Whenever there is crisis and chaos, art and culture are the something to hold on to.
Finding beauty amidst the average, the ordinary, finding strength in vulnerability simply
by laying down fundamentals that are known to all. Art and culture. Culture and art.
There a craftsmen and women who are just doing that on a daily basis, laying down
fundamentals that are know to all. Past, present, future, then and now.
THE NORDIC CONNECTION
Lately I have been fascinated by the strength and vulnerability of singer, composer, poet and sound explorer Sidsel Endresen.

Born in Norway, living in England for some time, then back to Norway. She’s such an amazing artist, she gives emotion a voice. With fellow musicians Jan Bang and Erik Honoré she makes these beautiful improvisations using skills so personal it”s hard to describe.They collaborate[d] with great artists like Are Henriksen, [the late master] Jon Hassell, David Sylvian. All doing what they’re good at, making collages for the heart the soul and the mind. Sidsel has got this wonderful sense of freedom, she dares to show emotion, be vulnerable. And so she is giving a lot of herself to everyone. Yes we’ll make it. Yes it will be allright. Finding beauty amidst the average, the ordinary, finding strength in vulnerability simply by laying down fundamentals that are known to all.
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Some albums are on Spotify, Bandcamp, Discogs or at your local Record Store [uncommon deities is also part of the 10 CD box ‘Do you know me now’ by david Sylvian]
Sidsel knows how to make an artistic statement to a popsong too. Giving emotion, life, to a mediocre song with a not too bad arrangement and instrumentation. The song is ” Shadows in the Rain ” written by Sting and played by Christof Lauer and Jens Thomas. Listen here : https://open.spotify.com/track/0gLa9BlHwks9ULdW9syT5L
Lately
I been reading T.S. Eliot Collected Poems 1909-1962 and I want to lay down some sentences that I think matter in these disturbed and noisy times.
” But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down
Redeem the time, redeem the dream
The token of the word unheard, unspoken
Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew
And after this our exile “
T.S. Eliot “ASH WEDNESDAY” 1930
I dedicate this post to poet, musician and sound artist Annemarie Steinvoort