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Federspiel - Wolperting
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Federspiel
Wolperting

01
Da wo's beginnt 02:55 Share
02
Tau 05:05 Share
03
Eventyret om Fossegrimen Part I, Overnaturlig Vesen 03:41 Share
04
Eventyret om Fossegrimen Part II, Huldefossen 04:47 Share
05
Rosenhang 05:20 Share
06
El Buscapiés 05:14 Share
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S. E. A. L. 08:28 Share
08
The Breath of Connections 05:46 Share
09
Xochipitzahuatl 04:39 Share
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Die drei Briada 01:54 Share
Total Time 47:49
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Editor’s Note

Hares with wings, squirrels with duck beaks, snakes with bird’s heads...these hybrid, fabulous beings, origins ever shrouded in mystery, exist in many places. In the mountains between Switzerland and France, they were known as dahu; Australian aborigines would watch the bunyip; and in Bavaria and neighbouring Austria, there is the wolpertinger.

The marvellous musicians of Federspiel record the location of Wolperting for the first time on their richly-coloured musical map. On their fifth album this place, somewhere in the realms of fantasy, becomes a musical world stage, simply teeming with preternatural life. Mexican melodies ring out, choral serenades are sung. Devilish dancers appear. And a simple glance out of the window turns into a story which lasts a lifetime.
Lineup

Frédéric Alvarado-Dupuy, clarinet, composition
Simon Zöchbauer, trumpet, flugelhorn, piccolo trumpet, vocals, composition
Philip Haas, trumpet, flugelhorn
Ayac Iuan Jiménez Salvador, trumpet, flugelhorn, electronics, vocals
Matthias Werner, trombone, vocals, composition
Thomas Winalek, trombone, bass trumpet
Roland Eitzinger, tuba

Joachim Murnig, marimbaphone (track 3), vibraphone (track 3, 4)
choir, vocals (track 9)
First Listener’s Note

Hare with Horn - A Joyful Homage
By Theodora Bauer

1.
A blanket of clouds, punctured by pockets of blue. Not a glaring white, but oppressive. Powerful weather, somewhere behind the clouds. The great silence is amplified in my ear. A single intake of breath away. Anticipation.

I had associated brass music with something else, a folksy din echoing up from the valley during rehearsals for the local fire brigade festival. A noise whose evening counterpart is the tireless parping of traditional German pop music, filling the broad halls of the festival tent after the brass band with its tears-and-sweat scented sounds. Both best enjoyed in a state of drunkenness.

I have learnt otherwise.

2.
Ants are climbing over me. Flowers poke their umbels laden with white pollen into my nose. A gentle wobble, the wind a friendly gesture between the grasses. The world is blurred from this perspective, a many-forked green, very near to the ground, in my eyes. The dull sun presses against me. I feel its good-natured force. It could behave differently if it wanted to. But it doesn’t want to, not yet.

A Dalmatian-coloured butterfly folds and unfolds its wings time and again above me, gently swaying, dotted with spots. I feel a pressure in my back, against my lungs: little elevations, the ground is nature. Two birds screech tinny-sounding scurrilities to each other over the garden, aeroplanes which take off and land, their engines high above in noise mode, down and in place, rotating. The earthy buzzing of insects near to my ear. In between is the music, which absorbs everything: a meadow symphony, different each time, new and beautiful each time.

I hear singing, voices which I like very much. I have the feeling that the people whose voices these are like each other. Their silence is a friendly one, which accepts me, too. I can walk completely freely through the songs, they leave space for me and my thoughts. The meadow, which is another one, finds as good a place between the sounds as if it had been written in from the very beginning: as if they had also imagined just such a meadow when, thinking of meadows, they sang into the darkness of the microphone in the closed recording studio.

3.
I hear Orff. 80s synthesizer pop music. The Smurfs. Peter and the Wolf. Star Wars. Requiem, Mozart. I hear everything there is to hear. Nie sollst du mich befragen (you must never ask me); what can I write about music then, without polishing it and the impression it makes with my words, adapting it to a word- appropriate reality? I, who shape the words according to my desires and press the world into a form that behaves according to the words –

I think of Hollywood in the mountains, Wicked, just a couple of sounds, then it’s faded away again. A folk song which comes in with an obvious innocence. They sing and play as if it were the same thing, as if one form of expression is as appropriate as the other. The essential is elsewhere.

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About

Since its creation in 2004, Federspiel has continued to mature musically, developing – initially out of consideration for the only woodwind instrument of the ensemble – a transparent tonal language far more complex in its sounds than many other brass bands. As an artistic heavyweight with a repertoire of feather-light compositions, the ensemble has long since played on well-known stages, including the Goldener Saal of the Musikverein Wien, the Berliner Philharmonie, the Elbphilharmonie Hamburg, the Vancouver Island MusicFest and Stanford University. Pioneering in spirit and yet always full of respect, Federspiel moves through traditional realms, weaving together echoes of Hungarian or Mexican musical traditions with Alpine selections, percussive styles of playing with electronic sounds, to create something new – contemporary music which is as reverent in its acknowledgement of its past as it is bold in its embrace of the future.
Federspiel goes US - Da wo’s beginnt
Credits: Music: Frédéric Alvarado-Dupuy, Sound: Christoph Burgstaller, Camera: Ryan Truettner, Editing: Emée Soulcié
Artists’ Notes

Federspiel About Wolperting

01 Da wo’s beginnt
Special stories begin in special settings – whether that’s the Wolperting world of fables or the Bündner Alps. Those few stories which really shape and influence us, which reveal previously unknown sides of ourselves, which stay with us all our lives. Da wo’s beginnt is an overture to just such a story. (FAD)

02 Tau
Vienna before the hot summer days. The city sleeps longer and more heavily than normal. Before the first rays of sun, a cool breeze draws slowly over the rooftops, the final freshness before the coming heat of the day. In this short period of peace, the attempt to breathe in this pure earliness and keep hold of it. (MW)

03 Eventyret om Fossegrimen Part I, Overnaturlig Vesen
Gnarled fingers and long, woody legs; a head covered with leaves, a coat braided from wind and water, and in his hand, a fiddle. This image of the human-like and fantastic Fossegrim truly etched itself into my mind as I was composing this piece. According to the legend, this ’overnaturlig vesen’ or supernatural being lived in a waterfall in Norway, and is known in Scandinavian mythology as very good-natured and extremely musical. If a sacrifice is offered to him, he will teach people how to play strings. (MW)

04 Eventyret om Fossegrimen Part II, Huldefossen
A captivating waterfall runs through a glorious stretch of country near the Norwegian town of Førde: the Huldefossen. It is the home of the Fossegrim. On the Federspiel summer tour through Scandinavia in 2016, we could take in the magical surroundings in the ice-cold pool under the waterfall – an overflowing wellspring of inspiration! A fairy tale arose about the essence of nature and of music. (MW)

05 Rosenhang
This piece was created in the study of my new home in Vienna’s Rosenhang quarter, which is surrounded by nature in abundance. The feeling of gaining spatial freedom after such a long time triggered emotions of warmth and safety in me, as well as the sentimentality of the event itself. The piece is dedicated to the place: the house, the square, everything that is here and which I can see when I look out of the window of my room. (SZ)

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