{"id":623,"date":"2015-02-25T12:43:39","date_gmt":"2015-02-25T12:43:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hipsync.com.au\/diannereid\/?p=623"},"modified":"2015-03-07T23:13:56","modified_gmt":"2015-03-07T23:13:56","slug":"music-that-moves-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hipsync.com.au\/?p=623","title":{"rendered":"Music that moves me"},"content":{"rendered":"

I saw\/heard Jo Quail<\/strong> last night, UK based cellist\/composer visiting Australia just now. It was a small but captivated audience at the Toff in Town venue but I kept thinking of how she would have resonated in the gorgeous Melbourne Recital Centre (where I heard\/saw The Necks just over a week ago)\u00a0I found Jo Quail’s music a couple of years ago and, since, it has been inspiring much choreography and fuelling hours of improvisation.<\/p>\n

Here’s what I wrote on the tram ride home last night after the show…<\/p>\n

“She dances her loop pedals like a prima ballerina doing her petit batterie (but with a tango touch).<\/em><\/strong>The layers build like an epoch, a single cell, a fragment of DNA that sets up a ghostly foundation upon which civilizations rise and emigrate, seasons pass, tides rise and recede, landscapes bloom and decay.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Now and then she smiles,<\/em><\/strong>
\n eyes closed,<\/em><\/strong>
\n as though spying a long lost friend,<\/em><\/strong>
\n or recalling some exquisite taste.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

She builds each piece like a live film edit<\/em><\/strong>
\n dropping in a crucial shot<\/em><\/strong>
\n an extreme close up of a sleeping body<\/em><\/strong>
\n the rise of a sword<\/em><\/strong>
\n a sharp inhale<\/em><\/strong>
\n flocks of birds spiralling<\/em><\/strong>
\n the edge of the world<\/em><\/strong>
\n a lunar eclipse<\/em><\/strong>
\n a whisper<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

wringing out a bloody cloth<\/em><\/strong>
\n pouring grain through her hands.”<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n