I follow parallel scars, lured by their bumpy wayward promise. Leaving the dry red sand, I skirt marshy grasslands, trying to keep the lake in view, sometimes only imagined through tangled trees. I am seeking the illusory “far end” but dare not invade virgin ground—Is there any here, in cattle country? Are you mad? Continue reading
This is the transcript of a speech I gave two days ago at the album launch of a superb bowed-string impro collective in Melbourne. I abbreviated the speech (removing references to my own experience), and extemporised on the topic (hey, it was an impro gig), but, for the record, this is the speech I prepared. Thanks for asking me Ernie!
“Zephyrs of influence weave their way throughout these pieces,
lending familiarity and freshness”– Perry Holt – PBS “In The Quiet”
“The music on this CD reveals the magical power of
collective improvisation at work.” – Le Tuan Hung, Sonic Gallery
Wonderful reviews for a wonderful CD: Bowlines: Circling Strangers
Why am I [Anne Norman] launching this Album of improvised string music? Perhaps because I too enjoy group improvisation, and perhaps because Ernie Gruner recently joined me in Darwin to take part in Tunnel Number Five: festival of underground music. Continue reading
This article was originally posted on Tunnel Number Five FACEBOOK page on 13 August 2016,
three days before the festival of underground music began. 1,198 people reached
From Tuesday to Saturday, here in Darwin, we have a chance to practice Deep Listening in a remarkable venue that enhances our ability to sit still and open our ears. Many audience members will find their eyes naturally closing to enable them to more fully enter the world of sound. Continue reading
to my album: Beneath the Surface – music for shakuhachi, violin and tunnel Continue reading
in a quandary…
I have been writing a long-winded novel for kids over many summers (the only chance I get to work on it each year for a month or so)… and the first 3 books in the series are complete (just been re-reading them from last summer before launching into the next season of writing). Continue reading
Putting together a new CD is a big job, but rewarding and fun (once you get over the hump of self-doubt; hours of listening to takes and impros that weren’t quite usable; dealing with coughing audience or bleeding traffic noises…)
The CD I have been working on recently is unusual in several ways. Primarily because it was recorded in a tunnel under Darwin. Continue reading
“Empty Bottles” is a long-winded poem on the drunkards’ middens of the Northern Territory, written in 1893 by William Aaron Millikan, my mother’s father’s father. When I first read his poem a few years ago, I was not enamoured of it’s form. It must be some kind of poetic convention of his day, I thought, and set about rewriting it to make it flow better! Rather presumptuous, but my attempts were not an improvement, so I put it aside.
Just tonight, I came across the poem The Raven written in 1849 by American poet Edgar Allan Poe, with it’s “nevermore” refrain. Aha! The form that great-granddad ripped off! OK. Time to share William’s poem, warts and all.
“Empty Bottles” is a glimpse into a white man’s wowser perspective at the end of the 19th century in a remote part of Australia where aborigines worked on their confiscated lands for no pay, no thanks and no rights, and Chinese immigrant workers (“John”) were resented by the drunkard white population because they were hard-working, reliable, entrepreneurial and generally good citizens.