Kel (Come North) (v2)

# **Kel (Come North)** [Hypnotic psychedelic ritual rock • kraut-inspired motorik groove • free-jazz improvisation • cinematic tribal textures • evolving ensemble performance • no conventional verse-chorus structure • voices are percussion as much as melody • fearless improvisation • English, Russian, a few Yakut words • cross-language rhymes • every repetition subtly mutates • voices overlap freely • bird calls, throat singing, laughter, whistles, breaths, tongue clicks, invented phonetics throughout • warm analog tape atmosphere.] [Begin almost in silence. Wind. Ravens. Jaw harp. Voices emerge from different directions. No obvious pulse.] Khrrr... aya... hey... Datta-didi-doo... dobba-da-boom... Whiii... taka-taka... hoo... Кэл... Кэл... Приезжай ко мне... Come... with... **me**... [Hypnotic bass enters. Loose jazz drums. Lead sings around the groove while other voices interrupt with rhythmic vocalizations.] Come where the black birds fly so **free**, Приезжай ко **мне**... Come... with... **me**... Dobba-dat... hey!... taka-doo... Don't ask why... Just let it **be**. Кэл... Come with **me**. Khrrr... aya... trrr... [Every repetition changes slightly. Bird calls answer the singer. The groove never repeats exactly.] One white river. Dubi-dubi-doo... One old pine. Кэл... мин дойдум... I'll **guide you**. Taka... boop... hey! One cold morning. наш... твой... mine... Snow will cover every sign. [Voices gather into a loose circle. Call-and-response becomes playful and slightly chaotic.] Кэл... Don't **tell**. Datta! Кэл... Hear the bell. Khrrr... hoo... Кэл... The old wind will know us **well**. Кэл... We'll break the spell. Aya-ya... dobba-doo... [Everyone laughs.] пляж.... Ты сгорел... Rush... Не успел... Ha! The North will heal... Not a big deal... Кэл... Come where north winds blow. Crow!... Quack!... Whistle... [The groove widens naturally. Female voice leaps upward. Deep throat drones answer below. Let the ensemble surprise itself.] Aya... hey... hoo... One drum. Datta-datta... Two hearts. Three fires burning... **higher**... Новая игра... Khrrr... trrr... boop... Circle after circle. Higher... high... [Language slowly becomes rhythm. New syllables appear naturally. Voices interrupt one another.] Touch the **sky**... Мне дай... Aaaaaah... Only ravens will know why. Ты со мной... Don't say goodbye. Кэл... We'll learn to fly. Didi-doo... ya-ha... Кэл... Tell... Кэл... Spell... Ring the bell... Datta-didi... dobba-boom... River... Shiver... Fire... Higher... Aya... hey... hoo... Come with **me**... Приезжай ко **мне**... I will show... Хорошо... Touch the **sky**... Fly high... Давай... [Nothing resolves. Keep the groove alive. Voices become another percussion section. Continue mutating until only wind, birds, breath, tape hiss and distant throat drones remain.] Datta-didi-doo... Dobba-da-boom... Taka-hey... Khrrr... Кэл... Dubi-dubi-da... Кэл... Ta-ka-ta-ka... Hoo... Кэл... Dobba... ya-ha... Приезжай ко мне... Come... with... **me**... Aya-ya-ya... Кэл... Hoooo...