Unforgotten Sketches

Alan Kushan

Product Details

• Audio CD (November 14, 2004)
• Original Release Date: November 14, 2004
• Number of Discs: 1
• Label: Art & Vision
• ASIN: B0006PIN5S
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• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #932,261 in Music (See Bestsellers in Music)

Editorial Reviews

Richard Horowitz: Composer, performer and producer
Alan Kushan is about tuning, very subtle tuning! Everything about him is in tune.

Product Description
By: Richard Horowitz Winter Solstice 2004

The following was written while listening to the CD, not before, not after.

1. The Karatesque deftness of Kushan’s ultra-light mallets generate a relentless macrospiral that collides with the percussion as if it were the beginning of a cosmic battle with gravity itself, which in Kushan’s ultra-fluid world is either the same as or the origin of memory (since gravity is now thought to act interdimensionally on the dissonance in the overtone structure to create matter, as it were, according to Jaron).

2. The Santur is a spider web trapping an exotic bird made of microtonal wind: the tables devour the winds.

3. The Santur is a billion-year-long humming bird feasting on the carcass of a black hole: the beat shifts and a ritual footless waltz turns on an axis of split-seconds.

4. Darkness, dissonance, expectation: one of Kushan’s most tight-roped moments! Echoes of Zarathustra. The introduction leads down the path to a cave where dreams are stored. There is a throne made of vibrating unstruck strings; on it sits Kushan’s perfectly disembodied voice luring us to a circular hole at the top of the cave. We rise and converge with him into the night sky.

5. Warmth, confidence, courage! Mahour Alan is flying over his most precious memories.

6. A dense nucleus of thought forms shape, shift in waves of melismas.

7. Raga Todhi. Kushan attacks shadows of overtones with mallets made of fire and tears. His voice glides over the buzzing of souls guiding them to the inner secret he has come to reveal.

8. An old wooden boat arrives on a beach at night. A majestic fire dance and sacrifices are being performed.

9. The dancers leave the beach and start running through a wide valley. Their eyes are stars shooting solar flares through the mountains. Faster and faster they run, unable to stop. There is no end.

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