Here is some history of how I met the didjeridu
As far back as I can remember I have always been a vocal noise maker. I would do little motor boats and seals when I went swimming. I imitated most any animal noises - cows, horses, dogs, crickets, and even elephants. It was not uncommon for me to scare or shock people right out of their world with a hellacious bark or some weird cosmic noise. This part of my persona never left me, so I still often make the noise of what people might be conversing about, or create some original noise instead of the normal "hum." Moving ahead in time, to about 7 years ago (I think) I heard a really interesting sound in the background of some Australian movie (It might have been Crocodile Dundee). I couldn't even listen to what was being said because I was so intrigued by the sound of what I now know is the didjeridu. Then about a year later, my cousin gave me a tape recording of "Baka" with, of course, Graham Wiggins. I was captivated. I listened to this much more than the rest of my favorite music; new age jazz. Then a little over two years ago, I saw a guy who was packing up his didjeridu stand to leave from the Boulder Spring Creek Fest. It wasn't until the following year that I learned it was Rob Thomas. He said that he was sorry that he had to leave, but that he would be at the One World Fest at Angel Fire NM that summer. I wanted desperately to get my hands on a didj, but this was the only person who I'd seen that even had one, let alone selling one. So I set out to Angel Fire that summer. He wasn't there, but someone else was selling didjs. So I went over to check it out. The sales guy looked really familiar. We both looked at each other for a while trying to figure out where we'd met. After eliminating all of the possibilities like - ski club, Ultimate Frisbee, weight training, college, teaching, I was stumped. Then he asked, " You're a teacher?" After the confirmation, he said, "I'm Patrick Walsh and you were my 8th grade teacher." So I replied with, "Great, now you can teach me something." So that was the actual moment where I was introduced to didgeridoo. I got some lessons on circular breathing and basic droning. It turned out he lived only a block away in Boulder, so I bought an Agave from him and spent many hours over there picking up pointers. The Didgeridoo is now a part of me. I had tried other instruments, but never something with which I could use my intrinsic noise making abilities to harmonize in such a fundamental way. Hardly a day goes by that I don't pick it up and create some sort of racket.