“We slipped our canoes into the clear, warm waters that would be the object of our pursuit for the next several days. The jade green stream was calm and glassy here, and the boats swished their wakes so cleanly across the surface that the water seemed to crack with the intrusion. […] Spending long days sharing new adventures in spectacular surroundings had a way of bringing people together.”
Kuhne, C. (1952). Paddling Basics: Canoeing. Mechanichsburg, PA: Stackpole Books.
Slip Into Something More Comfortable.
Laconic post, rather more loquacious through music. The songs included in here embrace very diverse tonalities, yet all of them are intertwined through a slow tempo whirling across some kind of tribal, primal sound – one that reminds the blast of the paddles hitting the gunwale. You’ll find some weirdo live recordings of the canoeing experience itself, mellow voices and tender chords that will modulate your stroke against the wind. Summery and profound melodies to grip the paddle stronger and enjoy with your tandem of this primitive and very human adventure.
We start our journey from Saint Lawrence river, here in Montreal, and head west through the Great Lakes as the First Nations have been doing during centuries. Down the Pacific, we drift down to the Brazilian Amazonia, the stunning Rio de la Plata to recreate the old trade routes. Beats facing the harsh Atlantic Ocean, we’re sailing up to the North Sea and rowing slowly all along the watchtower in the Thames. We’re in the old continent now, we’re challenged by the Euro-omnipresent Rhine, the Flemish Mosa, the laconic Po, the wannabe Ebre and the Seine (to say one… French are lucky to have those many rivers who seem to stop all in Perpignan…). Just like water, we need music. Music brings us to smile, to burst into tears or helps refresh some of the milliards of memories we store while touring in this world.
Hope you enjoy the music.
List of Artists by Country
- Argentina – Chancha Via Circuito
- Belgium – Petite Noir
- Brazil – Os Cariocas
- Canada – Blue Hawaii (Montreal), Bob Moses, Jean Derome (QC), Neil Young
- Catalonia – Dr. Calypso
- Denmark – Jacob Bellens
- Finland – Jori Hulkkonen
- France – Jazz Liberatorz, Louise Attaque, Noir Désir, Pavane
- Germany – Coma, Digitalism, Frank Wiedemann (Howling), Oliver Koletzki, Radio Citizen
- Iceland – Emíliana Torrini (half Italian)
- Ireland – Mano Le Tough
- Italy – Iosonouncane
- Jamaica – Max Romeo
- UK – alt-J, Cut Copy, Douglas Dare, Gorillaz, Haelos, Hooverphonic, Kate Tempest, Kinobe, Pumarosa, Sohn, Still Corners, Talking Heads, The Clash
- USA – Adult Karate, Alice Coltrane, Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah (LA) , Baio, Friends (Brooklyn), Generationals, George McCrae, Jefferson Airplane, Kanye West, Madonna, Shuggie Otis (LA), Solange, Queens of the Stone Age, The Frightnrs (Queens, NY), The Neanderthals, Wye Oak
- Spain: Ghostly Enemies
- Switzerland: Len Sander
I feel the need to just quote these wonderful passages for this post. The words say it all.
“There is a feel of a paddle and the movement of a canoe, a magic compounded by distance, adventure, solitude and peace. The way of a canoe is the way of the widerness and of a freedom almost forgotten, the open door to waterways of ages past and a way of life with profound and abiding satisfactions.
[…] The woods are ready, and as the zero hour approaches, an even greater silence settles down over the north. There is a moment of suspense when the quiet can be felt, when it presses down on everything. Suddenly the air is white with drifting flakes, and the tension is gone. Down they come, settling on the leaves, into the crevices in bark, on the lichen-covered rocks, disintegrating immediately into more and more wetness. Then almost magically the ground is no longer brown, but speckled with white. Now there is an infinitesimal rustling as the flakes drift into the leaves and duff. Swiftly the whiteness spreads, then the earth is sealed and autumn is gone…The snow means a return to a world of order, peace and simplicity. Those first drifting flakes are a benediction and the day on which they come is different from any other in the year.
[…] It was there we saw the first haze of light green over the hills, the budding-out of the aspen. That was another reason for an early trip: to see those slopes in the ephemeral hours before they had begun to darken, while they were still misty and pastel. Grayish-white drifts of the large-toothed aspen and the rose of budding maple made poetry on every shore. One must be on time to see these things, for they do not wait.”
Olson, S. (1956). The Singing Wilderness (The Fesler-Lampert Minnesota Heritage Book Series). Univ Of Minnesota Press.