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Apr. 13th, 2006 03:49 pmLast night was an optional night for working on fights, with some of the Phoenix folks and some members of the Higgins guild. Just a wee bit surreal, with the very serious foilwork going on in one part of the room while
temperlj and I worked out the funniest way to incorporate a dance sequence into our fight over in the other corner. But it felt good.
The night before was drum class. It was the last night for one of our classmates who's moving to the other end of the state, and we did something I've never seen before: we drummed him out. This meant setting up the BIG drum (two feet wide, as opposed to the 18-inchers we regularly use) in the middle of our circle, and while everyone else in the ring kept the bass beat different people would come up, bow to him, and play a solo in his honor. SO EFFING COOL.
The night before was drum class. It was the last night for one of our classmates who's moving to the other end of the state, and we did something I've never seen before: we drummed him out. This meant setting up the BIG drum (two feet wide, as opposed to the 18-inchers we regularly use) in the middle of our circle, and while everyone else in the ring kept the bass beat different people would come up, bow to him, and play a solo in his honor. SO EFFING COOL.
My Brain hurt!
Date: 2006-04-13 08:29 pm (UTC)"Now if we are discussing Capo Ferro and the Italian school..."
"No really, a good hard slap on the booty! Otherwise the choreography doesn't work!"
*burning swordwork clutch*
"Drumming out" sounds cool. I bet you could feel that in your chest in more ways than one!