Bulgarian folk music predates our European tradition!! It wasn’t affected by early polyphony; it remained duophonic long after the Europeans Renaissanced. The singers use throat resonance to hold a steady pitch for 5 minutes. It’s full of modal scales, dissonant harmonies (abundant second, seventh, and ninth intervals). And if you’ll give it a chance, you just might find that it really is quite enchanting.
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189: Choir of Young Believers, ‘Hollow Talk’ (Nordic Noir TV)
Why do I think Nordic music is so fine? Because it’s on a continuum with the world outside.
And why am I infatuated with dark, murky, gloomy, angst-ridden, terrifying Nordic Noir television?
Are you kidding?
188: Imogen Heap/Vocal Line, ‘Let Go’
In which we discuss Leo Da Vinci, Finnish surf jazz, my futile struggle to keep up with the music world, the great Danish rhythm choir Vocal Line, and their treatment of Imogen Heap’s (Frou Frou’s) Pinteresque ‘Let Go’. Oh yeah, and magic gloves.
Continue reading...174: Vocal Line, ‘Don’t Give Up’
If you don’t know the music of Vocal Line, the 32-voice Danish rhythm choir led by Jens Johansen, you should. It’s what all art should aspire to – pure, unadulterated beauty.
Continue reading...Aarhus Vocal Festival, 2013
A subjective glance at the Aarhus Vocal Festival, 2013
Continue reading...161, The Swingle Singers, ‘Sinfonia from Partita No.2 in C Minor’
The 2013 Swingle Singers are great. The 1963 Swingle Singers weren’t bad, either. (Caution: This posting contains a clip of Glenn Gould practicing which may not be suitable for younger audiences.)
Continue reading...059: The Real Group, ‘Joy Spring’
Joy Spring, Walking Down the Street, There Will Never Be Another You Ok, I confess. I am a member of a cult. A proud, card-carrying, dues-paying proselyte, full of missionary zeal, collaring unsuspecting wedding guests,...
Continue reading...047: Bobby McFerrin, ‘The Garden’ (“VOCAbuLarieS”)
I had the pleasure of seeing Bobby McFerrin in concert last night. I was blown away, as always, by his immeasurable virtuosity; and charmed by his warmth and class. I hardly had time to wonder “Where’s the beef?”
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