Otkako nas internet era primorava na „upoznavanje“ slanjem emocija i vibracija „preko žica“, komunikacija sa ljudima putem muzike polako postaje imperativ. Neverbalana, eterična a prenosiva interakcija posredno se odvija preko melodije sa kojom je neko identifikovao stanje duha, trenutne aspiracije, negacije, čežnjivosti, ljubavi… Verbalno se naslućuje; praznina između redova zjapi, ostavljena razumu da sudi o osećanjma.

Apsolutno oslikavajući senzibilitet devojke koja je poslala, do mojih ušiju doprla je muzika Lhase de Sela – čista emocija ambivalentne prirode. Taj trenutak osvestio je moć muzike kao  asocijativne, beizrazno simbolične, vezujuće pa čak pripadajuće. Ona stvara skoro pa nepogrešivu predstavu o izvođaču i onome koje je sluša/deli.

Lhasa de Sela je lutajuća poliglota, nemirna i nestalna, krotka a divlja, predana u traženju i davanju. Njen život su prostranstva, beskraj, pronlaženja.

Anywhere on this road

***

I live in this country now
I’m called by this name
I speak this language
It’s not quite the same
For no other reason
Than this it’s my home
And the places i used to be
far from are gone
You’ve traveled this long
You just have to go on
Don’t even look back to see
How far you’ve come
Though your body is bending
Under the load
There is nowhere to stop
Anywhere on this road

***

Njena jačina je u njenoj krhkosti, jer slamanjem sebe uzdiže.

Rising

I got caught in a storm
And carried away
I got turned, turned around

I got caught in a storm
That’s what happened to me
So I didn’t call
And you didn’t see me for a while

I was rising up
Hitting the ground
And breaking and breaking

I was caught in a storm
Things were flying around
And doors were slamming
And windows were breaking
And I couldn’t hear what you were saying
I couldn’t hear what you were saying
I couldn’t hear what you were saying

I was rising up
Hitting the ground
And breaking and breaking

Rising up
Rising up

Dramatika tonaliteta glasa razbija prejudiciranja o sezibilitetu pesama. Tuga koja naglo prerasta u opiranje i nove početke, nove jačine, nove dubine, nove krhotine, oseća se u vibracijama u njenom glasu.

I’m going in

When my lifetime had just ended
And my death had just begun
I told you I’d never leave you
But I knew this day would come

Give me blood for my blood wedding
I am ready to be born
I feel new
As if this body were the first I’d ever worn

I need straw for the straw fire
I need hard earth for the plow
Don’t ask me to reconsider
I am ready to go now

I’m going in I’m going in
This is how it starts
I can see in so far
But afterwards we always forget
Who we are

I’m going in I’m going in
I can stand the pain
And the blinding heat
‘Cause I won’t remember you
The next time we meet

You’ll be making the arrangements
You’ll be trying to set me free
Not a moment for the meeting
I’ll be busy as a bee

You’ll be talking to me
But I just won’t understand
I’ll be falling by the wayside
You’ll be holding out your hand

Don’t you tempt me with perfection
I have other things to do
I didn’t burrow this far in
Just to come right back to you

I’m going in I’m going in
I have never been so ugly
I have never been so slow
These prison walls get closer now
The further in I go

I’m going in I’m going in
I like to see you from a distance
And just barely believe
And think that
Even lost and blind
I still invented love

I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in

Njen glas je dno mraka i bela boja svetlosti; gotska magija koja trese telo, otvara svaku poru, prodire duboko i zauvek ostaje vezana za svaki nerv.

I ne zamerite što o Lhasi pišem u sadašnjem vremenu. Muzika je bezvremena, ona je vreme a Lhasa je muzika. Lhasa je simbol dopiruće senzualnosti, simbol prostornog relativiteta spajanja i prepoznavnja, fluktuirajuća energjija prenosivosti.

Lhasa je otišla da bi ostala. Lhasa je simbol.

Za P.U.L.S.E : Tanja Mladjen

  Lhasa de Sela, Muzika, Tanja Mladjen