this topic brings me to national city,california, to wilbur bradley's gourd farm. There i washed gourds with peter shapiro who would later cut and fashion them into kalimbas...thumb pianos....with notes reverberating. he could play that kalimba like it was a steel drum.
gourds are amazing things. they come in all shapes and sizes. painted, wood burned, carved or natural, gourds possess a quiet dignity and timelessness.