I was having coffee with some friends this morning (actually, I was having a V-8. I don't drink coffee. I've never acquired a taste for it and frankly, the idea of drinking coffee gives me the distinct feeling of being imprisoned, which no doubt goes back to my childhood when I was forced to dine out with my parents. In and of itself, dining out wasn't a bad excursion...except that it included my father, who was - and I'm not exaggerating - the slowest eater that has ever sprung forth from a mother's loins. And he insisted on ending each meal with the perfect cup of coffee which he lingered over forever...this after I'd already spent an eternity at the table watching his practiced utensils keep the various foods on his plate from touching one another, a habit I've picked up myself, although it's a preferred way of eating and not mandatory). But I digress...again.
Anyway, while we were having our respective beverages, one of my friends asked me what I found so compelling about drumming. I could answer her in one word - which for me is unusual - entrainment.
The word "entrainment" is linked to Dutch scientist Christian Huygens, who used the term in the mid 17th century to describe the tendency of two oscillating bodies to vibrate in synchrony. In humans, our biological rhythms are often entrained by external cues - women know what I'm writing about. Remember in college when everyone in your sorority or on your dorm floor or in your apartment got their periods at the same time? That's entrainment...although I remember hearing it referred to as something much less melodic. In short, it's all about rhythm - biological and musical.
When a group of people drum together, they reach entrainment - they follow each other's rhythms. It's something you feel, you know when you're there. Drummers call it "the pocket". I call it heaven. Rhythm is a language that can unite diverse people. Rhythm can succeed where words fail. Drumming creates one powerful voice out of many. It's....magical. And that's why I love it.