In the car, on the way to dunun village, I was telling Melanie how I loved the clakkety clakk sound of the krin: It's a hollowed out log with slits that's traditionally played with 2 sticks and has different tones depending on where you strike it. That clakkety clakk sound always makes me think of bones. And I like that. I also mentioned to her that it would be great to actually play my krin with bones.
So, last night at our AFO rehearsal, she hands me 2 long thin bones!!!
She tells me they're from the ribs of a Sea Lion. A sea LION.
Could I be anymore grateful!??
I'm a wee bit concerned, however, that this is going to see me sailing over the edge of sanity into some psycho primal place that I may never return from.