tag:gavri.com,2005:/blogs/untitled-blog?p=2Untitled Blog2018-05-15T12:21:52+10:00Gavrifalsetag:gavri.com,2005:Post/18919972013-10-21T22:28:27+10:002022-04-28T11:12:26+10:00Gavri makes it on a Klub Kids Compilation Album.<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/36444dbcf3d3b6a657007fd815c1ca430ec21809/original/deepinthehouse1500-2.jpg?1382358203" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="font_regular">Back in 2011 Klub Kids label boss Kid Kenobi started a little mix series called 'Soulsteps' (Just for the love). It covered off some of the deeper dubstep and 'future garage' vibes that were emerging at the time and soon became a firm favourite with both himself and his fans. Little wonder then that the Kid has always been keen to stamp these sounds on his own label Klub Kids.<br><br><a contents="" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://itunes.apple.com/au/album/deep-in-the-house-vol.-1/id714481977" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/48d9f544127ad51673b50bc0408f860f86b5eeb1/small/images.jpeg?1382359001" class="size_s justify_left border_none" alt="" /></a></span></div><br><br><br><br><br>Mix Tracklist:<br><br>01. Walk Away (Original) - Nick Lynar<br>02. Dark Moon (Original) - Darper + Dark Moon (Rektchordz Remix) - Darper<br>03. Fiction (Original) - Darper<br>04. Make U See (Original) - Another (EXCLUSIVE)<br><strong>05. Closer To You (Kid Kenobi Remix) - Gavri feat. Anushka Manchanda </strong><br>06. It Could Be (Original) - Kill Light feat. Kashii<br>07. Cherry - Kill Light<br>08. True Love (Motez Remix) - Nick Lynar + True Love (Philly Blunt Remix) - Nick Lynar<br>09. Rays (Original) - ParaKord (EXCLUSIVE)<br>10. Tekken (ParaKord Remix) - Alex Preston feat. Xamplify (EXCLUSIVE)<br>11. Inner Soul (Original) - Myli D (EXCLUSIVE)<br>12. Perfect 10 (Hugga Thugg Remix) - The Mane Thing & Sazon Booya<br>13. You Take Me There (Diamond Lights Remix) - Aquasky feat. Diane Charlemagne<br> Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/3567082013-03-09T05:40:00+10:002017-01-16T06:45:28+10:00Picking up a Remix by Modern Legends.<font class="Apple-style-span" color="#C0C0C0" face="Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
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<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); text-align: justify; ">I got to say it was a very refreshing and inspiring experience. It's great to meet artists who really have a deep understanding of their equipment, especially when it comes to manipulating old school analog hardware, working to midi clock and performing it all live without the aid of a computer driving the whole thing. It's definitely an adventurous approach and one that pretty much guarantees that a performance will never sound the same twice. For me, allowing an element of the unknown always adds to a performance, and working like this in a studio environment can often produce some amazing results. </p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); text-align: justify; ">Hearing the Modern Legends remix of "Closer To You" was a blast ! Sonically lush, full and brilliant, with a 130bpm minimal techno vibe it features the vocal talents of Anushka Manchanda and flute performances by Himanshu Nanda. Due for release late April 2013……</p>
</span></font>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/2072452007-07-06T20:30:00+10:002022-03-05T21:08:59+10:00Varanasi.<div>
<span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span">A city not for the faint hearted, especially in June. I managed to time my visit with a heat wave that was scorching the northern interior regions of India. Days of 47 degree (Celsius) were getting hard to bear, and the nights were not really a big relief, still quite a sweaty experience.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><br></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/bfd3a6f08d95821055959b258f22de12d21ecb6c/medium/Cobra-guru-Varanasi.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="217" width="325" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/2def54780f202e3423d4d9f3dbc447f0ac1a1e12/medium/Rob-in-Varanasi1.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="217" width="325" /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span">A place of many colors and many religions, also many cows and many rickshaws. Varanasi is situated on the Ganges river and is said to be India's holiest and one of the worlds oldest cities. The old town is a place full of holly men, cows, burning bodies, beggars, musicians and traders all willing to sell you something....you don't need. It was through talking to one of these traders that I managed to setup a meeting with a Flute player by the name of Disip Shankar. After explaining my Gavri music project to him, he was happy for me to record a short performance for a modest fee.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><br></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "> </span></span><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/c2ddc627f27c7a0d4f17590a730e3fabacb5a475/large/Flute-player-Varanasi1.JPG?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_bottom border_" alt="" height="432" width="650" /><br><br><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Our recording location ended up being too noisy, so after a false start we relocated to my hotel room. A quieter location except for the mooing cow which strangely was in the same key as the music being recorded. The piece of music was a morning raag for flute, played with the backing of an electric Tambura. Recorded to DAT (digital audio tape) via a stereo mic, it really captured the atmosphere of the moment, a beautiful piece of music, played from the heart.</span></span></p>
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</span></span>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/2078952007-06-06T06:10:00+10:002021-09-19T06:34:32+10:00Dinner and a Jam.<span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; ">What a treat ! Invited to Indira’s place for dinner and and a evening of live music. I was asked to bring my recording gear to capture the event. Slowly the room was filling up with family and friends / musicians. After a drink and a chat, we all found our places to perform, and in my case to record the session. I could sense a kind of excitement in the room for the music we were about to hear. The instruments in play were, Flute, Sarod, Violin, Tabla, Harmonium & Vocals by Indira, and Spanish guitars by Paul George & Carey O’Sullivan of Australian band Tijuana Cartel. Also not forgetting the electronic Tambura, set to a particular key and creating the drone for all to play to……</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/78ddf867fe84d75409685dc619b6fad639b2e441/large/The-Jam-3.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="489" width="652" /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20.0px; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: medium; ">It was a very interesting and improvisational session for all of us, the recording process was much the same. With limited resources both Carey and I at times resorted to being human mic stands, moving mic's around from instrument to instrument for different solos and to feature the diverse performances. We weren't really setup to record the event properly, it was more the spirit of the evening we were trying to capture.</span><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/c060687e0e18e236ef8f743952a971fad3d04482/medium/The-Jam-3-rob.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="435" width="326" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/72dc512da7cf5b0c434855e6a6f5c7a2ea5e6c12/medium/Jam-Tabla-Player.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="435" width="326" /><br type="_moz"></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 19.0px; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Everyone had there moment in the spotlight including Paul and Carey who performed an original song for everyone. It was a very spirited and heartfelt piece of music that was very much appreciated by everyone. After the music session you could really feel the joy in the air, a feeling of celebration. Then came a wonderful home cooked meal, my first for over a month........oh...yea!</span></span></p>
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</span>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/2078962007-05-31T06:25:00+10:002022-05-07T04:41:35+10:00Introducing Anushka Manchanda.<span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; ">What a sweet and sexy voice this young starlet has. Heralding from an Indian pop girl group called VIVA, now disbanded, Anushka lends her voice to singing songs for Bollywood movies and doing live performances. Her mobile phone seems never to stop ringing and her work commitment involve a busy travel schedule, performing live around India and also working as a photographic model.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/5f2f62341601a16c12196ea620e89731f8e9da13/large/Anushka-n-Guitar.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="436" width="652" /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Photo by Nitin Patel.</span><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/8d56704ed1d317f520753b554356f9f78eb5c74e/medium/Anushka-n-headphones.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="435" width="326" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/b61c0d5004fa6f3ce9af127dca93a106d462a77e/medium/Anushka-n-Sitar.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="435" width="326" /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">The only hurdle has been trying to get hold of this elusive and understandably busy talent. Unfortunately it seems that I may be left with a half complete song, needing one more recording session with Anushka to complete the track.........I got to say it's been a frustrating process trying to get hold of Anushka, let alone getting her to find the time for that final session. Our first recording session was constantly interrupted by her mobile phone, which she couldn't bear to switch off.</span></span></p>
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</font></span>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/2079022007-05-29T09:05:00+10:002022-06-02T11:16:28+10:00Tabla Sessions - Performed by Ojas Adhiya. <div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/bf8e5a414aff8f5fd1ad5af627ff90125f532e46/medium/Ojas-Tablas-1.jpg?1377613782" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="435" width="326" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/0d07a3f90d9da792e68ad6241fa11ed906e21535/medium/Nitin-fisheye1.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="436" width="327" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: medium; ">While at Santa Cruz railway station (Mumbai) I had a chance meeting with a local photographer, Nitin Patel, who I later realised as being a very helpful and talented young guy. I was in the middle of shooting some time-lapse 8mm film, collecting footage for an upcoming Gavri video clip. After explaining to him that I was in India looking for musicians to record with, he mentioned he had some contacts and may be able to help………</span><br></span></span></span><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/09af4738f17cbb97f8452498d3b5d50f50cf33ff/medium/Rob-n-super8-cam-at-station.jpg?1377613782" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="435" width="326" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/69eac2cd280ccb408bec7b5b7055621781425a47/medium/Nitin-with-computer.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="435" width="326" /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: medium; ">A few days later I was invited by Nitin to go to an Indian classical music recital. This was where I had the pleasure to first hear the inspiring talents of 19-year-old Ojas Adhjya, an extremely talented Tabla player. After the concert I was introduced to a young guy who kindly offered to provide me with Ojas’s phone number.</span><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/ce18c769c58f7d3a0e4cb0927256a216a542a9fd/large/Ojas-at-Classical-concert.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="487" width="650" /></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Again, just a few days later, Nitin calls me with the number and the rest is history. We organized to meet at my hotel and do the recording session in the hotel room. It was an interesting process as the recording session was a combined effort between two other musicians and friends, Paul George & Carey O’Sullivan from Tijuana Cartel. We all contributed tracks for Ojas to perform to, and given the limited time and resources the results were great. Just one way a chance encounter can lead to a privileged experience…………Thanks Ojas…………and Nitin.</span></span></p>
<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/b6bc91d2810e9f9753d6b60fd459ffbcda6b26e5/large/Ojas-playing-2.jpg?1377613782" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="487" width="650" /> </font></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "></span></span></font></div>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/507522007-05-29T06:40:00+10:002017-01-16T06:45:27+10:00Introducing Indira Naik.<span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; ">A singer who’s voice is an instrument of beauty and power, evoking images of modern grace and old-world mysticism. Classically trained in the Patiala Gayaki (Hindustani classical music), Indira’s voice is a tribute to age old traditions set against the backdrop of our times.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/4641fa552b12e37128bcb533eb6195c6bdb18854/large/Indira01.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="981" width="652" /><br type="_moz"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 19.0px; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Having the pleasure and experience of working with this gifted artist was certainly one of the highlights of my trip to India. Her generous spirit became evident when we got a call inviting myself and my two music colleagues to her home for dinner, and requesting Paul to bring his guitar and for me to bring my recording gear. There will be a group of musician’s, all friends of Indira, coming to dinner and for the Jam session that is to follow. Some of the instruments include Flute, Sarod, Tabla, Harmonium, Violin Guitar and Vocals by Indira…………I’ll be updating this article after the event…………..stay tuned.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/b52c477455bcc0c9d016fa7d1b1e57f5b2cbaa36/large/Indira-and-Rob.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="462" width="652" /><br type="_moz"></span></p>
</span></span>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/2081032007-05-27T20:55:00+10:002022-02-13T06:59:55+10:00The Usual Suspects. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/b78aaba6c30cfb3d61358b9975f4deb7a140e198/large/Usual-Suspects-group-shot.jpg?1377613782" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="487" width="650" /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> <br></span>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">From left to right : </span></b><br><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><b>Chirag Katti :</b> An incredible talent on the Sitar. He performs at Indian Classical music concerts all over India and was one of our session musicians. </span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Paul George :</span></b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> A very gifted and talented musician / guitarist. Paul's developed a style of playing all his own, using Gypsy scale with hints of Jazz and Classical. He's also the front man for Australian band Tijuana Cartel. </span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Carey O' Sullivan :</span></b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> The other key member of Tijuana Cartel. Carey looks after much of the production side of the band and is also a bit of a genius when it comes to music programming & manipulation. A jack-of-all-trades and master of many. </span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Ojas Adhiya :</span></b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> A truly awesome Tabla player and one of our session musicians while in Mumbai. I meet Ojas at an India Classical Music recital in Mumbai. He plays a lot of concerts with his friend Chirag who plays Sitar. Another musician told me that Ojas is in the top 20 Tabla players in Mumbai. That's saying a lot considering he's 19 years old and there's over 18 million people in Mumbai...... with a lot of Tabla players. </span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Robert Chomicz :</span></b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> That's me, the guy behind the music of Gavri. I was very fortunate to be invited to India by my two friends Paul and Carey, they were about to embark on a three month residency working at the Marriot Hotel...... playing under the guise of Audio Shaman. Our plan was to work on our music projects and to share in the process of working and recording with some of the local musicians in Mumbai.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/de14349b871220a428ad03773603882f3248b1cd/large/Ojas-playing-1.jpg?1377613782" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="487" width="650" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/98d2e1b10a14c2a0b5411f5b99f793ebe9a27638/large/Sitar-Charad.jpg?1377613782" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="487" width="650" /><br type="_moz"></span></p>
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<iframe width="650" height="488" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zeC7dfJ0ESk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/3310132006-01-01T21:00:00+10:002023-10-17T00:44:56+10:00The Debut Album release by Gavri.<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; ">Well here it is, my debut Gavri album, Global Inspiration. After a lot of late nights, technical nightmares, travel and soul searching, I finally managed to put the pieces together…..hope you enjoy it ! <br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/a3d0fc210318bb98eefb9af8e1ebf363af43f1eb/large/GAVRI-Albumcover-2.jpg?1377613782" class="size_orig justify_middle border_" alt="" height="400" width="400" /><br></span></span>
<div id="myEventWatcherDiv" style="display:none;"> </div>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/2078992001-08-17T08:00:00+10:002022-02-14T01:46:28+10:00The recording of vocals for the song Gatchami.<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/57e6e19a0a0f3bfddfc403f477be034d8257d9f2/large/Cave-10-Elora-Caves.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="459" width="652" /> <br><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; ">Seven long hours on a train west of Mumbai, I found myself in the enchantment of Ellora Caves. The caves are World Heritage listed and not far from Aurangabad in India. While I was exploring these ancient monuments and shrines, I was spotted by Imran, a 19 year old local man who was selling </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; ">old Indian artefacts and postcards. </span> </span> </span>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Once we got the business out of the way, getting the hard sell from Imran, purchasing an old coin and a few postcards I didn’t really want, we started to explore these amazing caves. We exchanged stories, walking and laughing as he told me of his happy life in Ellora. We rediscovered an ancient Hindu Temple with magical acoustics. (pictured above) We experimented with sounds as young kids do, to hear our own voices echoing in the cave.<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/fb21df8eb3c5bd9d57aa3212a9e1a2faf3567e1e/medium/Elora-Caves-3.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="521" width="352" /><br></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">I quickly realised the beauty in the sounds we were hearing as Imran started to sing an old Sanskrit mantra. The natural acoustics in this cave were amazing. I asked if he wouldn’t mind if I recorded him singing this beautiful mantra, explaining I had a microphone and a recording device. Strangely looking unsurprised with my request he was happy to sing. From these few fortunate moments of ancient inspiration came the vocal for the track “Gatchami”.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); min-height: 16px; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br></span></span></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">English vocal translation: “Buddha’s feet are planting the flowers”.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); min-height: 16px; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br></span></span></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">After the recording was over he was eager to hear his voice back on the headphones, laughing at himself and being amazed at the clarity of the recording. I explained that I may one day like to use it on a record, asking if it was ok……. he said no problem but refused my request to take a photo and to note down his last name. I asked why….. he explained that if some of his Islamic friends found out he sang a Buddhist mantra he may get in trouble.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); min-height: 16px; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br></span></span></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 21px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Ellora Caves: The cave temples, chapels and monasteries of Ellora were carved over a period of five centuries by (Buddhist, Hindu and Jain) monks and date back as far as 600AD. They stretch for over 2 km.</span></span></p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/c2e2b7da146613ebbe5ce32bc98c3e889dff2dcf/large/Elora-caves-waterfall.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="437" width="652" /></p>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/2074101997-11-16T07:45:00+10:002021-08-16T20:36:39+10:00Moroccan Stories.<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/3635d8a98f46b82f84c4f13192c4a3232eea1064/medium/Camel-eats-orange.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="217" width="326" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/685a36a31f1675674a270a69ab8d565a4699543c/medium/Casablanca-spices.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="217" width="326" /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Flying into Casablanca on a midnight flight from London I knew I was in for an adventure.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">While waiting in the cue to go through Customs a middle-aged man found himself next to me asking questions and being very friendly. After a few minutes it started to seem strange to see this guy so awake and so friendly, almost a little hyper. Then came the request, as we were about 30 second away from walking through an inspection point of Customs he asks me if I could help carry one of his bags. Just as I was about to say “sure, no problem” I realised something wasn’t right. A feeling of dread came over me as I started to sweat. I noticed he wasn’t overloaded and struggling with his luggage, and being a local he could say anything he wanted to customs if questioned about the contents and ownership of the bag, and I would never know what was really said. So after a brief hesitation I said ” No I’m sorry”. I quickly moved ahead and went through Customs alone. I got an inspector who asked what I have in my bag, I replied ” cloths, camera, microphone”, he attempted to smile and then waved me on. As I walked away I looked back at the guy who wanted my help with his luggage, it was now spread out over a large table with 2 guys going through it. I don’t know what happened in the end but I was glad to get out of there.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Ten minutes later I’m in a taxi heading to downtown Casablanca with a taxi driver who refuses to turn on his headlights other than a quick flash as he’s approaching another vehicle. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t overtaking trucks and speeding on the dark stretch of road between the airport and the dim lit outer suburbs of Casablanca.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Next I get to the hotel I pre booked out of London for the first night, unremarkably they tell me they don’t have a room for me, but they can find one if I pay more money. As this has happened to be before, once in Egypt, seeing you have already paid for your room, the night staff try to get you to pay more for a supposed upgrade, they pocket the money, you get a room. It would probably have been cheaper to pay what they were asking for but I was in no mood to reward these guys…….So my answer was “No Thanks”.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">The area still looked reasonably busy for 2am and I was now wide awake after my airport and taxi experience. I was happy to see what might be around the corner, you never know until you look and within 10 minute I found a great place to eat and a cheap hotel.<br></span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> <br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/243fc4458988c851b505b71447bfd3a39f14912f/medium/Casablanca-Medina-01.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="218" width="326" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/292a9b96d183c52d1d406265218b9aacc1a1e9b7/medium/Casablanca-Medina-b.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="218" width="326" /></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">The next day I decided to explore the old market / Medina area of Casablanca. It’s a maze of narrow alley and streets with traders selling everything you can imagine. After a few hours here taking picture, sampling food and getting acclimatised to being in Morocco, I decide to head out of the market place and into the main city.It’s just then that a guy in his early 20′s approaches me to buy Hash. Now, if someone were inclined to want what he was selling, you definitely wouldn’t want to buy it from him….. He had trouble written all over him ! It even smelt like a potential setup. I knew my “No Thanks” approach wasn’t going to work here……this guy wouldn’t let up, he just followed me everywhere. Even when I found my way out of the market he followed me into town getting almost argumentative that I wouldn’t buy some of his herb. I even offer him a few dollars to get lost. It Didn’t work. Sadly in the end I ended up getting us to a very public area and yelling at him to stop trying to sell me drugs. He got a few words of abuse from a few of the locals and I managed to get away.<br><br type="_moz"></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">It must have been 5 minute later I get some guy come up to me asking where I’m from. At this point I’m a little angry. He senses my anger and asks what’s wrong, as I explain what just happened he starts to laugh…….this helped me get over it pretty quick. I ask him his name, he replied “Simoh”. We continue to chat and end up having a coffee at a place nearby called Western House. Simoh spoke English reasonably well and after coffee and a short guided tour of the local area we organised to meet the following day.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/6872ce4d9a9e5f0d6093757d00a1c2c4d5b2758a/medium/Western-house-1.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="435" width="326" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/dd3d3a7000ea2bf8146af3abcca48c83750b7cbc/medium/Simho2.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="435" width="326" /><br type="_moz"></span></p>
<p><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "><br></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: Arial; ">The next day I was shown the local Medina from a locals perspective. Great food, lots of interesting shops, sights and situations, some of which I probably shouldn’t mention in this blog. During the next few days we traveled in and around Casablanca, but It was now time for me to head south to Marrakesh as planned………and then a surprise, Simoh unexpectedly offered to come with me, he had friends in Marrakesh he would love to see. I was quite surprised and also a bit suspicious of his intensions, in my mind I was running through a number of scenarios of what could happen if we were traveling together, like being robbed while asleep etc, I wanted to trust this guy, I felt he was a good man. I also knew that if we were to travel together, it was going to cost me…..money. After an honest conversation where I outline some of my concerns, trying not to offend him with my insecurities, we agreed to travel together with Simoh as my unofficial translator, guide and general “Fixer”.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Later that night I explained to Simoh how I would like to meet some musicians and if possible record some short performances, explaining a little about my Gavri world music project. Within an hour we were at a small, smoky and darkly lit nightclub where a few of his friends were playing a show. I was introduced to the band during a break and warmly welcomed by all five members of the group. The next song they played was rather loudly dedicated to “Robare. Robare, from Astrali” It was a great way to spend my last night in Casablanca, a lot of fun and an interesting sight watching the locals party..........</span></span></p>
<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/a00bb84bd697cab025bce9d3ee1f102a345361ab/large/Moroccan-Dentist.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="430" width="652" /><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "><br></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "> <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: Arial; ">The following morning we set off to Marrakesh via train, a 10 hour trip if I recall correctly. While at the train station I realised how helpful my travel companion was going to be, there were no signs in English or people who spoke English, and in the following days this scenario was repeated many times. Even when we checked into a cheap hotel and were given the shittiest room in the place, a few sharp words from Simoh got us upgraded to the best room in the place, for no extra cost.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">The following days in Marrakesh were spent exploring the souks (markets), feasting on the nightly food stalls in the market square, recording some of the street musicians and hiking in the Lower Atlas Mountains, a few hours to the east. This almost turn into a big problem, after a day of hiking it was getting dark and we needed to get ourselves to the main road to get a lift out of the mountains and back to Marrakesh, approx 100km away. As we found out later, we managed to get the last share taxi out of the mountains that night. By the time I got back to our hotel that night I was feeling delirious, I couldn’t keep track of time and my energy was gone, and it seemed to be getting worse. I realised I was experiencing dehydration and a bit of heat stroke. Thankfully I had Simoh looking after me, he managed to get me a few litres of the best orange juice I had ever tasted and a small feast of Moroccan food from the nearby markets.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/83eaecf92e1ea1c6a97300a35c27c9a138802fa5/large/Marrakesh-black-magic.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="436" width="652" /></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; ">It was in the following days that I got to know Simoh a little better, his love for his extended family, and his personal struggle and story of being in Morocco. Only a year earlier he was happily living in Sweden, where he met a girlfriend and found a job working in a hospital. After a year or so, when he decided to visit his family in Morocco, on entry at the airport his passport was stamped with what was effectively a no exit visa. No exit from Morocco.</span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">One night while playing back some street recordings I had done that day, we started talking about the political state of his country and the lack of human rights and freedom of speech, with his permission and somewhat his request, I managed to make a quick recording in French & English. This recording is featured on the track “Revolution”, from the forthcoming 2nd Gavri album, due for release mid 2012, yes I know, it's been a long time coming....</span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/c71dbfd0881327073bfe787f60b49e05edc5d56b/large/Morocco-Lower-Atlas-Mts.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="438" width="652" /></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">We continued our journey west to the coastal town of Essaouira. It was a comforting feeling seeing the ocean and a welcome relief from the dry desert air. It’s long deserted beaches and relaxed feel was a nice change to the craziness of Marrakesh. Essaourira was also a place where some of Simho friends lived. We were soon invited for a home cooked meal and a night hanging out and exchanging stories.</span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">A few days later it’s was time to head back to Casablanca to get my flight back to London. We caught a bus leaving Essaouira in the morning and traveling via Safi and El Jadida. I’m glad Simho suggested we pay the bus drives assistant a small fee to put our bags at the bottom of the luggage pile, as most of the luggage is on the roof of the bus. It was only a few hours into our bone jarring bus ride that we had to pull over to collect some luggage that had fallen from the roof. We made it into Casablanca late into the afternoon, which was a relief as the trip was quite a ugly experience.</span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #444444"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Sadly I had to leave Morocco the next day, just as I was getting comfortable dealing with the day to day experiences of traveling in Morocco, admittedly my unfair advantage was having Simho with me. I got to say, he was a huge help, a friend and a great travel companion. We keep in contact and hope to meet up again one day in the future.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/c33a6af2d99af7be2a954361939b4474208761da/large/Esoeara.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="435" width="652" /><br type="_moz"></span></p>
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<div id="myEventWatcherDiv" style="display:none;"> </div>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/2074281995-06-18T09:00:00+10:002021-09-22T05:24:57+10:00Recording the vocals for Gloryland.<span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; ">A chance meeting on a train, in the south of Italy. Journeying with a friend from Brindisi to Rome, three free spirits board the train at a midnight stop.</span> </span> </span>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">Native to Cameroon, Cecelia and her friends joined my compartment. They played like teenagers, loudly talking and singing. These girls were not so easy to deal with. For starters our cabin had two vacant seats, not three. Within about two minutes they managed to kick out some very tired looking Italian guy to make room for their friend........................</span><br></span> <br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/0c99548320b2b5a0f0b3deb233683cb5fd00e9f1/large/Brindisi-Station.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="432" width="652" /></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">After seeing the way they handled themselves ejecting some poor sleepy guy from our compartment, I tried setting some ground rules while offering them water, gum etc, we got off to a good start and were set for a crazy eight hours or so. We shared jokes and insights into our cultures and traditions, basically turning our compartment into a small party. After explaining a little about my World Music recording project and offering to record someone if anyone would like to sing, the train slowed, I tried to quieten the conversation in an attempt to make a recording. For a while all three girls went crazy singing over the top of each other, having fun laughing and just being silly. I noticed Cecelia wanting to calm down her two friends… she had something she wanted to sing. Finally, a brief stop at a small train station, it was now 2.15 am and it was dead quiet.</span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">I asked Cecelia if she was ready to sing something for me. She obliged with joy and chose to sing a short passage from a childhood song her grandmother would sing to her while they would work in the fields planting crops. Her sweet voice opened our hearts to her delicate sound and rich heritage of Cameroon.</span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">( Gloryland is from the debut album "Global Inspiration" by Gavri ).</span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><b>Download it on</b></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><b><a target="_new" href="http://itunes.apple.com/au/album/global-inspiration/id428534023"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); ">iTunes.</span></span></a></b></span><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/e94362a6db7bd09b8a4c39a5205e6b235102daaf/large/Rob-Euro-Train1.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="427" width="652" /><br type="_moz"></span></p>
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<div id="myEventWatcherDiv" style="display:none;"> </div>Gavritag:gavri.com,2005:Post/2072291995-06-15T20:20:00+10:002022-02-01T01:56:26+10:00Recording In Tanzania.<div style="text-align: justify; ">
<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/1299cd1560e000a42afb1bd5cd0e8147199b42e3/medium/Zebras.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="216" width="325" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/8dd4969926605808ce3a0e4a48280d74af989c61/medium/Tanzania-On-Safari.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="216" width="325" /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #c0c0c0"><span style="font-size: medium; ">While traveling through East Africa on a two month backpacking trip I met a young Tanzanian man by the name of Iddy Ally. I was traveling through Tanzania making my way to Kenya at the time. Here's some background on the recording of the vocal that's featured in the tracks, The Times, Iddy's Song and Passage of Time, from the debut album Global Inspiration.</span></p>
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I awoke in the early morning to pack the vehicle, we were heading for Ngorongoro Crater, and a few days later to Mt Kilimanjaro and the boarder of Kenya, we were leaving soon. Just as we were about to depart Iddy tapped me on the shoulder, "I can sing for you". I was lucky that another person in our group was still not back from her trip to the market..... why not use the time !</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #c0c0c0"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><br></span>Iddy and I found a quiet room to record his voice. He sang into a hand held Sony condenser mic recording directly into a walkman style DAT (digital) recorder. No guide track for him to listen to, just his voice. A fortunate 15 minutes ! This young man of 18 years had a maturity and depth to his voice beyond his years. I found myself immersed in a beautiful world, Iddy's. His rich and captivating voice resonated in my mind all the way to Mt Kilimanjaro.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #c0c0c0"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><br></span></span><a target="_new" href="/files/70786/The-Times-raw-rec-25sec.mp3"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); ">Hear a short preview of the original unaltered recording of Iddy Ally...................</span></span></a></p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 14.0px Arial; color: #c0c0c0"><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><br></span>Unfortunately, for various reasons, I didn't get around to taking a photo of the occasion..... The photo's in this post are from the following days.<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/b11fd6f0d5f1ec5aee4af1b41cb0e5a66db074b4/medium/Bogged-in-Serengetti-small.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="213" width="325" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/1917e83b7c937f4302529244c6b36bc2c091cef1/medium/Tanzania-Massi-Kids-2.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_right border_" alt="" height="213" width="325" /><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/62084/d0f502a92451ad7763718fcaf7ae74a3c3867a06/large/Elephant-in-Wild.jpg?1377613781" class="size_orig justify_bottom border_" alt="" height="435" width="654" /><br type="_moz"></span></p>Gavri