One of my students recently purchased a darbuka. Yes, a darbuka. You may know it as a doumbek, but I still call it a darbuka because that's what the Turks call it and I bought mine at the grand bazar in Istanbul, so there. Anyway, Blake bought a darbuka and wants to learn eastern rhythms. Bless his pointed little head... only 12 years old and he already wants to play in 13! Nothing warms the cockles of my heart (whatever the hell they are) than a kid who wants to count "one, two, one, two, one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three", it's sooooooo cute! BTW, that's a picture of me playing the darbuka, not Blake. He's 12 remember?
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Darbuka Boy
One of my students recently purchased a darbuka. Yes, a darbuka. You may know it as a doumbek, but I still call it a darbuka because that's what the Turks call it and I bought mine at the grand bazar in Istanbul, so there. Anyway, Blake bought a darbuka and wants to learn eastern rhythms. Bless his pointed little head... only 12 years old and he already wants to play in 13! Nothing warms the cockles of my heart (whatever the hell they are) than a kid who wants to count "one, two, one, two, one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three", it's sooooooo cute! BTW, that's a picture of me playing the darbuka, not Blake. He's 12 remember?
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