The Hang…part Two

A girlfriend just shared a youtube link, featuring a young man who’s performing fascinating, rhythmic, and melodically rich music with his hang drum.

And since I have a particular interest in hang drums, as I described in an earlier post – from September 14th, you can see it here – I decided to share this clip with you as well. This street player is self-taught and he incorporates a diversity of sound in his playing; even adding in separate percussive elements!  Wow!

As I was doing a bit of research, as a result of what the young man says to the street crowd before he starts playing, I learned that the instrument is correctly referred to as The Hang.

The Hang “is a musical instrument in the idiophone class created by Felix Rohner and Sabina Schärer in Bern, Switzerland (developed in 2000).” – Wikipedia

I invite you to check it out!  😀


I didn’t know that sound came from a human voice

This gentleman is fascinating to watch….playing his instrument and singing in this unique way with such an unusual sound in his voice at times.

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His Magnificent Obsession


It started when he was watching some film footage of a concert, and as he watched the band playing, his attention was mostly on the drummer.

He’d already been following this other drummer, who actually was the one who inspired his passion to learn drumming.

Then some time had gone by.  He’d eagerly gone to drum lessons and worked and practiced diligently for hours every day.  The fire was lit inside him, and he was in his bliss.

No, it was this second guy who thoroughly captured his imagination….whose moves kept him spellbound, whose drumming was complex and yet spoke to him like no other drummer’s playing.

He switched to a new path.

However he could lay his hands on CDs of this band, he would manage it…..somehow.   And he did.  Bought some.  Borrowed some.  And he listened to them every day.  With his headphones on.  Usually after having done the initial warm-up and rudiment exercises.

As he listened to each song, his mind was open, and he felt at one with the music.

Then he decided to work at becoming as proficient as his idol by practicing one song at a time.  Over and over and over and over.  However long it would take.  Until that song was learned.

He didn’t care.  It was the process of teaching himself, and it wasn’t work.

It was his heart’s desire.

Some songs took longer than others.  Some had incredibly complicated rhythms and fills….and solos.  If it meant an unusual bass beat from the regular kind in the chorus, he’d adjust.  For those he would listen in minute detail…..and practice until he could play it exactly like the song.

Why not?  That’s what made these songs great, even just from the drumming point of view.  His idol was not hailed as THE best rock drummer of all time for no reason.  So, he sweated and played and practiced…..sometimes to the point of having blisters and bleeding fingers.

He loved the drummer’s creative use of the kick bass, crashes and ride, for incorporating the toms in unusual and different ways, for his incredibly solid skills with triplets, for always playing right “in the pocket”……….creating sounds he hadn’t heard before.

Each song had its trademark sound.  There’d be 4/4 time, 3/4 time, and some songs with unusual time signatures.

It took a long time, and eventually he would see progress, as in completely being able to play a song from start to finish…..playing along to the band, as he listened with his headphones on.

And what a feeling when another song had been deciphered and learned!  His smile would burst from his face.  His happiness flowed inside, filling him up.

When he had worked his way through the first CD, he then picked up the next one in sequence…..waiting for that first song to start; his fingers, arms, and legs poised with eager anticipation to the sound of the new rhythms and fills.  No holding back.  He’d get there eventually.  Of that he was certain.

On the day he finished the 7th CD, he had the biggest smile on his face!    Quietly….not saying much.  His eyes sparkled and shone.  For his personal development, his goal achieved, and a strengthened passion for his drumming.

Such was his magnificent obsession.





A Second Chance


Waiting to be played,

Old and young cannot resist,

Sharing in the fun!


Note:  This summer I have noticed a few such “come-and-play” pianos out in the open in public places, and each time someone was doing their thing, adult and younger. Cool!  This young lad was playing at Canada Place in Vancouver, B.C. when I was visiting there a couple of weeks ago.

A neat way to revive an old piano that some owner doesn’t want anymore, so it gets a new lease on life with people who MAY want to use it.   It’s fun to hear music in all kinds of ways.  🙂

Mama Plus Two

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Around 9 a.m. on Friday morning I was given a most remarkable present!

It was one of those occasional sleeping-in days, and so I was headed for the bathroom upon waking up.  I happened to glance out of the window, which faces into our backyard and saw a flash of light brown.  Some kind of smallish animal?  At first it looked like it was hip-hopping through the grass, so I thought, “ooohhh, a rabbit!”  Then I looked more closely and soon realized the mischievous and rambunctious little one was actually…..a young fawn!

And as fawn #1 kept busy with running and jumping about, then fawn #2 showed up and joined in the fun.  So, two of them were dashing about, running here and there…leaping and prancing.  Full of joyful being!   It wasn’t long before I got to see mama deer show up.  I kept as quiet as I could so as not to make a sound, as I kept peeking out the window for the best view.  I didn’t want to inadvertently alert the mother and disturb the family in their play time.

I managed to get a couple of photos of them, and one of my friends said to me (later on) that it looked as if mama decided to pose with her little ones especially for me….and how lucky I was to be able to see this.  I truly felt lucky!

I have seen deer before, often by the roadsides, either when avoiding collisions with them or even just to watch them moving about in the meadows and fields.  However, this was the first time ever for me to see a mama and her young in such a fairly close up and visible way. And in this instance, It seemed to me like one mama was sharing the joy of her kids with another mama who’s been there, too. I felt such joy for her.  One of those thrilling, happy moments.  And I couldn’t have asked for a better present!