Life in Lynch Lair at Wildcat Station

[Drunk Monk]

Did someone say Didgeridoo?



--tg

I say "didgeri-don't-even-start"

I say "tg FTW!"

My three didges - #1 is a lathed wood tube that Stephen Kent (a didge master) sold me after I took his workshop. #2 is a Cali made one from a hardened yucca stalk. It's fragile and I don't remember where I got it. #3 is an authentic Aborigine digeridoo that was gifted to me by one of my Kung Fu students. He immigrated to Australia after meeting his wife there and had brought it back from one of his prior trips. He knew I was into didge and figured it was pointless to take it back to Oz. 

I used to be able to circle breath. I could almost hide my breath but never got to the point where I could play a cohesive solo. I could play in a circle if others hide my gasps. Back when I worked at WLE and lived across the street, I would go play in the middle of the night, blowing didge into that yin yang that was in the middle of the main training hall floor. The echo and sustenance of that space was incredible - smooth cement floor and walls. 

My Oz didge rest by my bedside in the corner. I played it for Yuki (he did not like it) and was reminded how I can't circle breathe anymore and how I should practice it. Stacy plays piano, guitar and recorder and keeps trying to get me to learn an instrument. I tell her I can't even play didge. This discussion has been going on for over a quarter century now.