In the last month or so, our Friday adventures has taken us from the sublime of a choir singing “Bridge Over Troubled Waters” to the Museum of Failure and now to a feat of … I have no words. How about:
Flawless Hambone.
When I slap myself silly, it is usually for a bonehead decision. And it certainly doesn’t look like this!
Enjoy something you weren’t expecting today.
Hamboning is no mystery,
“pattin’ juba”, it was named.
It’s part of the history
of which we’re still ashamed,
a way to keep percussion
when use of drums was banned
for those with less than nuthin’
when slavery ruled the land,
and it did not fade away
like the rebel yell;
hamboning was welcome to stay
so that it still could tell
of the time music had spoken
to spirits who would not be broken.
OUCH!
Too funny!
That takes some serious talent!
Y’know, it IS good when some things from a different time, culture, etcetera, continue.
The talent was impressive. The era that it harkens to continues…but I can point to a president, secretary of state, congressmen and women, astronauts–we may never achieve totality in this sin-cursed world, but I’m thankful for what America can recognize as progress. I might wanta visit places around the world, but…huh, there’s no place like home (Green Bay! Living a mile from the stadium!)