‘hidden connections’
In the Spring 2002 edition of BOMB magazine, Marc Ribot conducts an interview with Bill Frisell. It’s a fascinating exchange as the two musicians – the principal guest guitarists on David Sylvian’s Dead Bees on a Cake – share perspectives on their music making, drawing both parallels and distinctions.
Continue reading “Dobro #1 – Aparna and Nimisha (Dobro #5) – Albuquerque (Dobro #6)”‘unconditional love’
At the peak of Japan’s popularity in 1982, David Sylvian was posed a question during an interview with The Face: ‘Do you like children?’ The 24-year old’s response was: ‘I hate children. Children in airplanes is my biggest hate, I just cannot stand having children in such close contact and not being able to get away from them.’ Whilst some might sympathise regarding experiences when flying, Sylvian’s outspokenness reminds me how young he and his fellow band-members were at the height of their success, and how they had existed within a relatively insular world to that point.
Continue reading “Alphabet Angel”‘finding common vocabulary’
Dead Bees on a Cake opens with the album’s longest track, ‘I Surrender’, a song David Sylvian said ‘encapsulates the theme of the album’, being – as he described it – ‘love, devotion and divine intoxication.’ Embraced by a golden glow of inner-longings fulfilled, we are transported to a place where finally ‘the stars are all aligned’ and bookish enquiry is cast away in favour of first-hand experience: ‘“Come find the meaning of the word inside of me.”.’
Continue reading “Midnight Sun”‘spellbound…hanging by a fine gold thread’
Ingrid Chavez’s 2010 album, A Flutter and Some Words, marked a return to music after a long break. Her only previous solo album, May 19, 1992 on Prince’s Paisley Park label had been released nearly twenty years earlier. The intervening years had been spent prioritising motherhood following her marriage to David Sylvian and the birth of their two daughters.
Continue reading “All of My Mother’s Names (Summers with Amma)”bhagavatīstutiḥ – ‘so moving…so pure’
‘I met Shree Maa in the Spring of 1996, when my wife asked me to accompany her to a friend’s house where the saint was visiting,’ recollects Charles Seward. ‘When we arrived everyone was singing, ringing bells and dancing about the room. I thought, “Is this a wild party, or a spiritual gathering?” Trying not to feel out of place, I sat in the back of the room and watched. There were song sheets but I could not pronounce the words which were in Sanskrit. The atmosphere was alive with a kind of infectious loving, joyful feeling. Slightly out of character for me, my hands started to slap my crossed legs, and before long my knees were bouncing, my head waving and my hands clapping. My heart started to open, as the boundaries that separated me from others faded. The whole experience contained a great sense of elation.
Continue reading “Praise (Pratah Smarami)”
