This is still sinking in…!

This is still sinking in…!

Today was the fourth rehearsal of a jazz trio comprising me (on keys), Barry Rycraft (on bass) and Satya Darcy (on drums). We worked solely on original material this time, after having started on standards. The guys are both finishing the first year of the jazz studies degree course at Newpark and their enthusiasm is infectious.
We’ll certainly be looking into recording an album and doing some gigs over the next months.
If you get a chance to hear this group of Trinity College Dublin students playing the music of Sigur Rós, I’d recommend it (again). Here, they perform ‘Inni mer syngur vitleysyngur’ (Within me a lunatic sings).
I did a project with a group of school kids last week in Offaly. We wrote a song about the Pied Piper, ‘The Bargain’, which turned out rather nicely, ending with lots of angry faces and fist-waving! I’m pleased with the middle section (“the rats were drowned…”) which has a bit of The Divine Comedy about it. I taught it to the school choir I work with, too.
The mayor and piper, a bargain they made
“A fortune in guilders – five figures we’ll pay!
Get rid of the rats, they’re a plague on our heads.
They’re the curse of our town – play your pipe ’til they’re dead!”
He led the rats to the river bank
And he played his pipe ’til the last one sank
The rats were drowned, the town was free,
The piper returned to collect his fee…
“Dear Mayor,” said Piper, “a bargain we made.
A fortune in guilders you promised to pay…”
The hideous, flatulent, double-faced mayor
Said “Here’s fifty guilders – we feel that is fair.”
“You are a loser and I am a winner,
I am a saint and you are a sinner.
This is not the end!
This is not the end!
I will have revenge!
I will have revenge!”
We also did raps – here’s the one I did with my group:
Let me tell you ’bout those rats
Some of them were fat, some of them were thin
Some of them were tawny, some lived in a bin
One of them – he was bigger than a cat
Now what do you think of that?!
Another one – hmmmm, he didn’t look so good
And the smell of him was pretty rancid, too.
Let me try to explain
This smell was insane
Now that I think of it I’m in pain
This odour brought tears to my eyelids
Imagine a sandwich left years ‘fore you find it
Under the fridge or behind a chair
Ugh! I bet you’re glad you weren’t there!
Great fun! When we’d done our final performance on the Friday, they presented each of us with a little bundle of thank you cards – very sweet 🙂
Thanks to my old music-making friend, Alan, for showing me this amazing work by an Israeli musician called Kutiman. Created painstakingly by sampling various YouTube videos, his music grooves big time. The visuals are a testament to the countless enthusiastic music fans who have reached out across the globe via the internet.
The way it’s delivered is quite a departure, too. The web site *is* the release – an exciting evolution of the MySpace idea (Kutiman’s own MySpace page is a great example).
Kutiman’s fourth track, Babylon Band, reminded me of the very cool “hyperactive editing” of Norwegian animator Lasse Gjertsen…
I travelled back from Galway today with three other choir people. (A few of us had stayed in a hostel after the choir’s concert in the lovely St Nicholas church.) Conversation turned at one point to Coca-Cola, our designated driver admitting to having drunk the stuff by the pint with his brother when they were younger. I kept schtum, nursing the conspicuous red and white bottle I’d been swigging from. “What about your teeth…your guts?!”, wondered the other passengers incredulously.
It’s pretty dumb to still be drinking this stuff habitually at my age. So, I’m going to stop.
This was never intended to be a blog about such unmusical trivialities, but I think it might make for an interesting song; the idea of trying to give up chasing after and desiring this thing that’s so good-tasting and sweet but will ultimately destroy you…the global phenomenon, the impossibility of escaping the reminder of the beloved…all your friends telling you it’s a bad way etc.
Coke Turkey – here goes!
I really enjoyed working with the children at the Mansion House today 🙂 We had quite a range of ages in the group of about a dozen kids and we had great fun making music together. We did some rhythm work, gradually building up from a simple clap to a brand new composition, the exclusive performance of which was witnessed by a group of lucky visitors to the Rare Disease Day event.
We composed a poem together, which we named ‘Spiel’, and which was inspired in part by the lovely room where we were working:
‘Spiel’
notebook
music twenty Lord Mayor nothing big space
(quiet)
tail’s gone Oisin dolly
pingy picture window mirror clapping RHYTHM
FLOWER
James Joyce would’ve been proud! We chanted the words in a specific rhythm, adding percussion instruments, chime bars, and my guitar to the mix.
Afterwards a few children and adults gathered around the very nice Petrof grand piano and did a little bit of playing, watching the hammers move and seeing how the pedal changed the way the dampers acted on the strings.
A delightful group of children and a lovely morning all round 🙂
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This was on the wall above the urinal in The Peacock theatre in Dublin on Culture Night (19sept08).
Last week we had snow here in Ireland and the second concert featuring Brian Denvir’s faithful arrangements of Sigur Rós music took place in the chapel of Trinity College Dublin. A music-loving friend of mine told me she went running in the white marshmallow woods near her home listening to Sigur Rós’s ‘Takk…’ album. Snow is such a wonderful thing: at a time of year when everything is dark and lifeless, it blankets everything in brightness. A number of words came to mind as I thought about snow and also this remarkable music that has captured the imaginations of so many people: pristine, natural, soft, all-encompassing…
Opening with the instrumental ‘Samskeyti’, Brian and his fellow members of the Dublin University Orchestral Society led an enraptured audience through just over an hour of music by the Icelandic band. All the other tracks featured Aisling Dexter, who sang from the chapel’s lectern to the side of the stage.
‘Starálfur’
‘Fljótavík’
‘Hoppipolla’
‘Vaka’
‘Andvari’
‘Njósnavélin’
‘Von’
‘Sé Lest’
‘All Alright’
‘Inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur’
The (male) singer in Sigur Rós, Jónsi, frequently uses the high, ‘falsetto’ range of his voice, giving the songs a very wide span of expression but placing them beyond the capabilities of most singers. I asked Aisling how she went about learning to sing the songs – some of which are in Icelandic, one in English and some are sung in a made-up language called ‘Hopelandic’:
Mainly, I learnt the words aurally – by listening to the songs and writing down phonetics – and practising! It was fairly difficult, but the more I listen to Sigur Rós, the more I love it, so there was no problem with that!
I was exploring ‘eighteen seconds before sunrise’, the official Sigur Rós news source, and found lots of interesting information on the band but not much in the way of translations beyond the titles of the tracks. I’m sure part of the appeal of the music is that most people who hear it have no clue as to what the words are about. This is actually quite a special luxury for Anglophones, so used to being bombarded with textual information that we can’t help but process. Part of me doesn’t want to know what the songs are about because then I might lose the ability to listen to what they mean.
One point I’d agree with that I read on the ‘eighteen seconds…’ site was that Aisling’s microphone wasn’t good enough: they just used the lectern microphone through the chapel’s PA system. I’m all in favour of the group’s choice of venues – so far using the natural acoustics of sacred places – but the dire in-house amplification systems should be firmly ignored. The group – who might perhaps benefit from a name? – hope to play a gig in The Black Box in Belfast soon. It will be interesting to see how they fare in a small theatre; hopefully they know a good sound engineer!
Unfortunately our camera is in the repair shop, so I had to rely on the trusty phone. There are apparently videos of some of the songs soon to be available on YouTube, however, so keep an eye out for those.
