(FS) Fly, Fly My Sadness - Male throat singers & female choir Posted by Erik J. Lundquist on January 23, 1997 16:00:00:
TITLE: Fly, Fly My Sadness
DEFINITION: Recorded Music
CREATOR: Huun-Huur-Tu, Angelite, Sergey Starostin, Mikhail Alperin
MAIN CATEGORY: Music
ALTERNATIVE CATEGORIES: belief, community, consciousness, listening, ritual
RELATIONSHIP TO THE CORE WAVE: Does the voice of mother earth in this instance comes from men, the throat singers; and the voice of father sky from women? Does this contradiction with our usual understanding break down a barrier that allows more of the music's power to reach us?
MAIN QUOTE: "To capture in words the essence of what I have tried to do here . . . I remember an elderly couple dressed in black on a small island in Greece. They were looking out across the sea, into the distance, motionless, and time stood still." -- Mikhail Alperin, Producer
HIGHLIGHT QUOTES: “During rehearsals, singers who had never seen each other before and were at first glance utterly remote from each other, began suddenly and spontaneously to perform their forefathers songs for their Salient colleagues, as though discovering this possibility for themselves right then and there." -- Mikhail Alperin, Producer
HIGHLIGHT RECOMMENDATION: It seems like a match made in heaven, Huun-Huur-Tu (The Tuvan Throat Singers) and Angelite (formerly Mystere de Voix Bulgare). Hunn-Huur-Tu are masters of overtone or throat-singing. A vocal technique that allows the singer to sing up to three notes at a time. It's a very deep, resonant, and meditative sound. Angelite is a 24-piece women's choir from Bulgaria with an indescribable sound that is truly worthy of their name, which is Bulgarian for angel. The two singing together is an amazing experience.
DEEPER: I had heard the Tuvan Throat Singers before, and was quite familiar with Mystere de Voix Bulgare from many late everyone-else-has-gone-home-
and-now-we'll-listen-to-some-good-music parties. I really knew the power of that choir (even though for the longest time I thought they were boys).
Well, when I accidentally ran across a CD down at Zia Records of the two singing together. I thought to myself, "Self, this could be good." Imagine
it, throat singers, rumbling from the bowels of the earth, and angels, singing together.
I was excited and made no delay in getting home to check out my new tunes. When I got home, I found that my beautiful wife and child were not home to
share my new musical experience. Being alone, I allowed the volume to set itself at a level at which it could comfortably serenade the neighbors, as
well as myself.
I hit play. The first song made me very happy as I paced my living room in a very relaxed semi-trance. Throat singers chanting, mesmerizing, ya know,
good stuff. The second song started out the same, but really crescendoed with a rhythmic chant that came straight from the innards of our planet.
About a minute of this and I was really feeling the power, when in addition to this marvelous, entrancing, rumbling throat chant, rose a choir of angels.
Now, I'm not a religious man, but I felt God. As I was pacing my living room in a throat-singer induced trance, I was felled by the entrance of those
heavenly voices, literally. I collapsed. My knees buckled. My legs stopped supporting me. I found myself lying on the floor with tears in my eyes. I
felt like I had been smacked by one of those loony healers. You know, that smack people on the forehead and they fall, and are healed. I felt like the
hand of God reached down through my roof and touched me, and I was not quite ready.
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