So this is my collection of recollection of stupidiotic things I have done in my fabulous didgeridoo way so far.. from what I’ve learned about life… more to come…
In one of my first experiences with epoxy, I cleaned(!!!!) my epoxied hands with dirt!!!! It resulted with having a plaster layer on my hands for two days, in which I managed to peel them off by pliers and sand paper… after that my hands were pink and with no fingerprints…. very nice for a robbery, but you can’t steal anything using your hands because it hurts…
I sanded the great bell of fiberglass with no protection… now this is tricky because of small needles that stuck in my whole upper body, so every shirt was like dressing into an inverted cactus…I surely did lose the smile from the photo
When I was making this great bell for the 10m didgeridoo, I forgot to come to give exam to my students… 200 students were waiting for me in vain… it was a miracle I wasn’t fired then…
My didge cracked before this performance …around minute 7…and I didn’t notice that in the soundcheck… I was just very very surprised where have all the toots gone…as you can see from my face expression… this is also a painful memory which I can’t go through again…
I did a didgeridoo classic of leaving my didgeridoos with wax mouthpieces in a car during summer, to find out that mouthpieces have found their way through the didge, down to impregnate the didgeridoo bag.
Before my first DHRF (the year before the cracked didgeridoo) I chiseled the Needle didgeridoo #2 I later played on Korvo Eksaltiko and I forgot to put out the shavings… I put epoxy inside the didgeridoo to seal it and so I did! I played on this festival with an epoxy ball inside the didgeridoo.. I thought sound was a bit strange but I didn’t discover my stupidiosity until months later.
I really shouldn’t admit this, but during the recording of Dubokobud I had a crack in Iglica (the Needle) #3, and I thought it was kind of more difficult to play than usual…
In Venice (possibly the only Italian city where it is not allowed to busk without permit) I busked on St Marco’s square (THE main square)… in front of the police station, of course…. it took me almost 15 minutes to end up IN the police station…
Once when I first began chiseling didgeridoos I struck my chisel inside the didgeridoo so hard that it twisted inside the wood… it took me two full days to get it out… I tried drilling it, smashing it out…finally I did it with a vise and two car lifts(?)… when I find the picture I will put it here…
Once I found a “perfect” piece of didgeridoo wood in the forest, but I had no saw. I tried to “cut” it by jumping on it with my whole body! I realized this is a great way to break a rib, but not so very great way to cut wood. Really. Trust me on this one.
So I am on my way for the next ten, and you watch out to miss these ten!
-Du