I'm in my own treehouse, up on a 6th floor walk up, in the city. The good news is that I'm up to the Arabic mix now, and you'd be surprised but the sound is really familiar to my ears - I grew up with much of this music, especially the vocal aspects of it - they were chanted daily weekly and annually in the house of worship that I confided in. Long, infinite melodic lines of song that weaved through the morning and preceded each syllable were incredibly exhausting at times, but purifyingly meditational at others. This is no music to operate heavy machinery to.
I have heard some Fred Frith, but not enough, you certainly got me hungry for him now. Is he served with fries or salad?
I'm in my own treehouse, up on a 6th floor walk up, in the city. The good news is that I'm up to the Arabic mix now, and you'd be surprised but the sound is really familiar to my ears - I grew up with much of this music, especially the vocal aspects of it - they were chanted daily weekly and annually in the house of worship that I confided in. Long, infinite melodic lines of song that weaved through the morning and preceded each syllable were incredibly exhausting at times, but purifyingly meditational at others. This is no music to operate heavy machinery to.
I have heard some Fred Frith, but not enough, you certainly got me hungry for him now. Is he served with fries or salad?