Those first three words in the title name the members of the Dunun family, cylindrical West-African drums that you usually put on a stand to play. Think of those sizes as Papa bear, Mama bear, and Baby bear; the names are a bit onomatopoeic. I bought a set and, separately, stands to put them on. They’re pretty enough that I want to post their pictures, which gives me an excuse to share West-African drumming vibes.

Motivation · I’ve been studying West-African (and a bit of Afro-Cuban) drumming for decades. This kind of music relies on dununs, djembés, and bells. Djembés are played with bare hands, dununs with sticks. In class, we play the dununs in traditional style, one drum per person, one hand playing the drum sideways on a stand, the other tapping a bell strapped to its top.

Dunun on a stand (but no bell attached).

I’m reasonably proficient on the djembé but nobody would call me a star; I can keep to the beat at a reasonably fast pace and even improvise a bit. On the single sideways dunun, I can get along.

For the last couple of years, I’ve been in an invite-only weekly drum jam; a dozen or fewer of us gather in an old church and create rhythms together for a couple of hours. For me, this has become a major mental-health support.

One of our regulars, guy named Mark, brings along three dununs mounted side-by-side vertically so you can play rhythms across all three.

This setup is called “ballet style” because it was was popularized by Les Ballets Africains (that site is worth a visit, as is this documentary).

Anyhow, Mark plays djembé sometimes and welcomes others playing his dunums when he’s not, assuming they ask first.

I’d lacked the nerve to ask  — Mark is a pretty elite drummer — but one time a few months ago I felt daring and gave it a try.

Which awoke an unsuspected internal demon. I found playing along with the rhythm effortless, then improvising on top of it; my hands went to surprising places, it seemed of their own accord. Eventually I got excited and was leaping around a bit while playing. After, two of our crew called me out and said that’d been excellent. I love consuming music but very rarely as in never before get compliments about performing it.

I took my turn standing in on Mark’s drums for the next little while and had similar fun every time. So I decided to get some. Obviously this involved a lot of research and asking around; I generally prefer to buy used instruments, but couldn’t turn anything up. Mark told me, and others concurred, that a really good source would be Drumskull, where Mark had got his, now 15 years old and still sounding sweet.

Acquisition · There was a small problem, namely that I’m currently boycotting products from the United States of MAGA. But when I emailed and talked with the Drumskullsers, it turned out they were old-school hippies from Santa Cruz, which, I decided, earned them an exception.

Then there was a big problem, namely shipping. Somehow Purolator broke the three drums into two shipments with different addresses, both wrong. Multiple phone calls and emails and support-bot interactions occurred and I got seriously bent out of shape. Purolator, you had one job.

Finally I got them, here they are.

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I think they’re handsome. Also, they sound wonderful, although Drumskull tells me it’ll take a while for them to break in properly. I also got cases for each from Drumskull and those are superb, I’d feel confident checking them on an airplane or tossing them into the back of a truck. They also came with three pairs of drumsticks.

I strongly recommend Drumskulls.

The downside is they’re really freaking heavy, in particular that big papa-bear drum. By the time I get them out of the house into the car, then out of the car into the church, I’m panting. I’m thinking that on some evenings I could get leave Papa bear behind and get along with the two higher-voiced dununs.

Stands · The observant reader will have noticed that in the pictures, the dununs are sitting on nice wooden stands. These are from Shaw Percussion, located in rural Ontario.

The great thing is that they’re adjustable to fit your drums, look nice, and very stable. The bad thing is that, because of being adjustable, they’re heavy and have pointy bits. We have a friend/contractor who’s a gifted carpenter, I may ask him to build a custom set which should be lighter and simpler.

Give it a try! · Most cities have an African (and less often Afro-Cuban) drumming community and/or teachers. Most teachers provide drums so the barrier to entry is low. It’s energetic, fun, and will probably change the way you think about rhythm. Also, strikingly gender-balanced both on the teaching and learning side.

If we ever meet at a drumming event feel free to ask for a turn on my dununs.