
University City, in St. Louis County, borders the City of St. Louis. (Remember our STL civics lesson?) It gets its name from Washington University, part of which makes up U. City’s southeastern flank. Its quirky, hip main drag along Delmar Boulevard is called The Loop. I think the trolleys from the city used to turn around there years ago.
The Loop is full of oddball shops and restaurants, an art house cinema and a locally famous club named Blueberry Hill where local resident Chuck Berry drops in to play. I was walking through the area with my camera last weekend. The people at sidewalk café tables didn’t particularly want their picture taken by a stranger. And then I heard it.
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, one and two and three and four. Counter rhythms. Syncopation. Riffs of balanced/unbalanced beats booming from many percussion instruments. In a small plaza by the farmers market was a drum circle, 12 or 15 people beating it out. Most but not all were black. There was only one woman. Their faces looked unaware of each other, each in an individual reverie, but they played as an ensemble. I orbited the circle taking scores of pictures while most of the drummers ignored me. It was like finding a diamond on the sidewalk.
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