 Nibi wabo anaiya Akina skwi nibi wabo Heia heia heia heia heia Nibi wabo anaiya Akina skwi nibi wabo Heia heia heia wabo Anaiya akina skwi nibi wabo Heia heia heia Nibi wabo Akina skwi nibi wabo Heia heia heia heia Heia heia heia heia Nibi wabo anaiya Akina skwi nibi wabo Nibi wabo Akina skwi nibi wabo Heia heia heia wabo Akina skwi nibi wabo Heia heia heia Strong women's song. Tell us a little bit about the music. Michael, Ken, Ryan's the best. Skip, skip, go ahead. Be really golden to have you share your experience with the drum. You're one of the newest members on the drum. And tell us a little bit about your, you know, what got you started? Why are you sitting on this drum today, Skip? Well, it was one of those things that I had been going to Powwows for years. And was probably went for the drum. And, you know, for me, when Brian asked me, it was one of those things where I sort of felt it was coming. And, you know, I never would have asked. But where he did, I was like, absolutely. And it's interesting because I do a lot of different spiritual practices. And there's something about the drum. And singing with it, that is probably the best throat chakra thing that I've ever experienced. You know, I've done a lot of different things. It's incredibly powerful. And, in fact, there's a lot of, you know, deeper things that happen in that experience that's very hard to explain. You're also from the Abenaki family over in New Hampshire. Yeah, yeah. Thank you so much for making this journey today. Would anybody else like to speak from the drum group? I just enjoy playing. We enjoy listening. And I'm sure our listeners... These guys came to, last year, it was difficult getting singers to commit. So I wasn't sure what the future of the drum group was going to be. And we'll skip it, Michael. So, Dartmouth Pawel pretty much went up there for that in mind, one of the big things. And then I've been in communication with Tom all the time. And once I knew I had to skip and Michael, they were committing. Tom joined on board. I mean, I still have the other singers. But, I mean, this is a good group and where I moved up to Vermont. It's amazing of everything just kind of came together. I was driving four hours for practice or a few practices. Anyway, I can remember that. It was pretty amazing, you know. One more poem. And you can find this on my blog. It's easy to find my blog by going to Twitter at garlic please. This is called Water Census. I told you this would happen. You'd wake in the morning and drain your thoughts into the rain barrels stored near the bricks your ancestors used to lay. Just remember this planet is a living being. And you, these days, you are more than a census taker. Stop counting people and money. This is what we will count. One dog bark every 6.5 seconds, 17 morning bore bird noises, the house plumbing, the distant hum of the fridge, one luna moth, four young foxes, 86 books in Italiano, two to six yard rabbits, three books in Espanol, 87 books, three booklets and 12 chat books in what's left of American English, 76 poems scattered in pieces of Acoma and Hebrew and Mohawk lifting, five clear recordings of my great grandmother's confessions, the confessions she left in Ontario, a tub of anise oil, another tub of coconut oil, 28 vats of spanglish words determined to be impatient expressions of 1,000 Chihuahuas running in one direction away from the ocean. Keep in mind, the sea is a language. Aret, flash future. Before the drinkable water ran out, before the birds flew on another day and another place, you will have ripped open a cotton shirt, you will have no nipples, no chest, just a mark where the seatbelt continues to invest in bruising the sternum, everyone's sternum, with that kind of friction, with that kind of collision, you can expect to get hurt. The skin you had, we had, will wash away like bed linens released from their restrictive, impressive clothes lines, free to the wind. My heart, our hearts, will be made of bubble wrap and my lungs, your lungs will be filled with the disorganized coils of video reels. Everything will be turning and twisting so that no doctor could possibly accurately diagnose what it means to be filled with the short films of Passersby. This is the life of an empath. Before your days end, sweet friend, promise me yourself the sky. Promise me you'll donate your body to art while you're living. Stay connected and woke. Love always. Elizabeth Mariani. He's going to be playing his original music on guitar. Thank you so much. This is Moonhawk, a lyric by George Michoud. I love that George wrote that song, because, you know, he was one of your first members, right, of the band. Well, George joined on a little while back as we were making a transition. George came on just before I picked up the new drum today. But George is by... George and Bill, two great guys and semi-retirement from singing, but it's always a pleasure to have them around. We still got their music, which is really wonderful. This is... We did this one earlier on the drum. This was originally written for the drum. The first time we sang it with the drum, we actually practiced it on a picnic table. And then we played it at Dartmouth, and we did do this at Dartmouth. So it was just kind of, you know, and it just came together so organically. But this is quiet. I'm going to... I want to switch you over to something like another one. Those of you out there that were insulted by the latest Kame Lustrius leader find some enjoyment in this. This is called White Dog. Indeed. The other one stands strong. One second. We added Peter Mayhuban. I'm delighted to hear also Dave Eugene from the Mrs. Boyabnaki. You've got some great programming going on up there. Check them out, and look for these bills that are coming up in the state legislature as well. I want to do a twist on an old Tom Petty tune something I was doing last year as the Standing Rock rallies were going on. They played this one, Benefit in Cambridge. Well, like I said, with a little apenaki twist. It's kind of from Jesse Buchak and Elie Joubert, one of the language classes. So this is what are we doing. Cork Singers show this year. We'll call it a show because it wasn't a pow-wow. We'll come to Tuck Homeland's festival, Ternous Falls, where the Ternous Falls Massacre was. Yeah. I don't want to get into the details of that on the radio, but that was a very special time for us, the stuff that we saw. But, you know, there I was driving with my phone and just kind of recording what I had in my head, putting it all together once I got up to Montpelier. I got one more. A prayer for my elders. I always appreciate songs for the elders. Make it through the winter. That's a tough one. Well, when you're up here and you're experiencing one of the coldest winters in 20-something years, that does come to mind because there's a lot of things that lead to Alina, my elders, Alina. So, a lot going on, right? Might as well shout out for a little bit of healing for some of those elders going on right now. Yeah. Thank you so much, Brian. Thank you. Thank you.