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专辑中文名: 制图法专辑英文名: Cartography艺术家: Arve Henriksen资源格式: MP3版本: ECM发行时间: 2009年地区: 挪威简介:
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专辑介绍：
近年来受到世人绝对讚赏的挪威小号手Arve Henriksen，巧妙且灵活的把玩古典、爵士、世界音乐、甚至是环境音乐(ambient)，轻易地挥洒出实验性强烈的空间脉动。人专辑 「Sakuteiki」与「Chiaroscuro」皆令人惊豔於他利用效果器转换后的乐器吹奏和假声哼唱所呈现的前卫声响，如何因为融入了经典ECM的民族音乐倾向而空灵飘渺，优美抒情。我们已经无法将Arve Henriksen这位音乐天才谱出的异次元音乐有所归类及定位。对於有著太多人生包袱的我们来说，聆听著天灵苍寂的深沉乐音，是种解脱，也该是卸下躯壳的累赘，真诚地看待我们那受到无比煎熬的灵魂了。
Arve Henriksen的音乐主轴大都设定在领域 (field) 的概念之中，所以也有许多人把它定位为背景配乐家，其实这个论述也不尽然正确，Arve Henriksen对於东方宗教或是神祕主义的特殊精闢观点，若是我们极尽所能地将潜藏在音符中的能量抽丝剥茧，我们不难发现冥想、修道、轮迴、七情六慾、涅槃，似乎都能在Arve Henriksen的音乐中摸索到些许蛛丝马迹。
Arve Henriksen毕业于Trondheim音乐学院，从1989年开始作为一名自由音乐人和众多爵士/即兴音乐家如Jon Balke, Anders Jormin, Edward Vesala, Jon Christensen, Audun Kleive, Nils Petter Molv?r, Misha Alperein, Arkady Shilkoper, Marc Ducret, Bj?rn Kjellemyr 和The Cikada String Quartet, 以及Sten Sandell, Frode Gjerstad, Peter Friis Nilsen, Bj?rn Torske合作过。他早年参加过挪威钢琴家Christian Wallumr?d（2004年来过上海）的三重奏曾发表No Birch专辑。他深受John Coltrane自由爵士手法影响，并研究用小号吹奏日本传统木箫乐器尺八(Shakuhachi)的音色，体现在2001年在Rune Grammofon发表的首张个人专辑Sakuteiki中。2004年和鼓手Audun Kleive和音乐监制，混音师Jan Bang合作的第二张专辑Chiaroscuro（意大利语，光和影，也指明暗法）被乐评誉为“深刻”，“动容”，“不容错过”。2005年还客座 David Sylvian的新组合Nine Horses的专辑Snow Borne Sorrow。2007年推出第三张个人专辑，寻根之作Strjon。
Cartography 里那种Ambient 式的表现手法，呈现出来的，更多是一种 Soundscape (声音风景)，描写著一幅宏大的音乐地图。Arve Henriksen 依旧在寂静之间探索著，但这一次，这探索显得更深邃。像专辑一曲”Loved One”，里面包含著太多的感情，就像一部完整的电影，已经包含在内里，那些细微的田野录音、琴音、缓缓响起的环境声效、小号，好像都在诉说著一些故事，冷冽、荒凉的。
David Sylvian 在专辑里献声的两首诗歌，固然美丽，像回应著Arve Henriksen 的小号，你怎么知道 Arve Henriksen 小号里吹的，又不是一首首美丽的诗歌? Arve Henriksen 那无限延伸似的音乐，如专辑最后的那首”Sorrow And Its Opposite”，每回都让人感到一种洗涤心灵的感觉。
第二首和第十一首歌词：
2.Before and Afterlife
We started in the suburbs of smaller cities
And as we followed the nomadic call
Our nobler instincts led us further from
Society's centre, westward, to a cabin hoisted
Aloft on faulty foundations far above the Napa Valley
Where the rain soaked earth shifted beneath us and trees caught
Like kindling smoke clouds ripening
A vintners sun
But part of us refused to follow
Material distractions beckoned, rallied
Snagged, we'd return to the cities on day trips and long weekends
Self aversion, anonymity found only in
The midst of bricks and mortar, the
Hustle of strangers
We were worldly people after all
But the haze of the rural, the agents of pollination,
Clung to us, sparked like hayseed halos in the western sunlight
No one let on they'd noticed
But we saw, we knew
I watched my parents as they stood in a crowded Euston station
Up fresh from the country, suitcases at their sides,
Waiting on my arrival, illuminated
In an otherwise sea of grey
Not of this world.
We were tempted back repeatedly
Until the lure of the cosmopolitan
Lay beyond reach
We moved east, into the forests and mountains
Where life's desires tore us apart
How cruel to find oneself alone at that altitude
At what point did the fear of numbers set in
And the recognition of internal isolation place us outside of belonging?
But then wasn't that always the case, weren't we simply
Allowed to forget?
On Temple Mountain I threw down a rope that others might follow
No one came
11.Thermal
Morning, you lay sleeping
Your small body clinging tightly to mine
With frightening dependency
Life defining, Impossible to betray
And with that....
The mattress rose
Set adrift on the burgeoning emotional tide
Colliding with the once stationary objects
Of an uninhabited life
What had been concealed
Was exhaled from god knows where
Colour-drained. unsalvageable
Shape shifting
And, with function relinquished
Resigned from service
Two blue sleeping bags
Nudged against one another
Bearing the once warm imprint of your bodies
The sun-baked stone garden
Retracted its promise
It was cold in that place of perpetual summer
If you were afraid you didn't show it
You who were born bearing the face
Of irrepressible grief
So as not to disappoint you
I lay motionless
Rapt by the rise and stall of your breathing
Your fingertips and thighs
Quietly affirming my place at your side
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本资源来自网络，感谢原发布者
专辑介绍：
近年来受到世人绝对讚赏的挪威小号手Arve Henriksen，巧妙且灵活的把玩古典、爵士、世界音乐、甚至是环境音乐(ambient)，轻易地挥洒出实验性强烈的空间脉动。人专辑 「Sakuteiki」与「Chiaroscuro」皆令人惊豔於他利用效果器转换后的乐器吹奏和假声哼唱所呈现的前卫声响，如何因为融入了经典ECM的民族音乐倾向而空灵飘渺，优美抒情。我们已经无法将Arve Henriksen这位音乐天才谱出的异次元音乐有所归类及定位。对於有著太多人生包袱的我们来说，聆听著天灵苍寂的深沉乐音，是种解脱，也该是卸下躯壳的累赘，真诚地看待我们那受到无比煎熬的灵魂了。
Arve Henriksen的音乐主轴大都设定在领域 (field) 的概念之中，所以也有许多人把它定位为背景配乐家，其实这个论述也不尽然正确，Arve Henriksen对於东方宗教或是神祕主义的特殊精闢观点，若是我们极尽所能地将潜藏在音符中的能量抽丝剥茧，我们不难发现冥想、修道、轮迴、七情六慾、涅槃，似乎都能在Arve Henriksen的音乐中摸索到些许蛛丝马迹。
Arve Henriksen毕业于Trondheim音乐学院，从1989年开始作为一名自由音乐人和众多爵士/即兴音乐家如Jon Balke, Anders Jormin, Edward Vesala, Jon Christensen, Audun Kleive, Nils Petter Molv?r, Misha Alperein, Arkady Shilkoper, Marc Ducret, Bj?rn Kjellemyr 和The Cikada String Quartet, 以及Sten Sandell, Frode Gjerstad, Peter Friis Nilsen, Bj?rn Torske合作过。他早年参加过挪威钢琴家Christian Wallumr?d（2004年来过上海）的三重奏曾发表No Birch专辑。他深受John Coltrane自由爵士手法影响，并研究用小号吹奏日本传统木箫乐器尺八(Shakuhachi)的音色，体现在2001年在Rune Grammofon发表的首张个人专辑Sakuteiki中。2004年和鼓手Audun Kleive和音乐监制，混音师Jan Bang合作的第二张专辑Chiaroscuro（意大利语，光和影，也指明暗法）被乐评誉为“深刻”，“动容”，“不容错过”。2005年还客座 David Sylvian的新组合Nine Horses的专辑Snow Borne Sorrow。2007年推出第三张个人专辑，寻根之作Strjon。
Cartography 里那种Ambient 式的表现手法，呈现出来的，更多是一种 Soundscape (声音风景)，描写著一幅宏大的音乐地图。Arve Henriksen 依旧在寂静之间探索著，但这一次，这探索显得更深邃。像专辑一曲”Loved One”，里面包含著太多的感情，就像一部完整的电影，已经包含在内里，那些细微的田野录音、琴音、缓缓响起的环境声效、小号，好像都在诉说著一些故事，冷冽、荒凉的。
David Sylvian 在专辑里献声的两首诗歌，固然美丽，像回应著Arve Henriksen 的小号，你怎么知道 Arve Henriksen 小号里吹的，又不是一首首美丽的诗歌? Arve Henriksen 那无限延伸似的音乐，如专辑最后的那首”Sorrow And Its Opposite”，每回都让人感到一种洗涤心灵的感觉。
第二首和第十一首歌词：
2.Before and Afterlife
We started in the suburbs of smaller cities
And as we followed the nomadic call
Our nobler instincts led us further from
Society's centre, westward, to a cabin hoisted
Aloft on faulty foundations far above the Napa Valley
Where the rain soaked earth shifted beneath us and trees caught
Like kindling smoke clouds ripening
A vintners sun
But part of us refused to follow
Material distractions beckoned, rallied
Snagged, we'd return to the cities on day trips and long weekends
Self aversion, anonymity found only in
The midst of bricks and mortar, the
Hustle of strangers
We were worldly people after all
But the haze of the rural, the agents of pollination,
Clung to us, sparked like hayseed halos in the western sunlight
No one let on they'd noticed
But we saw, we knew
I watched my parents as they stood in a crowded Euston station
Up fresh from the country, suitcases at their sides,
Waiting on my arrival, illuminated
In an otherwise sea of grey
Not of this world.
We were tempted back repeatedly
Until the lure of the cosmopolitan
Lay beyond reach
We moved east, into the forests and mountains
Where life's desires tore us apart
How cruel to find oneself alone at that altitude
At what point did the fear of numbers set in
And the recognition of internal isolation place us outside of belonging?
But then wasn't that always the case, weren't we simply
Allowed to forget?
On Temple Mountain I threw down a rope that others might follow
No one came
11.Thermal
Morning, you lay sleeping
Your small body clinging tightly to mine
With frightening dependency
Life defining, Impossible to betray
And with that....
The mattress rose
Set adrift on the burgeoning emotional tide
Colliding with the once stationary objects
Of an uninhabited life
What had been concealed
Was exhaled from god knows where
Colour-drained. unsalvageable
Shape shifting
And, with function relinquished
Resigned from service
Two blue sleeping bags
Nudged against one another
Bearing the once warm imprint of your bodies
The sun-baked stone garden
Retracted its promise
It was cold in that place of perpetual summer
If you were afraid you didn't show it
You who were born bearing the face
Of irrepressible grief
So as not to disappoint you
I lay motionless
Rapt by the rise and stall of your breathing
Your fingertips and thighs
Quietly affirming my place at your side
本资源来自网络，感谢原发布者