Gillian Grassie

‘The Train’ included on Lebanon soundtrack, to premier at SXSW

// March 10th, 2010 // No Comments » // Cool Stuff, Music, News

More cool news: “The Train” was chosen for inclusion on the soundtrack of the indie film Lebanon, PA, which has been selected to premier at SXSW this month!

Check out the trailer, and if you’re going to be in Austin, TX for the festival, stop by the premiere on March 14th.

Serpentine spinning on more US airwaves

// March 10th, 2010 // No Comments » // Cool Stuff, News

Wow, I am just thrilled to learn that the number of stations spinning Serpentine in the US has doubled since December. Many of these triple A stations, including Public Radio East, have moved the album into heavy rotation because of your requests – thanks!

I’ll try to hit as many of these cities as I can on my Fall tour, but if there’s a specific venue or town you’d like me to visit, shoot me an e-mail at info@gilliangrassie.com. And remember, you can always book me for a concert right in your own living room – anyone can do it! I love playing house concerts.

You can now catch songs from Serpentine playing on the following stations:

AOL Radio National
KXCI Tucson AZ
KOZT Ft. Bragg CA
KWMR Pt. Reyes Station CA
KCMV Breckinridge CO
KDNK Carbondale CO
KBUT Crested Butte CO
KSUT Ignacio CO
KVNF Paonia CO
WFIT Melbourne FL
KKCR Hanalei HI
KDEC Decorah IA
WFHB Bloomington IN
WWHR Bowling Green KY
WFPK Louisville KY
WMKY Moorehead KY
KSLU Hammond LA
WTMD Baltimore MD
Maine Public Broadcasting Bangor ME
WERU E. Orland ME
KAXE Grand Rapids MN
WSGE Charlotte NC
Public Radio East New Bern NC
WNTI Hackettstown NJ
WBJB Monmouth NJ
WFDU Teaneck NJ
Indie SF Santa Fe NM
WEXT Albany NY
WEHM Long Island NY
WDST Woodstock NY
WOUB Athens OH
WCBE Columbus OH
WYSO Yellow Springs OH
KRVM Eugene OR
WDIY Bethlehem PA
WXPN Philadelphia PA
WVIA Scranton PA
WETS Johnson City TN
KFAN Fredericksburg TX
KPFT Houston TX add
KUT Austin TX
KWCR Ogden UT
KRCL Salt Lake City UT
WNRN Charlotesville VA
WRRW Williamsburg VA
Wyoming Public Laramie WY

luthiers and coffee beans

// March 8th, 2010 // 1 Comment » // News, Travel

Well, after three months in Mumbai, I made it out of India without a hitch, except that when I arrived in Jakarta and unpacked my harp, I discovered she’d been damaged pretty severely during the journey to Indonesia. On the back of the harp, near the top of the sound box, the wood had been pushed in and sported a long, ugly crack, split clear through, as if someone had punched her.

the break

This is the part of the harp that rests against my shoulder when I play, and it’s important structurally for sound quality. But – if I can talk about this without becoming overly sentimental – this part of the harp is also significant emotionally, since it is the point of contact between the instrument and my body; when I play, the sound vibrations travel through this section of wood to my shoulder and resonate physically in my body.

When I fly, I pack the harp in a soft, padded case that fits inside a second, rigid foam and fiberglass flight case, like a set of Russian dolls. Over the years, I’ve flown internationally using this set-up about a dozen times without any problems, so it must have gotten dropped very hard for this to have happened. It’s hard to imagine what exactly the baggage handlers might be doing to cause such serious damage to otherwise well-protected musical instruments, but David Carroll’s YouTube video offers some pretty funny ideas. I suppose it’s a bit of a miracle that nothing like this happened before, especially given the number of unlikely and inhospitable places I’ve taken my harp.

there's always one smart-ass at the airport who makes a crack about a dead ex-boyfriend. They always think they came up with it too.

Having had my fill of major Southeast Asian metropolises, and feeling not a little heartbroken, I hopped on the first train I could book to Yogyakarta, a much smaller and slower-paced city in central Java, and the island’s semi-official cultural heart. I was hoping that somewhere in this hub of universities, music schools, and gamelan orchestras, I might be able to find someone who could try and stabilize the crack until I could get the instrument to a harp maker and look at my repair options.

Sure enough, literally around the corner from my guesthouse, there was a luthier. I spent a couple hours watching him build acoustic guitars with a reassuring, grandfatherly countenance and a craftsman’s leathered hands. I brought my harp over for him to take a look at, and we discussed (with the help of a friendly local’s translation) how he might try and stabilize the instrument. At first, things seemed optimistic, but, after a few days of head scratching, he ultimately decided he wasn’t confident working on the harp.
I guess if you’re going to find yourself halfway around the world with a rare, broken instrument, Yogyakarta isn’t the worst place to evaluate the situation and regroup.

First of all, there is excellent coffee.

I’m still getting used to the grit of drinking it unstrained – which is how it is served here – but there is absolutely no question that Java’s coffee plantations are producing delicious joe. Secondly, and much more importantly, the people in my Sosrowijayan neighborhood are wonderful.

tony let me hold his pet bird

The Sosrowijayan neighborhood is pretty easy to fall in love with. As soon as you turn off the main drag onto Jl Sosrowijayan, things get dramatically quieter. There are more smiles and fewer hawkers. Upon turning onto one of the alleyways that lead into the residential part of the neighborhood, the sound decibel decreases another few notches and suddenly you feel as though you aren’t in a city at all, but a small village, with lots of adorable young children running around, friendly faces asking how your day was, and the old folks smoking clove cigarettes and looking on.

making music on the batik shop steps

It helps that I started off on the right foot by bypassing the restaurants and eating at the neighborhood food stand, which serves amazing rice, tempe, tofu, gado gado, and ginger tea, along with a plate full of fried chicken necks complete with heads that I try not to think of as staring at me while I eat my veggies. The flora and fauna in my G.I. tract provided by three months in India have made me braver than the average tourist, so I’m not too distracted by traveler’s belly to appreciate the dirt-cheap, delicious food. Lunch typically sets me back about 80 cents. The food stand is also great because it’s next to an open space where kids play pick-up football games (the kind the rest of the world plays, not the U.S. version) across from the mosque, and is generally an all-ages neighborhood hang-out. It also helps that I’m American, since Obama has a nation-wide fan club in Indonesia for having spent part of his childhood in the courty – there’s even a statue of a 10 year-old “Barry” catching butterflies in Jakarta.

mucking about with a siter

Within my first 48 hours I’d talked to a group of high school boys about their favorite bands (Guns and Roses, Metallica, Oasis, and a bunch of Indonesian emo-pop bands), received an invitation to a nearby village for a traditional music event celebrating the rice-harvest that’s particular to this region, been advised on the fair purchase price for snake fruit (4000 rupiah per kilo), and planned a couple of bicycle day trips to nearby mountains (read, volcanoes) and beaches. Taking pity on the harpless harpist, some locals also invited me to an evening jam session on the front steps of a batik shop. They played guitar and offered me a siter (not to be confused with India’s sitar) to mess around with. The siter is a stringed instrument typically played in Gamelan orchestras and the closest thing to a harp I’ve seen in Indonesia.

Togor

A couple of nights later, when (much to my horror and embarrassment) I found myself in tears over the situation with my harp, I was immediately offered a hot cup of tea and invited to sit down and talk with some new friends. We didn’t come up with a solution that night, but I was deeply touched by the sincerity of their concern and empathy, and I went to bed feeling a lot better after singing a couple English songs Togor knew how to play on the guitar (amusingly, these were “Summertime” and “Jingle Bells”), and learning a Bahasa lullaby.

It’s true that I can get another harp (and hopefully my insurance will ensure that I do) and that there may still be hope that my harp can be repaired properly, but even with a new back, her voice will probably be different, and I can’t shake the feeling that something has been lost here that is not replaceable. This feeling is especially poignant since I learned that Jack Faulkner, the man who designed and built my harp, passed during the fall.

sound check at the Edinburgh International Harp Festival, 2001

This particular instrument has been my partner since I was twelve years old. She has shared the stage with me at every major competition and performance of my life. I remember feeling nervous backstage at the Edinburgh International Harp Festival when I was fourteen, and how much comfort I felt as soon as I sat down and pulled her back to my shoulder. When I was fifteen and found myself living in Switzerland, alone for the first time in a foreign country, it was on this harp that I wrote my first song. She has helped me make music in the mountains of British Columbia, and in a whole string of grimy, smoky clubs in the United States. More recently, she decimated cultural and language barriers in Mumbai, when a young girl’s curiosity lead to an impromptu concert in a Western Rail suburban train car.

my best impression of a pack mule

When people see me lugging the flight crate through customs or walking through cities saddled like a pack mule with the harp on my back, they often raise their eyebrows at the idea of girl bothering to travel with such an unwieldy thing. What they don’t realize is that it’s not me who’s dragging the harp along for the journey, but rather the other way around. It’s true that I’ve turned down family vacations before because I couldn’t bring my harp with me, but it’s also true that the vast majority of opportunities for travel I’ve had have been provided by the harp. I wouldn’t have seen Scotland or most of the southern United States without the financial support she’s given me through touring and scholarships, and I certainly wouldn’t be here now, writing a blog update from Indonesia, without her help. She makes me braver than I am, and often takes me places I wouldn’t be bold enough to go alone.

camping in British Columbia

Despite the sense of loss, I’ve been trying to look at this as a moment of opportunity. Perhaps this is a good chance to pick up another instrument, something that could offer fresh ideas for the way I approach the harp and might even liberate me from some of the frustrating limitations and creative ruts I’ve found myself preoccupied with over the past several months in my songwriting. Maybe I’ll start immersing myself in electronic music and composing on my laptop. I might finally pick up the guitar, or the piano, or some weird little instrument I come across in my travels in China next month. I’ve always had a soft spot for the accordion, although I’d have to consider the repercussions of inviting that many more bad jokes. Whatever happens, I’ll keep you updated on my adventures.

daybreak at Borobudur

Mumbai Shows & Press

// February 10th, 2010 // No Comments » // Music, News, Performances, Press

Just wanted to let you know about a couple performances happening this week in Bombay. Both are collaborations with incredibly talented artists.

First up, tonight I’ll be joining Ranjit Barot on stage at Blue Frog.

Friday, I’ll be performing with Indian fusion band Mithaavin as a part of the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival.

(Details on the SHOWS page)

The Bombay Elektrik Project gigs at Cafe Goa got some nice coverage in the blogosphere. Check out what folks had to say at desictritics, indiecision, and the Mumbai Mirror.

Gillian to perform for Bombay Elektrik Project Jan 20th

// January 18th, 2010 // No Comments » // Cool Stuff, Performances, Travel, Uncategorized

Very pleased to have been included in this event!

The Bombay Elektrik Project in association with UTV World Movies is hosting an evening of film and music at Cafe Goa in Bandra on Wednesday, January 20th.

Featuring performances by yours truly and Mumbai’s own Dischordian (nominated Most Promising Indie band of the Year by India’s leading indie-music blog, indiecision.com), followed by a screening of La Femme Nikita (yes, really), the night is sure to be an overload of awesome. And it’s free!

Come on the early side to enjoy Cafe Goa’s yummy food and martinis.

January 20: Mumbai, India
Bombay Elektrik Project & UTV World Movies present
Gillian Grassie & Dischordian
8:30 – 11:30 PM / FREE
Cafe Goa
Agnelo House
Off St. John de Baptist Road
near Mount Mary Steps
Bandra

Serpentine getting spins across the United States!

// December 22nd, 2009 // No Comments » // Cool Stuff, Music, News, Press

Thanks so much to the following AAA stations for giving Serpentine airtime:

KXCI Tucson AZ
KCMV Breckenridge CO
KDNK Carbondale CO
KVNF Paonia CO
WFIT Melbourne FL
KKCR Hanalei HI
KDEC Decorah IA
WFPK Louisville KY
WMKY Moorehead KY
WTMD Baltimore MD
MPBN Bangor ME
WERU E. Orland ME
WNTI Hackettstown NJ
Indie SF Santa Fe NM
WEXT Albany NY
WDST Woodstock NY
WCBE Columbus OH
WXPN Philadelphia PA (these guys have been backing me for years…Thanks XPN!)
WVIA Scranton PA
WETS Johnson City TN
KFAN Fredericksburg TX
KPFT Houston TX
WNRN Charlottesville VA
WRRW Williamsburg VA

Most of these are public radio stations, which means they operate at least in part via member support. Consider making a (typically tax-deductible) donation to help keep your local station up and running and bringing you independent music.

Thanks and happy holidays! (next up: a blog about Mumbai, finally…)

-Gillian

First German Review!

// November 27th, 2009 // 3 Comments » // Cool Stuff, Music, News, Performances, Travel

Many thanks to Das Consortium, the wonderful Musikkneipe in Hamburg/Harburg who hosted me for my last performance in Germany. It was a totally lovely evening playing for you all and I’m completely blown away by these very kind words from the venue:

“Diese Frau ist wirklich Megaklasse. Die Kombination aus filigran gespielter Harfe zu einer Stimme, die sich mit weltklass Stars vergleichen lässt, und einer Titelauswahl, die einem jeden Zuhörer den Mund vor Staunen offen stehen lässt. Musik zu Versinken in seinen schönsten und/oder auch emotional einfühlsamsten Gedanken. Brillant! Danke.”

Can’t wait until our paths cross again (and I promise I’ll have worked more on my German by then)…

Vielen Dank,

Gillian

Recording by the Black Forest

// October 21st, 2009 // 1 Comment » // Music, Travel

On Sunday night I returned to Mme Claude in Kreuzberg for their open stage and ran into Dorothea, a fantastic German singer-songwriter fresh out of the Jazz & Rock Schulen Freiburg – a contemporary music conservatory that has a popular exchange program with (and similar curriculum to) the Berklee College of Music in Boston. We got all fired up talking about the independent music scene in Germany and closed the bar at Mme Claude, met up the next night at another open stage, Arcanoa – where Doro wrote a new song upstairs in the smoking room on a borrowed guitar – and by Thursday I found myself rolling South on the highway with my harp for a weekend of recording at a studio in Freiburg where Doro’s been working on her debut EP.

Pippi!

We stayed with some old friends of Doro in this awesome student complex with a big mural of Pippi Longstocking on the front wall and an elaborate squatter camp next door, complete with organized art events, political demonstrations, and its own wash-your-dishes-and-it’s-free “Café,” where I had one of the best cups of Chai in my life (ask me again after India). Across the street was a very modern office building powered entirely by solar panels, which, fittingly, housed a group of dedicated environmental organizations. To say that this university town near the French border is preoccupied with saving the planet is an understatement; Freiburg has become one of the de facto capitals of the international Green movement. Environmental issues dominate the daily news in both print and radio, and the city elected Green Party member Dieter Salomon as their mayor. Bikes rule the streets and a short trip outside the city will lead you into the heart of the Black Forest (think Brothers Grimm).

the patio/balcony. a sign hangs above that reads 'Occupied' in German, and a large banner with a quote from Brecht hangs on the fence

I got to see a bit of the Black Forest in all its winter glory on a drive to a town an hour outside Freiburg where we rehearsed with Doro’s guitarist. As the road climbed up into the mountains we suddenly found ourselves pulling out of the thick clouds into a world of white, snow dusting the conifers and fallow fields and trapezoidal barn roofs. I had the best meal of the trip so far that evening, though it’s hard to say if it was the delicious food or the three bottles of wine or the new friends or the fact that whenever I looked outside I felt like I was living in a fairytale gingerbread land. Before we headed back to Freiburg to lay down some tracks, we took a drive out to see an old castle and stood along the banks of the Rhine River, looking across into the Swiss Alps (don’t worry, Watson, I didn’t cross the border!). The water had that gorgeous glacial glow, a sort of blue-green that seems somehow milky, like frosted sea-glass.

Schwein!

Growing up on a farm, animals –lots of them – have basically surrounded me all my life, and one of the few downers of this year of travel so far has been the critter-withdrawal I’ve been going through. So I was elated when Doro got a phone call from another old friend and asked me if I’d be interested in visiting a little farm nearby that afternoon. I think I was probably even more enthusiastic than the two year-old we were with about seeing the piglets, and the goats, and getting kisses from bulls (seriously, these were the sweetest, gentlest bulls I’ve ever met, a whole pen of affectionate Ferdinands).

the Koes in Normandy weren't into Knufflen, but the bulls in Freiburg were all about the kisses

If anyone can identify exactly what kind of pig this poor, unfortunate-looking dear is, I’d be very curious to know. We found two of these guys in a pen, with curled tusks, a big, bristled back, and kind of squashed, pug-like faces with a serious brow-bone.

poor dear, what are you?

Later that night, we went out to a performance by Lindsey Blount, a jazz singer who came over to Freiburg from the U.S. through the Berklee exchange. If you have a chance to see her perform in the U.S. (Philadelphia, I’m talking to you), you really must. She is a total treat.

doro laying down some piano in the studio

The trip to Freiburg finished with an inspiring day in the studio, tracking accordion, piano, and harp for Doro’s songs. I feel really grateful to have had the opportunity to collaborate with Doro, who writes beautiful, interesting, strong songs with both German and English lyrics. As soon as she finishes mixing down a few of the tracks and posts them online, I’ll put up a link here and you can listen for yourself. It was exhilarating to have the good fortune to meet such a cool artist and be able to take her up on such a wonderfully spontaneous offer – all within the span of a week! Serendipity has been on my side lately, and I hope it sticks around, because one of the most incredible things about the Watson Fellowship is that it has freed me to accept fantastic, last-minute opportunities like this one, and granted me a spirit of flexibility that I’m not sure I’ve ever enjoyed before.

setting up mics for the harp

Berlin has been extraordinary, in part, because, despite a long history, it’s still a very young city in many ways (November 9th will mark only the 20th anniversary since the fall of the Berlin Wall). There is an energy here of constant change and reinvention and opportunity; it’s a very creative atmosphere, and this combined with the fact that it’s still an affordable city to live in lends Berlin a gravitational pull for artists of all sorts. The general consensus is that the arts and music scene in Berlin now is comparable to that of New York City in the 1980s. But there is also a sense here that the moment is fleeting – how long will it be before Berlin’s housing market becomes gentrified and beyond the reach of low-income artists? Do we have five years? Ten? Once a city’s rent climbs past a certain point, the creative arts scene invariably changes; artists become less experimental and collaborative and more competitive, accepting the types of commissions and bookings (and day jobs) that pay the bills. The low-rent factor that helps permit Philadelphia’s music scene to be more community-oriented is one of the reasons I prefer it to New York’s.

But this acknowledgment that Berlin’s creative heyday is probably not indefinite lends its own sense of urgency and earnestness. Doro, and I, and the other artists I’ve met so far agree: it’s exciting to be here, now, at this age, in this moment.