We arrived upon a wild scene. Fire Dancers whirling & twirling implements of fire. A large drum-circle with every kind of drum imaginable. Experienced & serious drummers, and a few pikers too. We were in the "piker's camp." I don't consider myself much of a drummer. My partner is more accomplished. I basically do a plodding "Shaman's beat." Nothing fancy, but kind of hypnotizing. We both locked in for the night, 2.5 hours of drumming. There were Celtic drums, African drums, Middle-Eastern-Style Drums, cowbell, triangle, gong. There was an old Jazz Trumpeter who once in a while added "Bitches Brew" era Miles Davis flourishes to the madly, wilding surging and sometimes fading drum cavalcade.
The sun set in the West, and a sliver of a crescent Moon emerged. A boldly shining Venus too. As the darkness enveloped us, the Fire Dancers upped their game: lager torches, larger, wilder flames, trickier, more elaborate, entrancing moves. There were a few nubile, extraordinarily-beautiful, truly-stunning young women, dancing and prancing and wielding fire like other-worldly, dragon-tamers.
