In every culture that has ever existed – and I'm not climbing out on a very big limb with this statement – there has been music. I’d wager my bag of salty nuts – my lunch – that every tribe your ancestors ever belonged to made some sort of communal rhythmic noise, and surely danced to it as well.
And guess what? Now they’ve deduced that even cave men loved to sing!
Cave dwellers in Europe during the Upper Paleolithic era – ah, good times, good times – some 40,000 years ago used “echolocation” to explore their dark caves; that is, they’d call out down a deep black hole to see how far it went. And they liked that sound, so they did more of it. They painted images on the walls where the singing and humming took place, and you can imagine the tunes got more formal and elaborate.
Eventually, this lead to Pavarotti, Frank, Mick, Barry and Lionel. And we say, “thank you for all your love.”
Now crank up your favorite tune and rock like an ancient Druid... or Egyptian.
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Eshu was named for the West African trickster god; brilliant and fond of pranks. Yep, just like that guy in high school. However, unlike that guy, Eshu knows all languages spoken on earth. Eshu writes about conundrums and the mysterious, knowing that order and disorder are forever paired; neither can exist without the other.