On top of the hill at Barton Springs, where the girls tan topless and a vaguely familiar smell lingers in the thick, hot air, the drummers beat a mean bongo. There are many places in town where one might catch an impromptu drum circle, but no backwoods clearing or dirty streetcorner can provide the ambience that makes the low-key (but generally on-key) musical performances at the springs so special. The circles are predominately male with the occasional sarong-clad female, but all are welcome to join the jam.
