I morgen i Reykjavik uddeles Nordisk Råds Musikpris, der samtidig kan holde 50 års jubilæum. Prisen uddeles sammen med Nordisk Råds priser i børne- og ungdomslitteratur, litteratur, musik, film, samt natur og miljø i Kulturhuset Harpa i Reykjavik.
Prisen blev uddelt første gang i 1965, i første omgang kun hvert tredje og siden hvert andet år. Siden 1990 er prisen, der desuden kommer med en check på 350.000 kr., blevet uddelt årligt. Hvert andet år gives prisen til et værk af en nulevende komponist, og hvert andet år går prisen til en solist eller et ensemble. Tidligere er prisen gået til danskere som Per Nørgård, Pelle Gudmundsen-Holmgreen, Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen, Palle Mikkelborg, og sidste år var det komponisten Simon Steen-Andersen, der løb med prisen for værket ”Black Box Music”.
Blandt de nominerede i år finder man den norske mezzosopran Tora Augestad, det islandske kammerorkester Kammersveit Reykjavíkur, den svenske bassist og cellist Svante Henryson, den finske akkordeonist Kimmo Pohjonen og den færøske doom metal-gruppe Hamferð.
Blandt de to danske nomineringer finder man - som det også var tilfældet i 1997 - den klassiske blokfløjtespiller Michala Petri. Læs mere om Petris vej mod Nordisk Råds Musikpris i Sune Anderbergs dugfriske anmeldelse af hendes seneste to udgivelser.
Den anden danske nominering er faldet på den elektroniske musiker HVAD. Bag navnet gemmer sig 31-årige Hari Shankar Kishore, der gennem det seneste tiår har tittet frem fra den københavnske undergrund under forskellige aliasser som DJ HVAD eller Kid Kishore eller som en del af samarbejderne Faderhuset eller Albertslund Terrorkorps, der i en slags hyldest til Rotterdam Terror Corps har indoptaget den hollandske 90’er-gabber-techno i sin lyd side om side med indiske bhangra beats, rituelle tempelklokker, alverdens glitch-lyde og hyppige vokalsamples af ord som ”perker” og ”hvad?”.
Kishore er heller ikke bleg for at køre den danske kulturarv gennem sin situationistiske dekonstruktionsmaskine af nydanskerslang og ”perker tech”, som det er blevet døbt. Hans tidlige dj-sæt indeholdt ofte brudstykker af John Mogensens ”Danmarks jord for de danske” (oprindeligt en EF-kritisk sang) og Kim Larsen, der pludselig med mussestemme sang "de kylede gas mellem hinduerne" indover helt knækkede beats og guitarfigurer fra ”Midt om natten”.
I 2007 lånte han navnet Trentemøller fra den på det tidspunkt måske mest efterspurgte danske dj, Anders Trentemøller, og fik via det sociale medie MySpace tilbudt dj-jobs i både Berlin og Rungsted, hvor man altså troede, man havde booket hitliste-housemusik.
Til daglig holder Kishore til på Kommunal Dubplate Service på Nørrebro i København, hvorfra han driver pladeselskabet Syg Nok Records og med kommunal støtte servicerer lokalbefolkningen med muligheden for at få produceret vinylplader på studiets nærmest antikke pladeskærer. Indtil videre har maskinen spyttet plader ud med Kishores egne projekter samt andre musikalske hackere som Teppop, Goodiepal eller Nørrebro-rapperen Kidd.
Og snart vil det altså vise sig, om Kishore også er vinder af Nordisk Råds Musikpris på 50-årsdagen. Den uddeles i morgen i Kulturhuset Harpa i Reykjavik. Læs mere om de nominerede og om prisen på dens officielle hjemmeside.
When Louise Beck presented her first opera at Copenhagen Opera Festival in 2022, the audience was asked to bring ski wear and thermal suits. Den Sidste Olie (The Last Oil), about the colonisation of Greenland and the exploitation of nature, unfolded on the ice at Østerbro Skøjtehal. It marked the beginning of a fruitful collaboration on newly written works that expand the frames and spaces of opera. Now that collaboration enters a new phase: from 1 September, Louise Beck will become the festival’s new artistic director.
»Music for me is peace.«
Iris Gold is a Danish singer. She was born in London but raised in Christiania. She made her recording debut in 2015 with the single »Goldmine« and has since released a number of singles. Her debut album Planet Cool was released in 2019. She has just released the album Sugar on My Lips.
»Resonance – music is for me an indispensable inspiring resonance. In music, the big emotions fall into place, and the small ones bubble up. My grandfather introduced me to opera as a child – so loudly that my heart jumped in my ears, and I fell head over heels and deeply in love with these grand and dramatic compositions. Through it, I was introduced to the big emotions in the world – in music there was room for them in a way that I had not experienced anywhere else before.«
Astrid Kruse Jensen (b. 1975) is a Danish visual artist living in Copenhagen. Throughout her artistic career, she has been preoccupied with photography and its relationship to memory. With her poetic shifts of reality, she explores the borderland between the apparent and the hidden, between the real and the imaginary, between past and present. She has exhibited widely both in Denmark and internationally, with exhibitions in galleries and museums – from solo to group exhibitions in Slovenia, Lithuania, Poland, Sweden, Iceland, Finland, France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Germany, Spain, Italy, India, China, Korea, Ghana, Canada, the USA and the UK. In Denmark, her works have been exhibited at, among others, the Brundlund Castle Art Museum, Esbjerg Art Museum, Heerup Museum, Rønnebæksholm, Brandts, Aros, Kunsten, Skagen Museum, Willumsen Museum, Sorø Art Museum, Odsherred Art Museum and Johannes Larsen Museum. Astrid Kruse Jensen is represented by Martin Asbæk Gallery in Copenhagen and Wetterling Gallery in Stockholm & Gothenburg.
The red Husqvarna sewing machine stood centre stage, buzzing relentlessly like a tireless drummer locked in an endless blast beat. »Järnrör«, »Cyanid«, »Tramadol«, Tehran hissed between squealing guitar amplifiers and in front of videos showing idyllic Swedish roadside art and images of the many Husqvarna weapons. For behind Husqvarna’s innocent garden and household products lies an industry of death – a prism of growing up in Jönköping and an illusion of Swedish neutrality, which the Swedish-Iranian artist Tehran underscored with the concert Husqvarna The Movie.
Each track came with a new video bathed in sewing machine, guitar and growl vocals. But the song »Delam gerefteh« was more subdued, not least because Tehran leaned back in a chair, cigarette in mouth, letting the music and the video speak for themselves.
The evening’s second name, the Canadian-Iranian Saint Abdullah, spent the entire concert with a marker pen in his mouth, occasionally using it to jot down the course of the music. Saint Abdullah’s performance was like watching a radio operator adjusting a crackling signal – from birdsong to acoustic guitar, from news broadcasts to field recordings, the sampler at the centre of the table became a focal point for fragments of faith, culture and migration.
Where Tehran’s concert felt like a rehearsed, healing ritual, Saint Abdullah’s unfolded as an impulsive dialogue between a sea of sound bites. Both performances revolved around Iranian heritage. Not a heritage that necessarily needs to be understood, but one that appears as a mosaic of contradictions – and can only truly be processed in one place: in music.
Some dream of discovering life in distant solar systems. Others – like Knud Viktor, Jacob Kirkegaard and now also Simon Toldam – turn the telescope around and uncover unknown life in the immediate yet hidden nature surrounding us. So what did Toldam, the 46-year-old pianist from the experimental jazz milieu, find last night when he turned his gaze toward English photographer Levon Biss’s ultra-close images of beetles, flies and grasshoppers in the world premiere of the hour-long audiovisual trio work Insecta?
First and foremost, he found a varied and inquisitive interpretation of insect life. Behind a transparent screen, Toldam transformed his prepared grand piano into a kind of gamelan instrument, while on either side of him sounds crept and hissed from saxophonist Torben Snekkestad and percussionist Peter Bruun. The production values were high, and the trio – collectively known as Loupe – moved deftly between the concrete and the spherical.
At times, however, there was something old-fashioned about the expression. As a yellow-brown grasshopper gradually took shape on the screen, nanometre by nanometre, the piano’s metallic cymbal-sounds placed it within an Eastern sonic realm. It resonated with exoticism, with old electronic EMS recordings steeped in atonal serialism, and soon Snekkestad let a plaintive Miles Davis-like trumpet drift through the soundscape.
Yet when, with dramatic flair, he blew air through the same instrument or attached a rubber hose and transformed it into a frothing bass monster – while Bruun stroked metal surfaces or pounded the drums in ritualistic patterns – we were out of the past again. And when Insecta finally leaned into the ambient, and Toldam began bending the gamelan tones with his hands inside the open piano, it was as if not only time but also the distance between oneself and the insects dissolved into a trembling dream image. At that point, it suddenly no longer mattered whether there is life on Mars.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek
