Dangerous Compassions


Hey, how are you doing?  I watched this youtube video that I loved.  Please consider viewing it: someone playing a 7/11 polyrhythm inside a 7-11 at 7:11am for seven minutes and eleven seconds?

Hmm, amazing.  I went through a whole process, watching this video.  It was like..

  1. Wow, this person.
  2. I wish this person was my friend.
  3. I think this person is my friend!
  4. This person and I, maybe we were friends in another life.
  5. Drummers are amazing.
  6. I wish I could be a drummer.

Please, 7-11 worker!  Don’t kick him out!  Ah, everything’s ok.

It made me think about being young, some youthful, joyful playfulness.  Feels funny, lighthearted, how kids can create meaning out of scraps.  Weep for what little things could make them glad.


I’m familiar with a weird time signature or two.  I was a bassoonist long ago.  Also, being a fan of Sufjan Stevens, he uses a strange time signature in some songs.  I love him for that.

I remember many years ago, trying to figure out what time signature some of his songs were in.  Yes, amazing rhythm.  He helped me hear microtones also.  I felt weird feelings from the microtonal shifts!

Ps, did you know I’m a geek?  Well, if you weren’t sure, now you know.


I always wanted to be a percussionist.  Yes, drumming is amazing.  I saw a taiko video the other day.  Those huge Japanese drums are so intense.  I saw there three muscular, shirtless taiko players and was like: ah, I want to do that.  That looks so fun.

It’s an old dream of mine, to play taiko.  There’s a fitness aspect in addition to music.  Music and movement together–divine.  And I like some Japanese cultural stuff.  Long ago I had a thing for some Japanese authors, my ex did soto Zen and drank matcha he whipped with a whisk, and my bassoon teacher was Japanese-Hawaiian.

There’s a point where I say, “Oh wait.  I can’t be a percussionist!  I got no rhythm!”  Yes, I did struggle with that.  My inner metronome is on acid–wonky, flowy, nothing to do with shared reality of time.  Some people can play drums.  I thought I missing something inside me.

But maybe rhythm could be cultivated.  Maybe I underestimated my own abilities.  With practice, maybe I could be an amazing drummer.


Unrelatedly, please see these park pics.


The datura is gorgeous.


By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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