Some people are lucky enough to experience callings, driving impulses that forever steer the course of their lives and eliminate their need to make decisions. Some become priests or nuns, some become doctors, or some join the peace corps. Me, I play the spoons. I play the spoons, not because I want to, but because I have to. In recent years, spoon playing has been on the decline, and I can’t allow this precious art form to forever disappear from this planet. It’s that important to me.
And I don’t just tour this fine nation knockin (knockin = industry term for spoon playing). I am a staunch advocate of knockin education. I lobbied and continue to lobby for the spoon to be added to the program at Juliard. I have begun a marginally successful web site (http://home.insightbb.com/~ferguson/spoonplayer.html), where people can learn the history of spoon playing, learn the proper knockin techniques, buy spoons and spoon products, or just find other spoon players to knock with. It’s fun with a rappitty tappitty tap tap.
Look, I’m not totally in the dark here. I know most people don’t think knockin is as cool as all that. So I’m experimenting with new knockin variations. Forkin is neat. The tines vibrate to produce intoxicating tones. And combined with those tinny beats, watch out! I’m currently experimenting with wiskin.
Please, don’t let the magic of spoon playing die forever. Support your local knockers.