Predugacka je to prica, zasto bas on i njegov osmijeh, ali prati me.

A zasto se sad pojavio? Pospani um izvlaci naizgled nepovezane price glazbenika koji su proteklih godina nastupali na Gradini, izmijesane interpretacije stvarnosti, snova, idealizma… Jesu li moje, njihove ili ih svi zajedno pokupimo iz etera kad se spotaknemo o kamen na Gradini?

Nekad se cini kao paralelni svijet, potpuno neovisan i s vlastitim energetskim pogonom.

U isto vrijeme magican i itekako stvaran…

Tekst o EA jos nije napisan. Sve ostalo je odavno obavljeno (osim sto slijede klasicne molitve za vize)… Marquez se i dalje smijesi iako sam sad na pauzi od potpuno druge vrste zadatka. Otvaram svepovezivajuci prozorcic i oslanjam se na siknronicitet. Tell me… Upisujem Marquezovo ime u Google i kliknem na link u sredini stranice gdje me doceka zapis njegove izjave:

“It always amuses me that the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination, while the truth is that there’s not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality.”

Sad se i ja smijesim. U umu se povezuju cetiri projekta na kojima trenutno radim, naizgled razlicita, a u srzi ista – u isto vrijeme magicna i podjednako stvarna jer “sve je temeljno na (osobnom iskustvu) stvarnosti”.

Za barem jedan od njih, za Ethnoambient, svake godine iznova dobivam dokaze da nisu samo osobno vec i iskustvo nekoliko stotina drugih ljudi, onih koje poznajem i koje prvi put upoznam imenom kad se jave privatnim porukama i e-mailovima nakon festivala.

“Vec je osamnaesti!” ovih dana je najcesca recenica u porukama.

Da. Vec. Koliko jos? Ne znam, valjda dok god nas ima dovoljno da ga zajedno sanjamo i stvaramo.
“Nije do mene.” rekao bi Ivo.

O.K. Sad odoh raditi na onim elementima koji jesu “do mene” i zahtijevaju da im posvetim pozornost i dovoljno vremena. Tekst o EA ili jedan od onih projekata? Pomislim na jedan, pa drugi, pa treci pa cetvrti… Marquezov osmijeh pojavljuje se uz svaki, ali najizrazeniji je na jednome… Masta, a ne razum, odlucuje o najboljem omjeru djelotvornosti i ulozenog vremena ; ). Good start.

Hvala na osmijehu. : )

Describe the paths around your neighbourhood that may have inspired the step patterns in the local dance as much as the wild animals in the region have done.

I will listen to you singing and imagining the mountains and hills around your hometown as your voice spreads around and I’ll know of the valley and the trees as they shaped the colour and depth of your voice. The sounds of the words and of your instrument will imitate the sounds of the Nature around you and I don’t need to know your language to perceive it.

Your body will tell the stories of the winds it knows from many generations back, your fingers dancing will show how your ancestors picked berries or weaved a fabric.

Your story is being sung and danced; you carry the wholeness of the Nature you know in you… Thank you for sharing, thank you for connecting and enhancing the beauty of diversity in which we all grow and enrich our lives.

The first time I heard the music of Spiro, a familiar tingling swept over my skin, inside and out. “They also know…”, I thought. Wordless comfort in the songs brimming with stories. My stories. Your stories. Their stories.

After a while, the same songs swooped in with different themes. Like a chameleon, they would match my inner state and complement my surroundings only to seamlessly begin a transformation and each time create a new topic, a new pathway to explore; parts of songs that maybe one time seemed to offer an enhanced relaxation background, the next time turn into a rush of irresistible energy that prompt me to dance with it or have a completely different inner visual experience, listening to a different story, a new movie in my head…

However, one song is excepted from this chameleonic playfulness.

For me, the “Yellow noise”, a song from the album “Kaleidophonica”, always brings one theme only: “arguing” with the Sun that, after many days of dusk at noon under multiple layers of heavy clouds, makes a sudden, loud entry and lures outside when I need to be inside!

After the first cheer on a visit from the life bearing shine, comes ignore button and then, as the tempting rays become more tenacious in unveiling all the possibilities that come with the sunny day, slight irritation slides in:

“Oh, now you appear! Just now when I have things to do inside!”

The long awaited fun friend all of a sudden becomes a nuisance that just wouldn’t stop with the excuses to get me out; the one that can’t be made angry and that keeps smiling and calling and seducing me out of my invented dutifulness and into…living in the moment.

Reckless abandon.

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At the surrender point, while transforming from the human doing into a human being, the yellow is no longer experienced as a noise; it becomes warm, melodic light that nourishes all senses…

Yes, they do know.

They know how to allow.

Allow what? Well, it depends on the state of the one listening, or rather – watching and listening.

Spiro’s albums are wonderful wordless audio books yet experiencing them live is a treat of a special kind.

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Photographs made during their concert at the Salisbury Arts Centre.

Expanding awareness

“A student came to a teacher of Zen and immediately got busy talking about his views on Zen. The teacher was pouring tea in the cup that was in front of the student. The student noticed how the liquid was spilling over the brim and warned the teacher.