Music is a language that speaks in several tongues. This statement is taken quite literally on Norwegian songstress Gjertrud Lunde's album Hjemklang where she sings in her own native language, as well as English, Norwegian, French and Portuguese.
Each language is a new instrument for Lunde, a range of vocal possibilities, shades and accents, but the thing that binds it all together is a depth of feeling and delicacy. Hjemklang can loosely be translated as "the sound of home" and this is exactly what the album conjures: a safe haven of sound. As Lunde sings on "Going Home," a melody composed by the Czech composer Antonín Leopold Dvořák with words by William Arms Fischer, "No more fret nor pain / No more stumbling on the way / No more longing for the day / Going to roam no more."
Instead of roaming, there is room for gentle meditation as Lunde unfolds a luxurious soundscape with Florian Zenker's guitar and subtle electronics, Wolfert Brederode's melancholy piano and the percussive stardust from Bodek Janke. A special guest is trumpeter Arve Henriksen whose instantly recognizable tone, with its ambient touch, opens "Pilgrim" where Brederode's shimmering Fender Rhodes adds further atmosphere before the composition morphs into a chilled groove.
The music is enchanting and the accompaniment from the musicians fits Lunde's ethereal voice perfectly. She has truly found her own musical home with this sound and combination and the album is a siren song of balmy beauty that is hard to resist.
Track Listing: Akk Mon Min Vei; Going Home; Marche vers L'Aube; Dine Tanker/Tanto;
Finnskogene; Pilgrim; Rêve Bleu; Beautiful; Lead Me; Gjendines Bådnlåt;
Eg Veit Himmerik Ei Borg.
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound. After, my girlfriend and I just sauntered up the stairs to the green room to meet the
band. I posed for a picture with Joe, after talking a little bit about boxing and how to stay healthy while the other guys in the band tore through a bucket of fried