Layne Redmond is an American musician and scholar specializing in percussio… Read Full Bio ↴Layne Redmond is an American musician and scholar specializing in percussion, specifically with frame drums from around the world.
Redmond began her studies of frame drums with Glen Velez in 1981. She later formed an all-female frame drumming group called Mob of Angels. She has also performed with Steve Gorn.
In 1997 she published a book entitled When the Drummers Were Women: A Spiritual History of Rhythm, a comprehensive history of the frame drum focusing particularly on its use by female performers dating back to ancient times. (New York: Three Rivers Press. ISBN 0-609-80128-7.)
The February 2000 issue of DRUM! Magazine listed Layne Redmond as one of the 53 Heavyweight Drummers Who Made A Difference in the '90s.
Redmond began her studies of frame drums with Glen Velez in 1981. She later formed an all-female frame drumming group called Mob of Angels. She has also performed with Steve Gorn.
In 1997 she published a book entitled When the Drummers Were Women: A Spiritual History of Rhythm, a comprehensive history of the frame drum focusing particularly on its use by female performers dating back to ancient times. (New York: Three Rivers Press. ISBN 0-609-80128-7.)
The February 2000 issue of DRUM! Magazine listed Layne Redmond as one of the 53 Heavyweight Drummers Who Made A Difference in the '90s.
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II. Being In Rhythm: The Music: Instrumental Versi
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Bloodiemere Dale
on The Call
Leave Crete, Come here, Come to the holy placeCome to the sacred grove. Your altars are smoking with incense.
Cold water sings through the fruited trees, Everything is shaded under the bower of roses And from the shimmering radiance of leaves An enchanted sleep drops down.
Here is a meadow of spring flowers Where horses graze and a soft wind gently breaths.
Come Aphrodite, pour your nectar into our golden cups In grace make the libation, bring your Melissaes to life.