Bride of FrankenSteinway

In the dark of a misty Copenhagen night I ran through dim corridors looking for the rendezvous point. “In here,” came the sonorous voice of an off-duty rock god from the end of the passageway. I followed the voice into perhaps the most forbidden spot in all Denmark.

Like NOMA, officially the world’s best restaurant, the Steinway room of the Senior Professor of Piano at the Danish Academy of Music is booked up years in advance. Only the fastest pianists even get to look at it. “No problem”, said sound engineer and composer Ejnar Kanding in his gravel basso profundo. “I know the guard. But we must be quick”. [Read more…] about Bride of FrankenSteinway

“And I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet coloured beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns.” Try saying that without any vowels, at least an octave above your normal speaking voice, as fast as possible. At sight. In a tiny recording booth with the composer 3 inches from your face with pickup microphones in her ears.

Working with composer Line Tjornhoj is always an unpredictable experience. For it to work it’s imperative to be open minded, non-judgmental and prepared to travel way out of the comfort zone. This recording session is a continuation of a process started a year ago in Århus for a project called Split (see blog), a one-woman “monodramatic opera” for voice, cello, live electronics and video by outrageously talented photographic artist Jurgen Diemer, relating to the experiences of the women of the Bosnian war. [Read more…] about The Whore of Babylon

“Shall we have a beer?” is the innocent start to a process I now call being “Daned”. Whilst not as lethal as the Finnish method, taken to professional heights by composers such as Magnus Lindberg (to be “lindberged” has been common parlance in several new music circles for decades), to be “Daned” involves a systematic progression of simple sociable rounds of beer (nothing else may be consumed) and suddenly it is 5am and you’ve lost memory, use of legs and money. And your bike. 

Veterans of this delicate art include Christian Winther Christiansen, a composer never seen without signature baseball cap, who introduced me to the hip n’ “hyggelig” (cosy) bars of Nørrebro and also inspired me to spend more time in Denmark in the first place.

[Read more…] about Or-Daned

As I was rather hoping, a stunning 7ft long red haired Viking immediately strode to my assistance and hoiked my 40 kilo suitcase effortlessly up to the luggage rack high above my head. “No problem”, she said, and vanished back into Nordic silence a few seats down as the Copenhagen train heaved into action.

Along with her ancestors and those of Eric the Skullsplitter, I had travelled by boat across icy seas to Esbjerg (sounding not unlike “Iceberg”) in northern Denmark. Unlike my predecessors however, my assignment was to be a DIVA, or Danish International Visiting Artist, leaving the rape and pillage bit behind for the time being.

[Read more…] about A DIVA arrives: Z the Lucky