Well, I sampled the drum circle event here on Friday night. It wasn't my idea and unless your into way aging hippies and amateurs like myself banging drums then it probably is not the venue for you. I thought this was supposed to a free ranging circle of love where we pounded our drums and the clanged the various musical items on display, but instead it turned into like an open mike night at the local coffee shop. You had a pony-tailed dude singing some really bad music and another older woman in her karokee state of mind trying to do cover songs. The owner of this art gallery or queen of the circle even admonished me for not banging the drum supplied to her satisfaction. I responded by requesting she criticize the singer who thought he was working the room like he was getting paid to perform. Strangely, there was a tip jar nearby, which for obvious reasons remained empty. About 15 folks and also a family of four showed up throughout the 90 minutes I suffered through and for about 5 minutes, everybody seemed to have a good rhythm, but that fell apart quickly when the dude started singing. They had some overpriced juice on sale, but this event and crowd had one foot in the grave and was not a true drum circle like you would see on the beach with energy and excitement. There were several woman who were bare footed and spinning, but their prime was long gone.