Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, The Supreme Collection Volume 1,
1. Présentation de l'album
2. Chansons du CD
1. Présentation de l'album :
Cette compilation est parut le 26 août 1997.
Le Cd est dédié à la mémoire de Jeff. Voici les liner notes du livret :
"The first time I heard the voice of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan was in Harlem ,
1990 . My roommate and I stood there , blasting it in his room . We were all
awash in the thick undulating tide of dark punjabi tabla rhythms , spiked
with synchroniezd handclaps booming from above and below in hard , perfect
time . I heard the clarion call of harmoniums dancing the antique melody
around like giant , singing wooden spiders . Then , all of a sudden , the
rising of one , then ten voices hovering over the tonic like a flock of
geese ascending into formation across the sky . The n came the voice of
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan . Part Buddha , part demon , part mad angel ... his
voice is velvet fire , simply incomparable . Nusrat's blending of classical
improvisations to the art of Qawwali , combined with his out and out
daredevil style and his sensitivity , outs him in a category all his own ,
above all others in his field . His every enunciation went sraight into me .
I knew not one word of Urdu , and somehow it still hooked me into the story
that he weaved with his wordless voice . I remember my senses fully froze in
order to feel melody after melody crash upon each other in waves of
improvisation ; with each line being repeated by the men in chorus ,
restated again by the main soloists , and then Nusrat setting the whole
bloody thing aflame with his rapid-fire scatting , turning classical Indian
Solfeggio ( Sa , Re , Gha , Ma , Pa , Dha , Ni ) into a chaotic/manic
birdsong . The phrase burst into a climax somewhere , with Nusrat's upper
register painting a melody that made my heart long to fly . The piece went
on for fifteen minutes . I ate my heart out . My roommate just looked at me
knowingly , muttering , "Nus-rat ...Fa-teh...A-li...Khaaan" , like he had
just scored the wine of the century . I felt a rush of adrenaline in my
chest , like I was on the edge of a cliff , wondering when I would jump and
how well the ocean would catch me : two questions that would never be
answered until I experienced the first leap . That is the sensation and the
character of Qawwali music , the music of the Sufis , as best I can describe
it . In between the world of the flesh and the world of the spirit is the
void . The Qawwali is the messenger who leaps empty-handed into the abyss
and returns carrying messages of love form the Beloved ( Allah ) . These
messages have no words , per se , but at the high point of a Qawwali
performance , they come in bursts of light into the hearts and minds of
members of the audience . Of course , by that time the whole house in either
hanging from the rafters , or dancing . This is called Marifat , the inner
knowledge , and it is in the aim of the Qawwali tradition to bring the
listener into this state ; first through the beauty of the poetry and the
weight of its meaning ; then , eventually , through the Qawwali's use of
repetition ; repeating key phrases of the poem until the meaning has melted
away to reveal the true form to the listener . I've seen Nusrat and his
party repeatedly melt New Yorkers into human beings . At times I've seen him
in such deep states of trance while singing that I am sure that the world
does not exist for him any longer . The effect it has is gorgeous . These
men do not play music , they are music itself ."
Jeff Buckley,
New York,
1997
2. Chansons du CD :
CD1 :
01. 18:29 Tum Agar Yuhi Nazren
02. 17:42 Mazaa Aa Gaya
03. 19:06 Mast Aankon Ki Kasam
04. 18:04 Likh Diya Dar Pe Kisi Ne
Durée Totale : 73:21
CD2 :
01. 26:17 Aag Daman Mein Lag Jai
02. 12:54 Mulaqat Ho Gaye
03. 19:42 Aaj Koi Baat Ho Gaye
04. 16:38 False Gul Hai
Durée Totale : 75:31