I also belong to the time of the people raised by the last gusts of the previous regime in the 80s. I started going to primary school in 1987 and I vividly remember my teacher, as she told us: “So children, let's sit in chairs, put your hands behind your back. He does not drink, eat or talk during class. If you know the answer to a question, you must log in. " And we were quite exemplary children in the beginning, because (at least I) was quite scared of a teacher who ruled us with an iron hand.

At home, they also encamped me when they said I was not going to make a noise, not to mention those keys or a table opener.

Both the parents and the teacher had an idea that we should have at least a basic musical education: mastering the rhythm and singing a little. But when both camps (parents and school) confirm that you're somehow out: "don't shut up," "shut up," "singing falsely," I got to the point where they told me, "it's nice, that you sing, but falsely. You better not sing and listen to others! ”And I listened to the exemplary student. I was thinking: "So it's probably the fact that singing and playing musical instruments is only for a handful of chosen ones where I do not belong."

I always imagined that I was going to play something, but you had to "have" schools and / or take some lengthy courses.

Nine years ago, I attended a seminar on shamanism. The lecturer brought several shaman drums on him. We used them in some rituals and all drummed a simple rhythm of 120 beats per minute in unison.

That's when I realized for the first time that it wouldn't be so bad with my "you're out of rhythm", because the next day during the morning "vibrating" I started to get bored with the monotony of a uniform rhythm and started to try at least different forces of punching the drum, then I also began to try different changes in the intervals of beats, and suddenly I noticed that my experimentation attracted another 15 participants of the seminar, who intuitively repeated and imitated the rhythm that spread to them from me. We were like a well-coordinated orchestra of shaman drummers, even though many of us held the drum in our hands only the next day in our lives.

In the end, I left the seminar not only with the acquired shamanic experience, but also with a drum and a mallet with the feeling that this is something I want to experience many more times.

I have often seen on television or at various esoteric events a bunch of people playing African drums - djembe or darbuka. I really liked it and I thought I had to try it too.

I brought an inlaid darbuka from a holiday in Egypt and at one of the esoteric festivals I signed up for an intensive workshop of improvised drum playing under the direction of Pavel Kotek. It was there for the first time that I fully understood strength improvised drumming, because the whole works were carried in the spirit of absolute ignorance of anything from "music education". Almost no rules or restrictions were stated. Everything counts! The only rule was, "Listen to what's happening around you."