Lil Lacy: »You are somehow connected«. © Martin Dam Kristensen
Lil Lacy: »You are somehow connected«. © Martin Dam Kristensen

I August Strindbergs symbolmættede drama Et Drømmespil fra 1902 forlader gudedatteren Agnes sit himmelske hjem og tager bolig blandt menneskene. Da hun ved stykkets slutning vender tilbage, opsummerer hun sine jordiske lidelser således: »At være til; at mærke mit syn svækket af et øje, min hørelse sløvet af et øre, og min tanke, min luftige, lyse tanke fanget i fedtfletningers labyrinter.«

Disse fedtfletninger væver sig ligeledes ud og ind af komponisten Lil Lacys Strindberg-fortolkning, mens det luftige, det lyse repræsenteres af lette overtoner. I Lacys multimedieundersøgelse fremstår mennesker forbundet på tværs af udstrakte geografier og generationer. Det understøttes af et komplekst landskab af klassisk og elektronisk musik, lys, billeder, skrevne og talte ord. 

Som hos Strindberg er det gudernes verden, der har rod i det konkrete. Lacy starter med noget så jordnært som lyden af en gulerod, der skrælles og gnaskes, mens tandsættets kværnende rytmer runger gennem kraniet. Herefter glider vi over i drømmen. Agnes synker videre, langt, langt ned til menneskene, mens tonerne fra et akkordeon, spillet kyndigt af solisten Bjarke Mogensen, bliver til lyden af en lunge i konstant bevægelse, et organ der langsomt udvider sig, trækker sig sammen og holder os fast i livet, mens vi sover videre. Strygerne understreger denne skubbende, trækkende bevægelse. 

En række stemmer – tilhørende en sydafrikansk kunstner, forfatteren Suzanne Brøgger og andre – fylder salen. Nok er det »synd for menneskene« (jf. Strindberg), men hos Lacy er figurerne fulde af håb og drømme for fremtiden. Som mennesker ejer vi ikke guddommeligt overblik; vort syn er netop »svækket af et øje«, af den fysiske verden vi er kastet ned i. Samtidig er der skønhed at finde i »fedtfletningernes labyrinter«, i måden vi er bundet sammen på.

You are somehow connected slutter ligesom Et Drømmespil med en gigantisk krysantemum, der springer ud, mens Agnes vågner. Smukt, brusende og voldsomt. Andre steder i opsætningen svæver citater fra Strindbergs tekst over musikerne. Denne direkte forankring i den oprindelige dialog virker dog unødvendig. Lacys stykke kan sagtens stå selv.

© Kåre Viemose

»Recently, I discovered that when a couple of thousand people clap their thick gloves in minus 30 degrees, it sounds like the softest techno – a freezing space where the cold air turns into a wave of warmth, and we, in a moment of collective devotion, become one with the rhythm, one with the invisible bond that connects us in the warmth of silence. Music is not just sounds, but a vain attempt to capture the infinite, which has always been and always will be.«

Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek has been the editor-in-chief of Seismograf since 2021. He is also a music critic and cultural journalist at Kristeligt Dagblad and Århus Stiftstidende/Avisen Danmark and has over the years written to publications such as Kunsten.nu, Glissando (Poland), Neural (Italy), Raw Vision (UK), Nutida Musik (Sweden), Kunstkritikk (DK/Sweden), Iscene.dk, B.T., and Jazz Special. He is the author (together with Lars Muhl) of the book HVA' SAA! En guidet rutsjebanetur gennem Aarhus – før, nu og i fremtiden (2024) and has also contributed to the anthology on music criticism Man skal høre meget (ed. Thomas Michelsen and Claus Røllum-Larsen, 2024). He is a founder and partner in the Polish-Danish cultural organization Kultur(a), and wherever there is a piano, he will be there, eager to coax a melody from it.

© Aria Leth Schütze

»For me, music is an opportunity for transformation.«

Aria Leth Schütze is based in Copenhagen and is the creative force behind the music projects Alto Aria and Samler På Dig. They are a co-founder of the record label Rhizome and a co-editor of the music magazine Passive/Aggressive. Their practice brings together electronic and acoustic music in an exploration of transformation.
 

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»For me, music is the art form that – if measured in hours and minutes – occupies by far the greatest part of my life. I cannot sing, nor can I play an instrument, but I can listen – as a happy amateur – while cycling, on the dance floor, and, above all, at the office. I almost always work – that is, write – to music.« 

Mikkel Krause Frantzen (b. 1983) is an associate professor at the Department of Arts and Cultural Studies, a literary critic for Politiken, and the author of several books in English and Danish, such as En fremtid uden Fremtid (2018), Klodens Fald (2021), and Slutspil (2024).

© Mads Nissen
»Music is what gets my gears turning. It sets both my body and mind in motion – and on a good day, even gets them up to speed. My listening habits are entirely shaped by my mood... and by the musical tastes of my two children, which shift every eight minutes... so the home stereo gets exposed to a bit of everything. In a way, that’s exactly how it should be. Room for everything and everyone.«
 
David Dyrholm (b. 1990) is a food and music critic for Politiken, focusing on jazz – ranging from the traditional to the modern—and avant-garde music. Alongside this, he has worked for the Modern Jazz Days festival, served on the jury for the DMA Jazz awards, and previously released a number of records with the hip-hop collective DoktorDoktor.
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25.09

An Organ in the Dark Forest of Doubt

Calum Builder: »Although Changed, I Arise the Same«
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Last year, Builder released Poor_in_Spirit, an album in which he explored, on his own, the sonic possibilities of his self-built organ. It was an album shaped by this exploration, but ultimately also by the limitations of the organ itself. On Although Changed, I Arise the Same, the composer finds a way beyond them.

The organ is now joined by three additions: Builder’s own alto saxophone, along with the voices of Zola Mennenöh and Johanna Sulkunen. It makes all the difference, providing the diversity of instrumentation that Builder has repeatedly demonstrated his ability to compose for. At times, the organ’s bass sinks beneath the voices and saxophone like a light haze; at others, it envelops them in a heavy fog. It howls like wind in the trees and roars like a train in the night. Mennenöh and Sulkunen sing, chant and breathe simple, repetitive phrases about spiritual uncertainty and searching, as though lost in the dark forest of doubt.

It is a Spartan form of storytelling, giving the listener enough lyricism and atmosphere to set the mind in motion, but never so much that it becomes overwhelming. This is where Builder’s strength lies: his music clearly grows out of his life and experiences, yet he composes in such a way that the listener is invited to enter the story with their own imagination.

Builder determines the colours, but leaves part of the picture to the listener. It is an album that is far more restrained in its dramaturgy than previous releases. No less beautiful or inspiring for it.

English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek