Little story... Live in Tampa. I'm a drummer for over 30 years. I went to one of these near st. pete. We played and played and played. Little by little drummers would drop out and leave. Crowd stayed pretty good though. Untill it was just me and 3 or 4 other drummers. They turned off the lights at the pavillion were by. So it got real dark. But just enough light to still see the face a little. I kid you not. This one drummer was in some kinda trance... He played so good. I mean like nothing i've ever heard. Me being a drummer for a long time who can hang with the best of them my interest peaked and I asked the guy while we drummed "hey man, how long have you been drumming?" his eyes were in the back of his head. I was like uhhhh... So I asked him again, to which he spoke up in some sort of other-worldly vibe and said "for four hundred years now". I was like is this some kind of spirit that entered this guy who's been playing through people in these tribal ceremonies or something? kid you not man. I got the vibe that this dude was inhabited by a demon or something. Luagh all you want but man, you werent there to hear this guy. It was out of this world. freaked me out man.
Well, you can do anything anyone would do at the beach. You don't have to listen to this. It's just something they do every Sunday. I was on vacation and thought it would be fun to see. But you can sit in your room and hate the world as you do now.
