Recently, I have started going to a drumming/percussion workshop on a Sunday evening put on by the London School of Samba (although ironically I'm not going to tonights as I have man flu). I don't attend the dance or costume making things as I'm not into that (two left feet, only wear jeans). I've only been to the drumming one three or four times so far, but I've really enjoyed the atmosphere created when a room full of people come together to make some (organised!) noise under the instruction of the "conductor" called Fred (I believe there's another one as well who conducts but it's always been Fred by chance on the weeks I have been).
This Is The Way We Play The Caixa
Brigadier General Fred takes his place,
Standing high above his troops,
"Today soldiers, we go forth to face our enemy,
Be ferocious in battle, but magnanimous in victory,
Tame the beast, make friends with it,
Its name - The Samba. Now let us commence",
Our army's name: The Bateria,
Our weapons are cleaned and ready for use,
The order to move up is issued by our commander,
"Standby, standby, GO!",
The engines of the Surdos roar into action,
As intimidating as any tank should be,
Following on in their masses - the Caixas,
The ever-present loyal and skilled infantrymen,
Bolstering the Caixas are the Repiniques,
Specialised in both weapon and hand-to-hand combat,
Supporting these forces, the Tamborims,
Diligent and competent engineers,
Combining their strengths are the Agogos and Chocalhos,
This signals corp defines our regimental march,
Our strengths are numerous,
We hold the ground,
Chanting the spirit of,
Dagga dagga da boom bang!
(I'm not in any of these ones by the way, but gives you an idea of things!)