Med naturlyden som ledsager på musikalsk lindrende hospicetour

Fotograf Henning Sjøstrøm (t.v.) Signe Marie Lindstrøm tog billeder fra Nørresundby, Hospice Vangen, hvor Mette Kirkegaard optrådte i februar 2022. English below Danish text.

“Bølger er ikke bare bølger. Sten kan fortælle en historie om verdens pludselige forandring. Som de sorte kampesten på Island, som landede over natten og fyldte en hel fjord på Østisland. De lyder helt specielt…. Og at lytte til denne naturlyd kan virke lindrende i kaos. Flytte fokus. Åbne bevidstheden,” fortæller Mette Kirkegaard om projektet til Vellliv læs mere

Tak til Velliv Foreningen, som har støttet min drøm om at skabe en lindrende hospicetour med egne sange tilsat naturlyds-“instrumenter” til gavn og glæde for patienter og pårørende på hospices i hele Danmark. Overrækkelsen foregik i Amager Strandpark, hvor Henning Sjøstrøm fotograferede os til lyden af vand, som er en vigtig del af de naturlyde, jeg tager med, når jeg spiller på hospice i år.

11 hospicekoncerter rundt omkring i landet, hvor musikken bidrager til at skabe et beroligende pusterum.

Således vil koncerterne bestå af en række naturlyde tilsat live sang og musik, som understøtter det nærværende nu og her, både for de pårørende og de døende. Bevillingen går til al arbejdet med at skabe og gennemføre turne i hele landet.

“Jeg fandt selv lydene lindrende at lytte og sove til, da jeg var i kunstnerhus på Østisland – og det blev startskuddet på at sample naturlyde. Bølger er ikke bare bølger. Sten kan fortælle en historie om verdens pludselige forandring. Som de sorte kampesten på Island, som landede over natten og fyldte en hel fjord på Østisland. De lyder helt specielt…. Og at lytte til denne naturlyd kan virke lindrende i kaos. Flytte fokus. Åbne bevidstheden,” fortæller Mette Kirkegaard om projektet. 

Læs om hele projektet: https://www.vellivforeningen.dk/for-ansoegere/projekter/naturlyden-som-ledsager-til-musikalsk-lyttekoncert-paa-helende-hospiceturne/

English:

The sound of nature as a companion on a healing hospice tour: The Velliv Association has written about my work with soothing sound at 11 hospices in Denmark. Thanks to their grant, my long-awaited dream of relieving more places with nature samples and composition have come true. Thanks to Velliv Foreningen 🙏 and representative Keld Volder, who I met in Amager Strandpark together with photographer Henning Sjøstrøm. And to Signe Marie Lindstrøm, who photographed in Nørresundby.

“I found nature sounds soothing to listen and sleep to when I was in an artist’s house in East Iceland – and that was the starting point for sampling nature sounds. Waves are not just waves. Stones can tell a story about the world’s sudden change. Like the black boulders on Iceland, which landed overnight and filled an entire piece of a fjord. They sound spectacular…. And listening to this natural sound can soothe in chaos. Shift focus. Open consciousness, “I tell Velliv Association about.

Wellbeing with sounds and Music – hospicetour 2022

Thanks to all at Hospice Vangen and five other hospices so far. Haderslev to Aarhus, Nørresundby, Brædstrup and Vejle, Diakonissestiftelsen, I am mixing Naturesounds and live Music. 18th Feb is rescheduled.
Will be back with more news soon.
Mette Kirkegaard (left) with Hospice Vangen’s musictherapist Signe Marie Lindstrøm (right).
Søholm Hospice, Viby J

It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Probably one of the most relevant Dylan-songs right now…❤️

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I’ve walked and I crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’,
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’,
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’,
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’,
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’,
I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
And who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded in hatred,

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’,
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I’ll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it,
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it,
And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’,
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’,

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Bob Dylan, performed his song in public for the first time 22 Sept 1962.

One month later, on October 22, U.S. President John F. Kennedy appeared on national television to announce the discovery of Soviet missiles on the island of Cuba, initiating the Cuban Missile Crisis. In the sleeve notes on the Freewheelin’ album, Nat Hentoff would quote Dylan as saying that he wrote “A Hard Rain” in response to the Cuban Missile Crisis.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Hard_Rain%27s_a-Gonna_Fall

Mette Kirkegaard solo 2022

06-02 Haderslev, Hospice Sønderjylland
09-02 Aarhus, Hospice Søholm
10-02 Aalborg, Hospice Vangen, Kamilianergården
11-02 Brædstrup, Gudenå Hospice
12-02 Vejle, Sct. Maria Hospice
18-02 Måløv, Hospice Søndergaard
25-02 Frederiksberg, Diakonissestiftelsen
02-04 Ganløse, Galleri Søgaard
04-03 Frederiksværk, Arresødal Hospice
07-04 Svendborg, Sydfyns Hospice
08-04 Tårup, Lowfi-stuekoncert – aflyst
09-04 Aalborg, Lowfi-stuekoncert
10-04 Tversted Galleri Tornby
11-04 Frederikshavn, Hospice Vendsyssel
12-04 Lemvig, Ankerfjord Hospice
07-05 Lemvig Low-fi havekoncert
14-05 Roskilde Low-fi havekoncert
20-08 Dybvad, Low-fi stuekoncert

Mette Kirkegaard solo & på hospicetour – med naturlyden som ledsager 
Hospiceturne er støttet af Velliv Foreningen, Studiohennings, Hafpress

When Tove Ditlevsen was a girl, she was told that a “girl can’t be a poet.”

She enchanted and frightened me as a child with her sharp pen that had retained the ability to see the world through the eyes of a wounded child.

Tove’s books are still relevant. In light of addictions in the modern United States, her books have gained new market.

“Childhood / Youth / Dependency review – memoirs of art and addiction”

A new translation, ‘only’ 30 years after a translated edition that ran out.

“The ideas of conforming and belonging have a strong influence in Danish society.

Her family was working-class, and she was not able to go to high school, because she had to work. She followed her parents’ desire for her to marry up.“

She married as they told her, but she did become a poet and a writer🙏

The marriage however becomes a trap for an addiction that she describes.

Now I recommend Americans to read her newly translated works.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/nov/24/tove-ditlevsen-copenhagen-trilogy-childhood-youth-dependency-review

https://www.newyorker.com/books/this-week-in-fiction/tove-ditlevsen-10-25-21