Thurston Hunger
1/23/2006
A Library, CD
“Bile” here means “white”, and is probably pronounced more
like “Bela” (as in Belarus..if not maybe Bela Bartok ;>).
I remain smitten by Bittova, ever since I first heard a
solo recording of her work. Hearing Vaclavek and other folks
here working so in step with her, proves that she casts her
spell on many. One of them here is Tom Cora (RIP), his cello
is often plucked and plucky, to me everyone sounds so barefoot
on this! Iva’s sister, Ida Kelarova included! Are they really
daughters of a gypsy fiddler? More than raising two talented
musicians, he’s raised two who have preserved their eternal
child. The songs feel like they could be sung to games of
hopscotch or jump rope; even the slower numbers are filled
with the light of kindergarten wondergarten. Her voice always
sounds like she’s absorbed in fun, throwing scream echoes,
doubled in chirping choirs, buzzing like a fly, whispering
secrets, getting that wordless scree that sounds like her brain
is feeding back. Musicianship throughout is top-notch, and
always lock-step in the dreamdance that has Iva leaping from
note to note like a kid trying to catch a butterfly. Didn’t
decipher ying/yang black/white, but a noble lyric translation
can be found at
http://www.etherdrag.com/articles/bittova.html
White comes in snow, ocean foam, tree bark, bones, clouds,
spider webs. Her music feels like all of these things, just
a part of nature. -Thurston Hunger