...a Different Drummer?

It's Watercooler Wednesday and I am surrounded by music. I live and breathe it. From the moment I wake up I hear it in my head, from my computer speakers, or on the car radio. I play it on the piano, the violin, the harp. I tap out rhythms on the kitchen counter and have been told I sing in my sleep. (I can't help but wonder....in tune?)

Today I moved to a slightly different beat. I woke up with a rhythmic thumping in my heart, in my head. A peek at YouTube named what I heard. The Bodhran.

I live less than twenty miles from the most amazing place...a little store and workshop called Hobgoblin's Stoney End, home of the Stoney End harps The place where my Daelyn (lap harp) was birthed. In the front corner of the store were two towers, racks reaching to the ceiling of round drums. Bodhrans.

I should have known better. I was only going to look today. Find out how much they cost. What they sounded like. Ah but once my fingers touched the stretched skin over the wooden frames I was hooked. And for once, due to some great sales of CDs and books over at Half.com I could afford to make dreams come true. Well this dream at least as a Bodhran is an inexpensive instrument.

So here I sit at my desk, the wooden tipper lying next to my keyboard, the most beautiful Bodrhan in the world leaning against my leg. I'm sure it will take a little time to learn but oh, how much fun to discover this new outlet for my creativity.

Let the music begin!