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Kiyoshi Nagata is a musician-athlete. He has little fat on his lithe, sinewy frame. He wears the traditional thong undergarment, and the spectacle of his physique is integral to the performance. He stands in a low arrow stance and attack the drum--a giant bludgeoning the moon. It's violent. It's frightening. It's beautiful. His muscles flex, jerk, and release with every hit.
Around him are his ensemble. They are hooded, faces obscured by shadow, and they look like malevolant monks. They beat the drums together, or in syncopation. I am thrilled. I'm witnessing a portentous ritual.
I am an empty vessel, but I am being filled by drumsong. It starts deep in my bowels, making my belly twitch and throb. The big bass drums fill me up to my chest. I can feel the beating in my heart. It changes my pulse. My heart races as adrenaline is released. I feel like I am being chased, but I am sitting in a chair.
Did I enjoy Sacred Tree? Yeah, I guess you could say so.
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Around him are his ensemble. They are hooded, faces obscured by shadow, and they look like malevolant monks. They beat the drums together, or in syncopation. I am thrilled. I'm witnessing a portentous ritual.
I am an empty vessel, but I am being filled by drumsong. It starts deep in my bowels, making my belly twitch and throb. The big bass drums fill me up to my chest. I can feel the beating in my heart. It changes my pulse. My heart races as adrenaline is released. I feel like I am being chased, but I am sitting in a chair.
Did I enjoy Sacred Tree? Yeah, I guess you could say so.
