SONGS for the DEAD on Thursday 1st November 2018
Who sings to the dead these days?
In our times we are demanded to move on quickly and put the past behind, we seem to have forgotten to remember our old, the ones that passed on the fire through generations, the ones that with many struggles and less than perfect lives grant us the chance of being here and breathing.
In remembrance of Samhain a time when in these lands was the belief that at this particular time of the season the lines between the spirit world and the living became blurry so direct communication with the underworld was favourable, the herds were brought down from the pastures for the winter, the sacrifices that would sustain the tribe for the winter were taken place amidst Great purifying Bonfires, nowadays the vestiges of these ancient rites are present but mostly devoured by the hungry ghost of meaningless consumerism.
Like in the old fairy tales seven years have passed since LaxuLa's world collapsed and the descent proceeded to silence, sackcloth and ashes. Four years later when the hope of a new sun seemed to be peeping through the heavy clouds of the south-east sky, an adamant and profound rite of passage guided by my daughter's beginning of fertility and my own end of it, summoned us on a pilgrimage to the land of our people, Catalonia. What found us there was the neglect of remembrance that had taken place in regards to our ancestors, partly as a consequence of my mother's exile, milk that fed us.
In the old Peregrin fashion, a promise was made to learn the old songs and take them to the land and once a year to the bone house of my own with the intention of repairing and attending that remembrance.
Yet a deeper descent to remote caves of despair was on the cards. As I learned and offered these songs, precious humble conspiracies have occurred while droplets of delicious praising grief have been torches lighting the maze and rosemary garlands were braided, angels and allies have shown up while treason took place, demons have been battled and some befriended, the human epic ways that we all walk. These songs have been like a baton that kept me busy running like an archaic messenger back and forward from the dead to the living and back again over and over through the storms were taking place, seems to me that this industrious humble labour has granted me back my old inclination to make some noise public.
So after years of silence and with plenty of trepidation, it's my honour to be offering some of these songs, a collage of Iberian Indigenous working songs, traditional medieval romances, Ladino songs of exile and, electronic looped renderings at this beautifully recovered Church of St. Augustines, with the support of a long-term friend collaborator Multi-intrumentalist Master Improv Sylvia Hallet & the brand new acquaintance of Luis Nadal's experimental guitar.
The funds from your generous donations will go towards the production of Jagged Mountain's new album Hertzeloyde's tears.
Music Genres: Electronic, Folk, World Music
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