DRUMS DRUMS DURMS!!

Life is so great, I have been manifesting and working towards a way that will support me in my goal of modern nomadicism, something less structured than a job to job lifestyle. Something that would allow me to get right into the communities that I want to reach and touch, right to the people who have the stories I am looking for. A number of things have entered my psyche, a few things I know well and a few with huge learning curves, but nothing which completly fit my personality.

This week while doing some tracking of parts for this bus project i'm working on, I stumbled upon the most amazing thing, a whole room in a wharehouse chock full of drums, high quality africanhandrums to boot. The owner of these drums, a really nice guy, was unable to move them by himself, not being a drummer, and lacking any real contacts in the drumming community - which is where I come in, being completley tied into that community, and actively searching out other communities of the same.

So that being said - anyone looking for a really stellar drum? High quality Djembes, from Ghana, Nice carvings on all, with different styles, prices depend on size, but I am selling for 350-400 dollars, which is below retail everywhere I have looked. Interested? email me at coyotesight@hotmail.com

cheers and blessings,
beleive in your dreams,
Steve the Drum Guy!

The stars at night.

For years and years I have been uncomfortable in the city, Sure I enjoyed the amenities and activities found within a bigger city, but the pure numbers of people combined with traffic, crime, pollution and the never ending cost of city living began to wear on me, and I began to lose my sanity! No amount of trips out of the city, no amount of camping was able to refresh that feeling, every time I ventured out of the city, I would ask myself "Why the hell do I live in the city?", and every time I returned I would ask myself, "Why the hell do I live in the city?" I never had a good answer for myself.

Four years ago, I began my Exodus, I got a job out of town, a safe place to stay, all was good. The day before I left however, I met the woman who would prove to be the mother of my child, and my exodus was put on hold. The honeymoon period was great but we leapt immediately from honeymoon to pregnant and from pregnant to parenting and my exodus was put on hold.

Our relationship lasted two years, full of beautiful moments and incredible beauty, the birth of our child and the establishment of our home, but unfortunately the stress of city living proved our undoing, ending in a mutually abusive relationship.

Immediately following this period, I began to resume my quest for exodus, albeit in an unorthodox fashion. I obtained an older (but in great shape) schoolbus and began it's conversion. For the last two years I have been living out of my bus, preparing it and myself for my journeys.

My daughter, and the lingering hope for if not a reconciliation, at least a working relationship with her mother kept me in the city, but the realization that it was never to be finally forced my hand.

So I am out, taking the first steps in my new existence as a non-city dweller, and as a nomad. eventually I hope to settle somewhere with someone meaningful, but untill then I intend to travel, collect new stories and experiances, make music and rejoice in the stars at night.