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the laos song cycle - part I

by François Minaux & Pascal Minaux

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1.
departure 13:55
departure i leave behind this shattered body and i could not understand yet how i would still be preserved how central i was to my mother and how i will always be the center of her life i was a young ghost with the mind of a child still shocked by the brutality of my own death sad because i felt alone because i needed my mother i had never quite gotten accustomed with the war zone i always thought it was temporary even after many years i was still waiting with hope for the small happy universe i grew up in to come back with my mother everything was possible happiness and sadness now, i did not know what to feel, what to think and where to go i was a scared little ghost with the thoughts of a 9-year-old child little did i know that i was never to be alone ever again even with all the tears that she sheds for me even after all the sorrow my memories brought back to her even with all the grievance that plagued her life she took care of me as her most precious treasure never forgot i was deep inside her much deeper than a fetus is in her mother’s womb she carried me her whole life a second time even as she knew that i was not going to be born again
2.
harvest 07:46
harvest she moves around effortlessly stretching her uterus bending space around her dislocating each particle she now bears a new being an emotional trace in herself warping each moment into the fabric of her own suffering she is working around the clock raising her dough unaware of the stimuli her lips parted revealing a cavern absorbing all into it accelerating everything as gravity obeys and remembers her master we plough for her deep straight arteries, obliged worshipping our new prize applying gentle pressure the iron eternally dragging on though the crevices can not help but merge converge at the pit leading the finger where waters had once flowed remains the traces of intimate strokes and embraces engraved in the sediment deepening, gaining strength at every curbs and turn congregate, accentuated helping the release muted by the immensity of the task we gaze realizing the futility of our endeavor astonished by the unforgettable landscape whispering we can not help but mutter to ourselves this soil has been sown and we are the seeders for the fruits of her sorrows we will harvest this land has been raped and we are the rapists collecting water and preventing the flood this crop has been engineered and we are the architects growing strong and well nourished but ready to be broken now we must retreat in our palaces, a kingdom of suffering trying to forget an entire empire built on shame
3.
you can not see me you can not hear me only when you walk only when you stand at the crossroad you can not perceive you can not conceive only when you stop only when you bend to reach the ground we must continue – you can not proceed we must carry on – you must plant the seeds pass on the secret to our children bring me your jar filled up to the edges up on the plain at the center of it all you will be disgraced on your on land you will be forgotten by your own friends you will be betrayed you must exhaust yourself to the task you know the path so well a foot step leading to the next up you go again as newcomers gather irresistibly attracted they will recognize the ferrous smell Let by the plough as they stand subjugated you may tip the jar to quench their thirst with the blood of your daughters

about

The Laos Song Cycle is a collection of lyrics about the Laos secret war (1964-1973). They are inspired from stories of people impacted by the war that I collected early during my research. For the last ten years, they have been part of my repertoire and have known many different arrangements, orchestrations and versions depending on the ensemble and band I was part of. To this date, this is my last version and there will be at least two more texts to be added as The Laos Song Cycle - part 2.

For the last nine months, I again found myself taking a new journey into the unpredictable paths of free improvisation. I put composing and scoring to a rest and focused on building a new relationship between the musicians, the audience and the sounds. A relationship based on trust, risk-taking, spontaneity and anarchy.

It seems to me that the practice of free improvisation is rooted deep in the history of man and woman. Based on an oral exchange, it triggers reflexes and instincts that could be traced back to their earliest need for survival. Similarly, the flute is an archaic instrument that evokes mysteries from forgotten time and territories. It can speak to us about the beginning of mankind. This particular position in peoples' psyche makes the flute an ideal instrument to practice free improvisation.

The organologic proximity between the flute and the modular synthesizer is remarkable. To name a few, the flute’s low timbre density mirrors and mimics the pure sinusoidal waves produced by the modular synthesizer. Moreover, we could perhaps say that the modular synthesizer shares, via the pipe organ, some genealogical branches with the flute family.

Because of its subtractive way of shaping or sculpting the sound, the modular synthesizer can be considered an anti-instrument. Therefore, it completes any traditional musical instrument such as the flute that is an additive instrument.

At its core, the modular synthesizer, unlike most traditional instruments, is not based on any musical quantifications such as temperaments, scales, timbre or register. That alone helps people focus on sounds rather than on music.

In general, I use both vocals and animal sounds dialectical and sensory impacts to deliver ideas, poetry and sounds. Whereas I may fluctuate between improvised verses, words and vocals, in this 3 pieces, I chose to focus on a specific text.

Another sound source we frequently used in our duet is field recordings. Here, too, it directly informs people’s sonic memories while bypassing the cultural frame usually required from a musical form.

I would like to thanks Chantala Kommanivanh for letting me use his paintings in my graphics and for being my friend. Nat Quinn for giving me some of his pétanques and trusting me. Legacies of War for their support. Channapha Khamvongsa for welcoming me at Legacies of War. Sera Koulabdara for helping editing the live projection and sharing her story. Danae Hendrickson for your interest in my project. Annie Bright and Todd Eden Smiley for proof-reading the liner notes, listening to me, supporting my music, the numerous parties at Sala & Betty and for being my friends. And all the people that helped me navigate in the making of this project.


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released March 19, 2023

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François Minaux: vocals, flutes (C flute, piccolo, G flute, bass flute, contrabasse flute), theremin and zither (detuned).

Pascal Minaux: modular synthesizers, field recordings.
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art by Chantala Kommanivanh, Nat Quinn and Pascal Minaux;
editing and mixing by François Minaux.

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François Minaux Austin, Texas

François Minaux is a French singer, multi-instrumentalist, multi-disciplinary artist, lyricist and composer based in Austin, Texas in the USA.

His music combines experimental, free improvisation and contemporary classical genres.
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