I have always thought that aboriginal artifacts, stuff, was really cool. Musical instruments and art, stuff.
I have made boomerangs, bullrorars and didgeridoos. I make these things out of whatever I can find laying around and then paint them in the aboriginal style. I have a lot of fun with this.
This is a Didgeridoo that I made out of 2" PVC pipe. I found that a 4' section gave it just the right sound. Since this is just a hollow tube I had to make a mouthpiece . The traditional mouthpiece is made from bee's wax. I went to the hobby store and found a block. Now the trick is to get it soft and before it gets hard to form it into a comfortable mouthpiece.
Now using automotive primer I painted it and for the finishing touch I painted a small lizzard in the middle. I realize that the picture is not very good but you can look at my flicker pictures to see a larger size and a detail shot.
Now the piece is finished, I am satisfied with the way it looks and I think I will give it a try. This should be easy, NOTTTTTTT!!!!
The idea is to keep a tone going while still breathing. So it is kind of like a bagpipe that uses your cheeks for the bag. Blowing thru the tube and breathing thru your nose all at the same time. I finally was able to master this.
Now I have two stories for you.
The aboriginal story says that way back in the dreamtime there was no moon and there were no stars. the night was very dark. A man and his family lived in the bush and to comfort and protect his family at night he gathered loads of wood so he could keep a fire going all night long. This fire would warm his family ad keep the beasts away.
After one of these fires he saw a piece of log that had not burnt up. The center had burnt out of this log and left a nearly hollow tube. To clear the tube he blew into it and this was the first time that the world heard the sound of the didgeridoo. The gods or god heard the sound and wondered what the racket was. To see better they let the moon and stars shine. This is how the didge and the moon and stars came to be.
Now the second story.
After I masterd the didg the babe said that I should come to the womans club and give a demo. Well after much consideration I gave in. Mistake!!
When I walked in carrying my didge, they didnt even stop talking. The only reason they had come was for the dinner and to talk louder than everyone else. Well in this babble I set down and started to play, not a lot of intretst. But on I played till I was red in the face and dizzy in the head. Finally I settled down to play for my self.
About that time, the kitchen doors swung open and there stood a tall, dark skinned man who was obviously not from around there. He pushed his was thru the gaggle wiping his hands on a large towel. He stood before me with the largest grin on his face and then sat down and listened and talked while I played. He was from Australia and had not expected to hear the sound of a didge in this place.
This unexpected happening made my day.
Make of it, What you will!!!