Marta Mezzino
Menu
VOICES AROUND THE WORLD
.I have been travelling around and ask to women, men, children, to sing a song or tell a story.
In exchange of it I was offering them the possibility to listen to another song or a story I've recorded somewhere else or, some other time, I would sing or tell a story for them.
Just coming together for the very simple reason to share.
To share our unique sound and vibration.
In exchange of it I was offering them the possibility to listen to another song or a story I've recorded somewhere else or, some other time, I would sing or tell a story for them.
Just coming together for the very simple reason to share.
To share our unique sound and vibration.
Like a sacred offering to the original Sound,
like a prayer to the infinite sounds of the universe.
Remembering the old times when people were coming together
just to listen to each other,
offering one another the simplicity of their heart sound.
To listen to the recording just click on the title:
Malayalam song: a wonderful man met in Kerala in his tiny little shop where you can find everything you need and even something more..
Pakenio chant: A song recorded in a very lost Village in the Mountain of North West Thailand from the Pakenio community. Tourism hadn't reached yet that amazing village and people were still living in a very simple way (few years have passed, not sure this is still like this with the crazy development of luxury resort and Monsanto GMO soy culture in the area...). In the past, this is the song the hunters would sing to the bird before hunting him.
Women from Paharganj, New Delhi: I was walking in the street labyrinth of Paharaganj, in New Delhi, waiting from my train and I heard women singing together from a house. I spent few minutes listening to their joy and chants. One of them saw me through the window and invited me to come in. More than 40 women were sitting together on the floor of the new home of one of them. They were singing and blessing the house in celebration, chanting and drumming, invoking Hindus god and goddesses to protect the house. I've joined them in such a joy that I had nearly lost my train! This is just a little extract of this long joyful moment..
Una coplera de Abra Pampa- Northwest Argentina: an old woman singing coplas, a traditional style of improvisation song from Northern Argentina. We met her during Carnival celebration with her husband and her caja, a traditional frame drum from that area, which is played with a stick. In the last part of the song she is comparing herself to the moon, sadly affirming that "in the past I was like a Full Moon but now, I am just like the Waning Moon and nobody loves me as before". The cult of Pachamama (Mother Earth) was very present in that region in ancient time.. May Her vibration come back soon everywhere on the planet and all the ages of a woman life be honored and loved!
Coplas Improvisation- Northwest Argentina: two amazing young boys (11 and 12 years old), improvising coplas in the evening in the school yard. We spent one week with them in a school lost in the mountain of Salta, Northwest Argentina. When we got there we didn't imagine the treasure we would have run into! For days we were listening to their amazing traditional chant and stories, offering them in exchange moments of songs and storytelling.
From the age of 3 to 15, all the children were spending the whole week at the boarding school as they had several hours of walk or horse riding to reach their home. Coming from very poor family of farmers, no one of them had never watched television and been in the city. No one taught them how or what to sing, they were just listening to the elders singing in some celebration and imitate them (like in many traditional music). Unfortunately the scholar system was not at all acknowledging the culture they were coming from, neither encouraging them nor giving any value to their skill. Considered as coming from ignorant and poor peasant family the school system just wanted to integrate them and erase any connection with the more ancient culture they were coming from. I fell so honored and blessed to have spent that time with them!
From the age of 3 to 15, all the children were spending the whole week at the boarding school as they had several hours of walk or horse riding to reach their home. Coming from very poor family of farmers, no one of them had never watched television and been in the city. No one taught them how or what to sing, they were just listening to the elders singing in some celebration and imitate them (like in many traditional music). Unfortunately the scholar system was not at all acknowledging the culture they were coming from, neither encouraging them nor giving any value to their skill. Considered as coming from ignorant and poor peasant family the school system just wanted to integrate them and erase any connection with the more ancient culture they were coming from. I fell so honored and blessed to have spent that time with them!
Argentinian lullaby: a woman and a kid singing together for the dreams of all the littlest.
Tamul Lullaby: wonderful lullaby sang from an old woman from Tamil Nadu, Southern India (thanks to Nicolas Roche for giving us this recording)! Many women have shared with me that one of the only moment where they have felt confident in singing in her life is when they had a little kid in their arms and they wanted make him-her sleep. To me this is just another manifestation of the fact that when our heart opens (as it opens naturally in front of a little baby), the more natural thing it can do is singing...
Chinese song: the smiling sound of the generous heart from a chinese woman met in a northern greek fabolous orchard.
Northern Greece song: who said that there are no more Giants on the Earth? And who knows they have such a big generous singing heart? I feel still so much gratitude for the night spent listening to this man and his friends signing in the quiet of the fields of Edessa region.
Proudly powered by Weebly