"Which child has not gazed, dreaming after a mobile, nose pointed under the zephyrs of little characters, balancing at the end of a nylon string with the slightest breeze ? Imagine the same mobile complete with drumming Majors in flesh and bone. All of this hung from below an arch, a vault or lifted by a crane. Imagine a frail trapezist performing in the middle of this airborne cluster, sewing a seed of folly with her gracious swing. Imagine the rich beats, strident rhythms and deafening rolls distilled by these flying Drummers…"