Darkness and light upside down

I wanted to play something on the street with duduk but my skill is pretty low. And I felt pretty broke today. Blabla. Who cares about those things.

So today I played duduk with gypsy children on the street. One was singing songs in their language. I don’t even know what it is. May be albanian. Another guy was playing darbuka. And they seem to be all over the place on one side. On the other side not limited by a serious effort to do something out of it. It was like a natural attempt to connect somehow and build some composition together.

They process emotions in a similar way. Like one moment a guy clearly feels bad about himself. Cause his friend insisted that he sings worse. But then he just friendly bites the chaser. And makes a joke out of it. Then they pick duduk and try to play on it. They don’t pass around. Oh, I played this thing, would you please like to try? No. They play and enjoy until someone grabs it from their hands and tries the same thing. And all those very human emotions flying around in a funny game. So I enjoyed it a lot. Also they were asking many things on this language. And I had no idea, but we laughed. So that was a good experience.

There is nothing to analyze in this post. I can only say that any self destructive habits we struggle with either destroy us. Or vanish with the time. I’m looking forward for the latter.