time well spent on a Saturday afternoon

I love how at the end of Lynch's Dune you have Fedaykin playing on tenor drum duos. It raises the delightfully unlikely image of a fremen marching band.

...I must assume that willfully playing in time like that would have a deep psychological impact for them, an added frisson of taboo and danger. Hell, sex would generally have that connotation, unless they practice some kind of non-rhythmic Bene Gesserit tantric sex. They all must have weird rhythm related fetishes. I used to think that 'you dance like a fremen' was a great insult, but now I'm not so sure. With all this emotional baggage, I bet sietch parties get pretty crazy.

I probably think about Dune too much.