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[Voyagesß] During 1988's summer solstice, Swiss violinist Paul Giger was allowed to enter the crypt and upper church of the cathedral at Chartres, France, and he recorded one of the finest... well, I can't write enough superlatives about Chartres - ou, quand-même, Giger's most famous project, inspired by authentic folk music from the northernmost reaches of Switzerland's great mountains: Alpstein. à l'Écoute des Vents Solaires (Hearing Solar Winds) by David Hykes and The Harmonic Choir. Liner notes excerpt: The Harmonic Choir was formed by David Hykes in 1975. An accomplished experimental filmmaker with a deep interest in traditional and sacred music, Hykes had already acquired broad familiarity with the music of West and Central Asia when he first heard the Hoomi singing (literally "throat singing") indigenous to western Mongolia, and the overtone chanting of Tantric Tibetan Buddhism. This musical technique draws subtle harmonics from the human throat, creating the high tones of a flute and/or bassoon-like growls which rumble sympathetically in the listener's chest. Hearing these sounds for the first time can be a revelation, illustrating that a single voice is really capable of producing chords. Aficionados of throat singing will certainly enjoy Hykes; he's extended the range of these ancient art forms, and performs gymnastics with his voice which impress Tuvans, and even Gyuto monks. This recording was made inside a small 12th-century Cistercian monastery in Provence, and has the unmistakable power to cast a mystical spell. Livres: A Year in Provence and the novel Hotel Pastis are Peter Mayle's gently comedic masterworks, describing the daily adventure of an expatriate's life in the south of France. Highly recommended - wonderful books. Voyages: Promenade des Anglaises, Nice: 1910 (76K) or... right now (~35K) Mont-Saint-Michel (français) is a magical corner of the world, just off the coast of Normandie, connected by a small bridge to the mainland... until high tide, when the whole place becomes an island for several hours. What more needs to be said?! | ||||
