Friday, March 5, 2010

NAVAJO NIGHT CHANT

NAVAJO NIGHT CHANT


I

House made of dawn.

House made of evening light.

House made of the dark cloud.

House made of male rain.

House made of dark mist.

House made of female rain.

House made of pollen.

House made of grasshoppers.



Dark cloud is at the door.

The trail out of it is dark cloud.

The zigzag lightning stands high upon it.

An offering I make.

Restore my feet for me.

Restore my legs for me.

Restore my body for me.

Restore my mind for me.

Restore my voice for me.

This very day take out your spell for me.






Happily I recover.

Happily my interior becomes cool.

Happily I go forth.

My interior feeling cool, may I walk.

No longer sore, may I walk.

Impervious to pain, may I walk.

With lively feelings may I walk.

As it used to be long ago, may I walk.



Happily may I walk.

Happily, with abundant dark clouds, may I walk.

Happily, with abundant showers, may I walk.

Happily, with abundant plants, may I walk.

Happily on a trail of pollen, may I walk.

Happily may I walk.

Being as it used to be long ago, may I walk.



May it be beautiful before me.

May it be beautiful behind me.

May it be beautiful below me.

May it be beautiful above me.

May it be beautiful all around me.

In beauty it is finished.

In beauty it is finished.



'Sa'ah naaghéi, Bik'eh hózhó

GLAD I MET: JOHN McNEIL



JOHN McNEIL is regarded as one of the most original and creative jazz artists in the world today. For over three decades John has toured with his own groups and has received widespread acclaim as both a player and composer. His highly personal trumpet style communicates across the full range of contemporary jazz, and his compositions combine harmonic freedom with melodic accessibility. John's restless experimentation has kept him on the cutting edge of new music and has kept him from being easily categorized.

I was lucky to meet John i 1979 in New York. I was doing some promotion photography for Nils Winther of SteepleChase Records. A few month later we teamed up for a European Tour including Scandinavia, Holland, Germany and France. I was very honored that John dedicated the song BlewBo to me.


The story about the track is quite funny. I met John in the Airport and raced through town to the recording studio. John had the impression of me as a very quiet and blue guy when I met him in New York, but now he saw me as a 'racedriver' doing everything to get to the studio in time. I think the track - with a bit of Miles influence- reflects that pretty cool...

FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA


CANTE JONDO
Til Salvador Quientero

Floden Guadalquivir flyder
mellem oliven og appelsiner
Granadas tvende floder falder
ned fra sneen til hveden


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et af tårer et af blod


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har Sevilla en vej
på Granadas vande
ror kun suk afsted


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