Marc, age 56, likes to invite little kids to join in the fun and take a turn pounding on his drum.

I've always loved music. My father sold vending machines, like jukeboxes, to bars, and he used to take me with him when he was making the rounds, and I'd love to sit and listen to the music. I couldn't play piano or guitar or anything, but I could keep time pretty well, so I had a full drum kit in my parents' house. Back then, drumming was a way for me to get out my frustrations.

But now, it's more a way for me to just get my emotions out. It's a way of communicating. There's an amazing thing that happens, when you're drumming with like 20 other people, everybody working off each other, respecting each other.

I heard about the Drum Circle here in Central Park a couple years ago from a guy who lives in my building, so I came over with my drum and joined in. They were all really welcoming and open. And I've been coming back every Sunday ever since.

I particularly like to let little kids try playing on my drum. I make eye contact with the parent, just to let them know I'm ok, I'm not a weirdo, and motion that they can let their kid come over and play. Little kids will clap their hands and tap their feet in time to the music, so they're already half way there.

I miss the Drum Circle in the winter months. Sometimes I'll go up on my roof with my drum, and just play up there by myself.