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Thanking the earth with song

Adieu Astro

Adieu Astro
I purchased her in Santa Monica in 2000. She took me to Florida, Denver, Tucson, Bizbee, San Francisco, Austin, New Orleans, Kansas, Santa Cruz. Festivals, drum gatherings, meditation centers, hospitals, churches, schools, retreats, healing seminars, camp outs, TV shows. She blew out the engine on the Santa Monica Freeway. She was a good ol’ horse. Cathy Javier commemorated the event by taking this photo of me with George, the tow truck driver taking her away to auction for KCSN college radio station.
I have a history of getting magical donations; In Florida I was gifted a Dodge van from a couple, body/energy workers who wanted to give their old Dodge to Spirit. Their neighbor, Beth, contacted me. They gave me the pink slip, saying, “It’s a great Florida van.” Which meant it didn’t have a heater. I realized that fact in the middle of a freezing November night in rural Western Pennsylvania. That white Caravan took me all over the East Coast, Paralounge in Northern Florida, Atlanta, Washington DC, Cape Cod, Woodstock, over to Michigan to drum with Dominican Nuns down to Topeka, Lawrence, Austin, New Orleans, Key West, on and on. The dodge gave up the ghost at Trouble Slough just in the middle of nowhere, north of Tampa. But it was a great drumming van for many years. The White Astro Van will give somebody a good ride(with a new engine). There is lot’s of Mojo in that frame. So if you know of someone wanting to give up a vehicle for the teaching of these healing grooves. Let me know! There is great good luck in it for who ever wants it.

adieuAstro

sharing the grooves

Not A Stool!

Not A Stool!

Cathy’s bday pic/official band picture

Cathy Javier Buddy Helm

street fair drumming on Montana Avenue

BB King lives

Drums thundered off the brick buildings

Drums thundered off the brick buildings in downtown Elkhart, Indiana as The Wavettes, a drum and baton corps, marched and played their drums and bugles down main street of this typical perfect mid sized midwestern town- a good place to raise your kids up. Wearing a bass drum is not an easy task, even for a young, tall, skinny student of the famous woman drum teacher, Aileen Trafford.  They were national champions and the drummers were all excellent, as was the baton twirlers and color guard. In 1959, this was drumming in the United States; military, disciplined, marching, maneuvering. There was no swinging drumlines playing hip hop. This was traditional American ceremony; no dancing, just marching. The parade lasted hours, the young Scotch drum player was tall and looked older than his age. He was also a good enough drummer to be in the senior corps, but he was required to carry the largest, heaviest drum, strapped onto his thin frame that would come back to haunt his chiropractor at a later date in his life. The first mile was hot, the uniforms were heavy and grew moist in the Indiana summer sun. The second mile of the parade the leather straps wrapped around his thin long fingers began to chafe the skin. The third mile, the blisters start to come up on his fingers as the deep low pounding reverberated through his determined skull. The next few miles was the agony of watching his own fingers bleed freely as chunks of skin were ripped off by the unforgiving leather straps on the twirling scotch drum mallets. By the end of the parade there were blisters on most of the marcher’s feet. But the Scotch drummer had to soak his bleeding hands and wrap them in qauze soaked with Bactine, a useless antiseptic. He would not be able to hold a spoon for a day or so because of the pain and raw bleeding gashes in his fingers. It was part of the dedicated sacrifice required to be a good drummer.

excerpt: “History of the Groove” Russell Buddy Helm ©2015 buddyhelm.com

Teacher’s testimonial:

“Awesome session again with two kids and Henry’s power song! Listening to the song made the one child talk about his birth mother and how she didn’t want him. At the end of the song, the autistic girl with him, who had been listening to his story with a very concerned look on her face, sang “A….. is a good person.”

The heart is a drummer