fluidity to the movement as the drum reaches a new crescendo. Two men break into a spontaneous jig, another just growls fiercely.
The actual time since the group formed has been less than 30 minutes. But the man have entered a different time, not liner, not horizontal, but circular and vertical, like Alice tumbling downward through a hole in reality. Twenty men—bankers, cooks, carpenters, artists, salesmen, computers programmers—have all began to traverse the inner jungles and deserts beyond the upper world, where men must perform, work, make money, support their family, and contain and even deny feelings, toward a different reality.
These moments have acted as a portal to a lower world, the animal world, the instinctual realm where spirits and ancestors roam, where Orpheus sought Eurydice, his lost love. And on this journey the men carry only drums, shakers, their fear, and the commitment to take risks. For a couple of hours each Wednesday night in Emeryville, California, barely out of earshot of the waters of the San Francisco Bay these men become the Sons of Orpheus.
These men all yearn for the camaraderie and magic which we all formerly knew as the fire circle, the male lodge, the elder discussing the Talmud, the whirling dervishes, or the Brazilian Capoeria clubs. For many of these groups, the vehicle of transportation has been the drum. We enter the magical world—the drum time—where past, present and future tense no longer lock the arms and hearts of men into a tense and constricted and lonely world.
The drum is the ancient unconscious rattle of the bones of our ancestors, who beseech and beckon us with the stories of the hunt, of crossing the great seas on ships and of their gods and heroes. And yet, drum time is not simply allegorical; its sound is the almost imperceptible rumble which cultures the world over the stumbled upon as a doorway to the psych. Here, too, the separateness of the tenses dissolves and the barriers within men and women and between men often disappear.
A few eyes widen but the now undulating circle of men seems to just swallow up his anger. Great Outdoor Events In Newport Beach This Week From whale watching to a holiday lights cruise, there's plenty to do when it comes to travel and outdoor activities coming up in Newport Beach this week. Kennedy University in Orinda, California. The work of the Sons of Orpheus reflects the role of the drum itself. You are commenting using your Twitter account. Kennedy University in Orinda, California.
Kennedy University in Orinda, California. The three words—drum, dream, and drama—raise the question of their etymology. The d also suggests male qualities: Features touch screen, keyboard, or mouse input real drum samples recording and playback Live tile keeps track of beats played. Additional information Published by Revel Software.
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A theme and variation on the human heartbeat continues while a circle is formed. As the participants enter the room, now swaying with the sound of the four congas, bells, and shakers, hips and shoulders begin to awaken and gyrate, and impromptu dances emerge.
The drum had began to fulfill its age-old task as the medium which transports human beings from one world to another. In this case, the world of work, freeways, and competition gives way to the reality of ancient sounds, dance and camaraderie. The leader continues—now by himself—a slow, earthy, and respectful cadence which leaves plenty of space for the spoken word.
Suddenly the body leaps into the center of the circle and screams! The drum negotiates a clean break. A few eyes widen but the now undulating circle of men seems to just swallow up his anger. The conga drum changes its cadence to a more percussive beat—a syncopated Haitian riff with more space and an abrupt resolution.
The rhythm evokes the spontaneous grunts and clatters of men at work on the docks of San Francisco, Marseilles, Lagos and Cape Town. The room has now become transformed into a circular, almost mechanical work crew that has broken into a spontaneous dance in order to ease the burden of its labor. The conga drumbeat is relentless. The mechanical legged monster in the room now has many smiling eyes that reflect the play and excitement present, and many misty eyes that are touching the grief and pain.
The room is hot and moist; sweat begins to drip; there is a fluidity to the movement as the drum reaches a new crescendo. Two men break into a spontaneous jig, another just growls fiercely.
The actual time since the group formed has been less than 30 minutes. But the man have entered a different time, not liner, not horizontal, but circular and vertical, like Alice tumbling downward through a hole in reality.