Dulsori classes (2006)

I’ve just uploaded to Flickr some snaps from last Friday’s fun evening at SOAS. Thanks to Melissa and bluebronte for these. I can’t claim any credit myself. Keywords: Event tags: Dulsori classes (2006)

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Dulsori evening class # 5: the performance

by Philip Gowman 22 July 2006
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If anything was going to go wrong, it was going to be the Hwimori. The others were easy: at most four lines, each one the same length, and played once before moving on to the next; and the cycle was repeated several times so that there was no way you were going to forget it. […]

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Dulsori evening class # 4

by Philip Gowman 21 July 2006

I can touch my toes for the first time in ages. Such is the effect of sitting on the floor crouching over a drum for three hours solid, four days on the trot. Things were going swimmingly yesterday. We had all done our homework. We were remembering everything, doing the breathing, and actually laughing and […]

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Dulsori evening class # 3

by Philip Gowman 20 July 2006

Mainly consolidation yesterday. Lots of breathing (back-rolling) and reminders of the previous couple of evenings. We were struggling with the heat, and recognising this after a couple of recaps of the ground already covered we played some Korean games. This involved running around, making lots of noise, holding hands and making moves straight out of […]

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Dulsori evening class # 2

by Philip Gowman 19 July 2006

Yesterday evening we learnt the backhand. And, in retrospect, as I struggled last night to notate what we learned, we also did triplets. We were without the interpreter yesterday, so 95% of the class was conducted in Korean. Some of the Korean students took pity on us non-Koreans (we had a new joiner, another Brit, […]

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Dulsori evening class #1

by Philip Gowman 17 July 2006

I ache. My brain aches from concentrating too much (maybe I should relax and go with the flow, but that only happens when at least three pints of London Pride have gone down my neck). The insides of my legs ache: in order to play the changgo you need to be at least a black […]

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