||slow moving strings improvisation creating a warm harmonic narrative,
||thick and unbroken textures depicts a person with deep probing
eyes and a demeanor so inward that i thought her mute on first
||heavy brass sounds portays the monstrousness of a seriously
industrial city: Chicago, but evolves to become triumphant and
||a symphonic expression of frustration. not only the anger behind
it, but also the result of frustration: creating frustrating sounds!
and somewhere, a little hopelessness.. / AFR 'n simfoniese uitbarsting
van frustrasie, selfs hopeloosheid, maar... tog ook poeties
||Song 2 (Laure)
||broken piano drone and simple three-note motive throughout on
a bed of strings
||one of my very first improvisations with this rich strings sound
on a Roland XP10 (2000). a lot of passion-filled musical imagination
came pouring out, fed by my youthful immersion into late romanticism
||another strings improvisation on the XP10, with flute added,
then (for this album) the cello. improvised self-ensemble (as
is mostly the case!)
||second-ever recording made as professional musician (1999).
Improvised concert on concert organ at SABC studios, Johanneburg,
as per the album "A moment of Mouth-Watering Sounds." this is
an extract early in the hour long org-asm. extra sounds provided
by 200-strong audience.
||lady anne ending (okkerneute)
||soundtrack for the closing scene of the physical theatre play
"Lady Anne" (Heike Gehring), playing on 19th cent colonial tensions
||soundtrack for the moment in the Shakespearean play just before
Hamlet dies, lying in the arms of his best friend. a holy, passionate
moment, and final peace. rich, soft strings.
||the carpet factory
||lost, haunted, deprived, the beautiful sadness of innocence
- such is the picture painted of the child doing forced labour
(soundtrack to a poem)
||when the herd came down
||an extract from a draft soundtrack for the documentary "The
Knysna Elephants." The music follows a scene from the Addo Elephant
Park, where a large herd of majestic elephants comes down a hill,
kicking up clouds of dust against a setting sun..
||on her death
||my grandmother had a beautiful death. when she got ccancer in
her 80's, she was relieved and refused treatment. she organized
her funeral and told us to have a party. we tried. but the beautiful
sadness would not go away. a beautiful sadness.
||Impromptu musical response three days after the 9/11 attack
on New York. From crying to screaming to praying.