ANOTHER DAY

every tuesday and wednesday evening I walk out my door and start my 45 minute journey to a creepy, abandoned train station/grass roots cultural center for my classes in ensemble percussion. Sometimes I get lazy and start thinking of the commute as a “same ‘ol same ‘ol” situation…routine.
On one particular evening, though, I was . . . → Read More: tuesdays

Back in late april I went to a percussion show with a few friends. beforehand I was imagining it to be either a glorified hippie drum circle or a glam-schlock-fest like stomp has become, but what i found was an amazing, unique percussion group that mixes improvisation with the guidance of a director. Using . . . → Read More: la bomba de tiempo