Here are the two choices presented this week.
The groove was strong. Late night drumming. No rules here. No leader. Twelve people in rhythmical harmony, dialoguing and improvising. Dancing hands. It sounded like a rolling wave. It felt like we were connected by a set of invisible threads which combined to fashion a kind of star shaped cosmos between us. Our own temporal universe. A worm hole through which all things, not just us drummers, were connected. We sat on this ever evolving groove for hours. No one trying to lead, to control or to dictate. All ears open. Connection.Deep and real. Then it happened. We arrived. Together. Instantaneously. Not knowing how. At that place. Silence. No one could explain what had just happened. How we had just stopped on the same beat! No one cared. We just knew. We were there.
to stop on the one