I wrote this in an other thread and decided that it was just going to highjack the thread so I thought to start this instead.

I am sure most all of you who come here have been in a few drum circle or just found a great place to jam on your own where something more seemed to insert itself into the moment. Something emotional or entangable, that feeling that doesn't alway have the worlds to discribe it or a photo that could show it, but it was real none the less. I speak of the time where when the drums quite themselves and you find that fuzzy feeling hasn't quit left the room yet. Some times the drums seem to evoke something that isn't so much of this world but something far greater. I have had a few moments like this and like to share it with you.

BIRDS use to have a drum circle once a month every month for a year at a church on 27th street and Charles. The same place where we had the Rhythm Festival each year. It was a wonderful place to play because it was a large abandoned church with high vaulted ceilings and the sound would resonate of the wood of the church's bare ceilings. When the circle would really get rolling and the sounds were synching up to a feverous pitch there was something magical that would happen. Not the magical as being the new age hand holding or the mystical fantasy magic, but a real everyone can hear it and look at each other an talk about the "What the hell was that" kind of magic. What happens is that during that wonderful jams where everyone would get in synch, a sound would appear out of the blue. A very high nondescript sound that would be just out of one discernible perception. With out getting hokey or religious (anyone who knows me knows that isn't me) but it would sound almost like a children’s choir was practicing in an other part of the church. But we would be the only ones there. I would be banging away at my skins and this sould would filter through the background and pull be away from me "Astral Thang". (Thats what I call the zen meditative space out I get when I am drumming) I would hear this beautiful sound filling it the background of rhythm and add an almost melotic quality to the room. I would look across the circle and notice that there were one or two other drumers look up and around as if they were straining their ears to hear the same thing I was tring to pull out of the air. When we stopped it stopped. I even recall on several occasions where other people pointing out the sound and asking if there where other groups in the building. It is one of those strange things that would give me chills for I am a bit disenchanted when it comes to the world of ghosts and sprits. Now I am not sure if it was just the sounds bouncing off of the wood ceilings but I hope it was more than that, being that the ceiling has been dry walled since the last time I heard the sound. But it will forever be an amazing experience that I will always think back to and wonder.

I hoped you liked my little blog which I do plan on copying to my profile but if anyone else has anything to share I would love to read about it.