Dolavori is a not-too serious, experimental and improvisational passion project which grew out of an open mic session in Oslo. Olav is a composer and a true musical wayfarer who rides the flow of the music and has got bunch of strange and sweet ideas. For me the love of singing and the privacy of a studio or a small room have always belonged together, therefore going to the open mic was solely born out of the will to conquer my fear of performing in front of people and see what being on the stage feels like. In the following two months we recorded few songs, mostly poetry, improvised and translated into melody and a sound-feel. Because all of them are a first try, first record with not really any post-edition, I have made plenty of pronunciation or intonation mistakes. :)
Now, I am teaching myself abeton live and try to figure out how to work with loops, constructing an impression only with complied voice tracks, but I am complete amature, so do not yet have a basic microphon or sound card. But!!! I would be really up for cooperation with musicians and would love to do conceptual music and projects. So, please contact me if you are having great ideas and are looking for a more ideas and a voice to join or if you would want to use any of these music as they are not only my products. ^_^
Last spring, we were enthusiastically working on recording few songs with a friend Olav. We took inspiration from landscapes, everyday impressions, poems and attempted to translate them into music in an improvisational manner. Whatever melody or mood arouse from the material we took it as finished after the first recording. Lastly we added some small instrumental details to help transitions within the songs and deepen the expressions we hoped to forge. This Attila József poem was the only Hungarian one we picked, or it picked us. Although the images in the video have nothing to do with the song directly, they picture the place where I lived during this time, and which became so dear to me. These hills, forests and waters animated most of the impressions, sounds and musical gestures we took in the end to the studio and into the songs.
In Oslo, one can find the hidden museum and mauzoleum of Emanuel Vigeland which is not only special because of the enormous and impressive frescos depicting the circle of human life but also because it has fascinating acoustics and one of the longest echo's in the world. We visited the place with a field recorder, but due to sharing the room with many other visitors, the records got lots of noise. With this improvisation we tried to catch that special sacral sound atmosphere which this space beholds.
Sylvia Plath: Battle scene
"...so fables go. and so all the children sing. their bathtube battles deep, hazardous and long,
but oh, sage grown up knows sea-dragons for sofa-fang, for pasteboard
and siren-song for fever in a sleep,
laughing, laughing of graybeards wakes us up..."
I wrote this music with the idea of raising awareness on domestic violence occuring within innocent seeming relationships between young couples and in order to talk about the issue: how many teenage girls (and boys as well) may not be aware that they are being abused by their partners.
Mary was 16 -time flies- when she met this lad so nice, love was growing.
They thought they were all the world, they will not grow old ever, by being together.
Mary was radiant. Mary had her friends, and chance to choose her own path. In the search for meaning,
which can keep her when she'll drift, Mary found strenght.
"no, no don't do that to me. love you! don't hurt me, force me!"
Mary still loved him a lot, but not renouncing her love for all the people.
Mary knew giving love makes it ampler not dried up, but he denied it.
He tied her down -said for love- told her not to dress like sluts,
"you stay with me, girl!"
Mary was confused she asked: "if this is love, what is hell? he is numbing me."
"no, no don't threat me! don't do that. No, no you have always denied that!"
Mary one day packed her bag, hit the road not looking back. It wasn't easy.
What if he will change she asked, they could be happy again?
But that's not true.
It's never easy to end, to be strong, but there is more beauty beyond the horizont.
Antisthropies- M. R. Rilke
"...Flowers of the deeper soil,
loved by all roots,
you, (...) full of holy return, behind the ascending man..."
