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This is my berimbau.

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Unknown said…
Very cool, how will you get it home?
Rachel said…
exactly my question. i see many baffled airport security officials in your future.
Bigfoot said…
Actually, I was thinking of handing that problem off to my father.
SheilaE said…
The berimbau is a single-string percussion instrument, a musical bow, from Brazil. The berimbau's origins are not entirely clear, but there is not much doubt on its African origin, as no Indigenous Brazilian or European people use musical bows, and very similar instruments are played in the southern parts of Africa.[citation needed] The berimbau was eventually incorporated into the practice of the Afro-Brazilian martial art capoeira, where it commands how the capoeiristas move in the roda. The instrument is known for being the subject matter of a popular song by Brazilian guitarist Baden Powell, with lyrics by Vinicius de Moraes. The instrument is also a part of Candomblé-de-caboclo tradition.
SheilaE said…
The berimbau is a single-string percussion instrument, a musical bow, from Brazil. The berimbau's origins are not entirely clear, but there is not much doubt on its African origin, as no Indigenous Brazilian or European people use musical bows, and very similar instruments are played in the southern parts of Africa.[citation needed] The berimbau was eventually incorporated into the practice of the Afro-Brazilian martial art capoeira, where it commands how the capoeiristas move in the roda. The instrument is known for being the subject matter of a popular song by Brazilian guitarist Baden Powell, with lyrics by Vinicius de Moraes. The instrument is also a part of Candomblé-de-caboclo tradition.
Andrew says it's sweet.
Anonymous said…
Yea yea it's lovely now stop being a cunt and post again about more of your Argentinian adventures.
Also...it is pretty sweet. Will you bring it back to Lawrence with you?

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