I am launching into a new adventure. Patreon.
I am brand new to Patreon and am jumping on board, as it’s an excellent forum on which to create a major on-going work with the support of friends and patrons.
I’m looking for supporters who are interested in enabling me through sponsorship to write up and share the backstories to my compositions, music tours, poetry and recordings with the aim of publishing an e-Book with links to sound files and more. If you would like to be a part of the journey and keep me writing each week, sharing philosophy, showing you compositions as they are being created, or sharing a new score ready to share with the world… please join me.
It is free to read the intro blurb with accompanying poem and have a look at how the Patreon site is structured. I have included a $2 tier to enable fellow artists and others going through tough times to join. Hope to see you there.
Stay well in this crazy COVID world.
A virtual hug…
according to Aunty Anne…
The drawing that hung over my bed always drew a comment from Ellie whenever she came to stay. Her first critique of the work was an enthusiastic “Mmm.” She couldn’t talk and was barely walking.
Two short reviews emailed to me by shakuhachi professionals from different shakuhachi lineages who came to my recital in Kyoto. I have added translations. It is always wonderful to receive correspondence following a concert.
Thank you Izumi Takeo and Inayoshi Youzan.
アン・ノーマン 尺八コンサート、うずらギャラリー京都 三条通寺町西入の古い町家
Anne Norman Shakuhachi Recital, 6 July 2019 Uzura Gallery, Kyoto. Continue reading
REVIEWS of Moon in Water in Japanese with English translation.
— a concert by Anne Norman (shakuhachi) & Uehata Masakazu (piano & reed organ) 14th July 2019, Nagomitei, Yokohama.
日本古来の楽器である尺八で奏でられた音は、私の知るそれとは全く別次元のモノでした。最早それは尺八ではなく、あえて名前をつけるとしたらShakuhachiという新しい楽器の音色に、心を静かに揺さぶられる感覚にとらわれた。 Continue reading
Rising just before my alarm at 5:20am, I went for a walk in the garden. No stars in sight. Not a breath of wind. My first sounds of predawn were cries of an unseen flock of white cockatoos. The “hour of the cockatoo.”
from my soft perch of mossy green
between tangled roots of Tannenbaum
I hear faint clanging sounds Continue reading
An essay by Joe Browning written in May 2017
People and chatter filled the colourful, high-ceilinged room perched on an upper floor in the Melbourne Recital Centre – a bright, airy setting for a new music concert, promising something fresh and a little out of the ordinary. We had come for the launch of The Prospect and Bower of Bliss, an album of compositions by Johanna Selleck recently released on the Tall Poppies label. Chatter gave way to speeches, then about half an hour of music, followed by coffee, snacks and more conversation. Afterwards, when one of the performers, Anne Norman, who I’ve come to know a little while living in Melbourne, suggested I might write something about the event, I was hesitant – not because of any doubts about the music or performances, which I found expressive and skilful, but because of concerns about what it means to write a review. Continue reading