It was nothing like I'd expected, though I didn't really know what to expect.
So was my first meeting with a Shaman. She asked me first why I'd gone and I told her it was because I wanted to hear her play her Shamanic drums to see if they were the right kind of sound for my album.
And they were. Something in the animal skin rung true for me: that husky sound, like the thud of feet on dry ground, doomph.
Then there was the chanting, the angels, the rose quartz the size of a table in the middle the room, the strange eyes of this little woman guiding me on a journey to freedom and liberation.
Of all the people I've seen as I navigate the sounds for this album, she was the most interesting and the most bizarre. I find it incredible that she might be the one to yield the beats for my first album of solo music.
What does that say?
So was my first meeting with a Shaman. She asked me first why I'd gone and I told her it was because I wanted to hear her play her Shamanic drums to see if they were the right kind of sound for my album.
And they were. Something in the animal skin rung true for me: that husky sound, like the thud of feet on dry ground, doomph.
Then there was the chanting, the angels, the rose quartz the size of a table in the middle the room, the strange eyes of this little woman guiding me on a journey to freedom and liberation.
Of all the people I've seen as I navigate the sounds for this album, she was the most interesting and the most bizarre. I find it incredible that she might be the one to yield the beats for my first album of solo music.
What does that say?