John:
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Well, in the latest CD, the new one, you're really dealing with
a microcosm. You've gone from the almost universal aspect of "Weaving
My Ancestors Voices" which did just that, trying to weave together
the British Isles, the Indian sub-continent. Now you've gone into
what's inside a drone. Which is a fascinating concept. One that,
you know, certain avant garde composers in the West have taken up
over the years but, you've really done something a little bit different
here right? You've sort of ....
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Sheila:
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Well, it's lovely, in reviews in England at the moment, people
are quoting all these sources at me. "Have you heard this, have
you heard that?" or you know "She must have heard this". And I haven't,
I haven't heard any of them. It' just my response to drones really
and my response to the question which I found a lot of journalists
asking me about where the inspiration for "Weaving" "The Zen Kiss"
came from. And I would say they came from the drones and, they would
say "Oh no! Surely you know that the gypsies came from North India
and moved into Ireland and that's the reason why "Dhyana and Donalogue"
works". And I hadn't worked any of that out. It happened, the connections
between those vocal cultures happened purely in my voice and really
without any intellectual analysis or input from me. So I wanted
to prove it in a way, to give people some sense - non-musical people
who are not used to listening for the harmonics in things - some
sense of what I feel, just before a melody whispers itself into
my ear. And in order for that to happen, I have to really feel the
potential of things like drones. One has to get into that microcosm
world as you say, of the rich tapestry of harmonics. Drones are
so deceptive. They appear to be this very flat, boring, monotone
of homogenised sound but, if you have the ears to hear it, they
are a wonderful rich, diverse tapestry of little vocal sparkles,
little, sorry, harmonic sparkles and cyclic rifts, which are ever
changing, even if you play the same drone on the same piece of tape
ten times and, I really wanted to invoke this sense of being in
a kind of cauldron of sound into a melting pot, where there is apparently
nothing and yet there is everything.
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