Comments on: Don’t Do It! http://babathestoryteller.com/2006/12/22/dont-do-it/ Wed, 14 Dec 2011 12:56:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Alberdina http://babathestoryteller.com/2006/12/22/dont-do-it/comment-page-1/#comment-144 Alberdina Fri, 08 May 2009 22:35:53 +0000 http://babathestoryteller.com/2006/12/22/dont-do-it/#comment-144 The best advice in teachin I got from my Jembéteacher: He told us a story; he was watching me, a long blond Frisian woman. And he loved the way I walk. So he had been practising for two whole weeks long, just to learn to walk the way I walk. The first week it was hard, he had to analyse all the movements and thought he would never make it to walk my walk. But the second week it was getting better and he even could copy my swing. The steps of my feet and the waving of my hands . He then decided to go out to town and he was happy that he managed to walk my walk. So there he was on the boulevard, with all people, looking at him, walking my walk. He enjoyed, was happy!! And then suddenly there came my husbant, distinguished from the crowd and he looked at him and said: "Hé, that's my wife!!" My Djembéteacher's continuing of the lesson (by the way, he was a short big Rasta man) was that if you want to play music, you listen to music you like. And if there is a rythme you especially like, you copy that rythme, untill you know the technique and play the rythme as like the master would play it. But after copying many rythmes, sometimes, you feel: it is not my rythme, it is the master's rythme. So My Djembéteacher sat in his garden one day, looking for his rythme a little sad, for he could not find it. And then he thought some happy thoughts, some thoughts of the beautifull musicians he met and every time he thought of a musician he played the rythme that goes with the memory and so he played from memory to memory and a beatifull music was composed and then he mixed some memories and mixed some rythmes and then .... the music came from his heart: it flooded into his hands and in his mind the orchestra joined in Music of the heart Tale in my heart Thank you Baba, for sharing Let's make some music! The best advice in teachin I got from my Jembéteacher:
He told us a story; he was watching me, a long blond Frisian woman. And he loved the way I walk. So he had been practising for two whole weeks long, just to learn to walk the way I walk. The first week it was hard, he had to analyse all the movements and thought he would never make it to walk my walk. But the second week it was getting better and he even could copy my swing. The steps of my feet and the waving of my hands . He then decided to go out to town and he was happy that he managed to walk my walk. So there he was on the boulevard, with all people, looking at him, walking my walk. He enjoyed, was happy!! And then suddenly there came my husbant, distinguished from the crowd and he looked at him and said: “Hé, that’s my wife!!”

My Djembéteacher’s continuing of the lesson (by the way, he was a short big Rasta man) was that if you want to play music, you listen to music you like. And if there is a rythme you especially like, you copy that rythme, untill you know the technique and play the rythme as like the master would play it. But after copying many rythmes, sometimes, you feel: it is not my rythme, it is the master’s rythme. So My Djembéteacher sat in his garden one day, looking for his rythme a little sad, for he could not find it. And then he thought some happy thoughts, some thoughts of the beautifull musicians he met and every time he thought of a musician he played the rythme that goes with the memory and so he played from memory to memory and a beatifull music was composed and then he mixed some memories and mixed some rythmes and then …. the music came from his heart: it flooded into his hands and in his mind the orchestra joined in

Music of the heart

Tale in my heart

Thank you Baba, for sharing
Let’s make some music!

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