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
2pm, 26th June 2017
People entered the large stone Church of St Matthews in Albury NSW, speaking in hushed tones. Down the front of the church was the coffin, painted with humpback whales breaching in an ocean of pastel blues and greens, painted by Ursula’s friend Kathryn Pyle. In a further breach of tradition, we were offered the opportunity to graffiti the painted coffin, with coloured crayons. People wrote their final messages to Ursula Genaehr, a German musician who came to live in Australia 22 years ago in the tiny rural community of Kiewa, just south of Wodonga.
Before the service. Kathryn Pyle’s Breaching whale
I follow parallel scars, lured by their bumpy wayward promise. Leaving the dry red sand, my car skirts marshy grasslands, attempting 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