The Instruments

Song of Songs of Love for All

The music through which we channel
Song of Songs of Love for All takes flight with an ancient rhythm of timbrel and drum, a feeling of 5, the ever intertwining of love between 2 beings, and the 3 motive forces – Creation, that which is Created, and the Force of intertwined love between. As we hear – 3..2..3…2..3…2.. –  our rhythm taken up by three lute players surrounding the King, who sings longingly from his throne – beginning with “Song of Songs, that is of Solomonkiss me with the kisses of your mouth, for your love is better than yayin (wine)
Here now approaches the Queen with her cithara player and her women, floating in upon the King’s melancholy love musings in his room –  ‘khadarav’ – as the cithara player leans in, the Queen sings of her sacrifice for love – shunned by her family, neglecting to tend her garden – ‘el vina … no guarde’ – now the scene switches to a bride in England as she imagines the Queen of Sheba, pointing the way to redemption for love – ‘tell me…  of the love in my soul’ and how love nurtures us as we love our children… the pedal steel echoing the Queen’s Choir, raising the love to ever new heights
…love continues from the Judean hills, she walks the flock … northeast… long after the Kingdom is a distant memory… and mothers and children would only know the sun that hammers the deserts of Syria and the windy steppes of Anatolia – a Syrian groom sings the ancient bible texts, as a descendent of Judea to his bride at his wedding, imagining the subtle smells of spices and perfumes, – ‘spike-naard’ mixed with the incense of sacred love, between his lover’s breasts, nurturing humanity with the sweetness and perfect beauty emanating from love… As it travels eastward, it is joined by Jumbush and Rababa, with their banjo like sounds… traveling on through the Carpathian mountains to Romania and the Ukraine, where languages convolve and Yiddish becomes the common tongue among these wandering carriers of the Songs of Love.  The violin modernizes as does the language, spoken by a young woman in Romania.  She meets a man who knows the love song in Hebrew and speaks the common Yiddish tongue of Jews throughout the European continent. The man rejoices in his love for her beauty – “your eyes are like doves (toybin),” and her intelligence and the languages she speaks, which will save them both.  They have children, and the children have friends; they live in America, and they retain the sacred Songs of Love for generations to come.  The pedal steel entrances their son and he joins in with his friends in the musical evolution to celebrate the triumph of love over time, space, and language.

The Instruments playing their ancient roles:

the King’s Lutes – Larivee LV-10 acoustic guitar, Yamaha G-55 classical guitar

Cithara, Jumbush and Rababa imaginings – Deering Sierra Banjo

Pedal Steel Guitar – Jackson Maverick HD2

His name was Marek. And he had been walking for a very long time -across Southern Europe towards a camp for Displaced Persons in Italy, to start a new life – somewhere not in Europe. But he had survived, and now he was walking to a new life. There’s a checkpoint up ahead and he can’t tell, he is very weak, he is afraid to get caught behind Russian lines, and he spoke neither English or Russian. He sees a woman – Liba was auburn haired and beautiful, Romanian woman, just turned 22, having survived the labor camps of Transnistria, in the Ukraine, and she knew many languages, including one Marek still could remember how to speak after the horrors. She knew yiddish. Her language ability came down through generations of wanderers – from ancient Judea, as diaspora through the Arab lands and to the Carpathean Mountains, where the Romanian language stands alone among the Slavic and Ukrainian surroundings, as a link to the other Romance languages – Italian, French, Spanish, Latin. Her knowledge of Latin had already saved her in the forests of the Ukraine. The language of Marek’s lineage, from the Roman trade routes to Judea, through Spain, and then a series of expulsions – in 1492 from Spain, and then a few decades later from England, wandering East to Poland, left him with this one ability to communicate. Now he is in love with the woman who will save his life and lead him to his own personal redemption. I put together this project in hope of my own personal redemption – as a way to remember that love has been in the world since before we have tracked all catastrophic events that seem to erase it from our consciousness. In my attempt to find an ancient fountain of love, I looked towards the oldest love song that I knew – Shir Hashirim, The Songs of Songs, that is of Solomon. I tried to trace the path of love and desire for a better life that led my families from Judea to wander much of the globe in search of what – in search of love.

a letter in isolation

Dear A — your note was awe inspiring in a way I can barely express… there’s this desire from deep in my muse connected brain that has finally bubbled up to the surface.  In Search Of the First Melody… digging deep while isolated here and the world swirling around like constellations in fast motion.   Looking for the primordial love song – I came up with the Song of Songs, deeply romantic and joyfully sexual poetry from around 2800 years ago, with a melody that can be traced back at least 1200 years, but may be much older than that and handed through the generations – the beautiful and airy trope is used for Passover, spring harvest festival love song. I want to steer the ship just a tiny bit back on to track, to remember how to love — the beauty captured in this ancient love song – that’s the only thing I can think of to do while watching the world from this tiny bubble – to make one butterfly sneeze.