by Andrew M. Reichart, Published: 2012-02-17
Simon Fisher Turner and Mark Spybey, “MzMzLaLaLa Sing Song Sing”
I found my way into a dry corner of the vast plain from “Echoes,” out beyond where the calls of the mome-raths can be heard. Ran into Nick Drake’s gray ghost sitting on a rock strumming, didn’t look happy, didn’t look sad. My phone rings and it’s MzMzLaLaLa. She sings me a little qawaal she’s working on and it almost lines up exactly with what Nick is playing, weird. I get a call-waiting and I’m like hang on, but La is like “Wait I’m not done.” It’s my girlfriend. She doesn’t live a message but calls back again. But I ignore it and keep listening to La.
Simon Fisher Turner and Mark Spybey, “MzMzLaLaLa for Peace”
How do we be for peace in this world ruled by war biz. Do find personal peace in a retreat into George Winston. Or do we advance into paths of penetrating insight that risk an inadventent retreat into navel-gazing. Or do we advance in full voice with diversity of tactics, smashing the fourth wall with a wall of sound, mouths open like Black Bolt, like the Eye of Shiva, to command a new world into being upon the ashes of the old. Or do we wind up calling to one another in hope and resignation out in the wind.
001. Simon Fisher Turner and Dead Voices On Air, “MzMzLaLaLa”
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