I bet I'm the only person you know that owns one of these:
(No, that's a wicker basket in the corner behind it, not part of the instrument...)
It came to the house via UPS on Monday, and all I've had time to do thus far is pull it out of the well padded box and rumble a few notes on it a couple of times.
Pat had forbidden me from playing it after 9 PM
The cool thing about this "Doo" is, quoting the website:
Crafted from start to finish by Aboriginal family Naiuwa. A great well balanced player with strong backpressure and an easy flowing tone. Seven tommy head lizards decorate this great flared didge. It was inspired by the lizards that scamper up and down the trees just outside Naiuwa's workshop.
I've already figured out how to get about three different variations on the droning sounds it makes and can change sounds at will, but in my middle aged decline I don't have enough wind to blow for more than about 20 seconds at a gasp.
The aboriginal players can do what's called "circular breathing" (I also could 30 years ago when I played the trumpet for three hours a day) which involves puffing your cheeks and pushing the air out of your mouth as you inhale through your nose.
Hey, even if I never appear at Carnege Hall with it, at least I'll be getting some good respiratory therapy.
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