The Beastie Drummers are a boisterous bunch at Samhuinn Fire Festival. They are the all singing, all shaking life and soul of the party, drumming relentlessly to keep the Summer revelries going. C’mon, it’s the last party! Best to go out with bang, not a whimper, eh?
The Beasties are the booming and bopping soundtrack to Summer, but the days are getting darker and shorter. There’s all this orange and red on the trees, which the red clad drummers liked at first, but now they’re not so sure. A new season is coming, they can feel it, and they want to wring the best out of what is left of Summer while it’s still here.
Summer’s drummers will lead the court astray at first, but they cannot delay their fates forever. They will revel in the gloriousness of existence before at last passing the torch on. There are new drummers come to accompany Winter with their beats, and the Beasties will yield their batons to them gladly – on condition that they continue to rock it.
Yet nothing lasts forever. Summer’s drummers are not dead, but asleep. They have planted a seed to lie dormant under the leaf-mould, feeling the pull of the sun and the moon through the cold season. It shall dream through Winter, before bursting forth from the ground when the time is just right.
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