A Little More Re- In The Mix, Please
Let's face it. For most people who buy this remixed collection of
collaborations between Qawwali singer Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
(Qawwali is the devotional
music of the Sufis, the mystics of Islam) and Canadian producer
Michael Brook,
Khan
is something of a novelty act, in the same way that Yma
Sumac (a singer from Peru who sang exotic versions of Incan and
South American folk
songs in America during the 1950s), Fela (Fela Anikulapo Kuti
was a Nigerian singer-
composer, trumpet, sax and keyboard player and political activist
who died last year) and even Enya are. I
haven't the slightest idea what Khan is saying, but it doesn't really
matter because it's the
feeling being conveyed that's important. (I mean, if
comprehensibility
were a prerequisite for musical appreciation, there would be no
audience
for people such as the Germs, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Kingsmen and
Yoko Ono.)
Even though I don't have a clue what
Khan is singing about, I don't think it's anything close to
sacrilege to add a few dope beats and sly samples to the mix.
And anyway, it's not like the producers of this compilation handed
Khan's songs
over to Puff Daddy or to some Miami Bass producer -- although at
times I wish they had
(I'll explain why later). And for the most part, the music on this
album has been kept
"in the family" by featuring Indian
stars of the current, culture-clash English dance scene:
Joi (no, not the American R&B singer), Talvin Singh, Black Star
Liner, Asian Dub Foundation and a few others.
Although most of these artists were raised in England and have
probably
given their parents headaches by pissing over and mixing up
elements of
traditional Indian music, they do manage to remain connected with
the musical cultures
of their ancestors. In the process, the tensions uncovered --
between old and
new, conservative and radical, and polite and rowdy --
make the music exciting.
Because I view all this mixin' up and tearing the roof off the
mother-sucker
as a good thing, it should come as no surprise that my problem
with Star
Rise is that sometimes these artists are a little too
reverent. They
don't wanna blow shit up, they just want to "recontextualize." The
Talvin Singh remix of "My Heart, My Life" is a perfect example --
Singh adds a tasteful,
stuttering drum-loop beneath a
descending melody line and various unobtrusive sounds, all of
which
highlight Khan's voice. As the song goes on, the drums intensify
slightly, but never
enough to shift the focus away from Khan's beautiful
singing. While the result might cause some Indian priest to jump
off a
cliff, I get the feeling it wouldn't have made Khan
squirm, let alone dance. Not that I claim to be his official
biographer or anything, but I do get the feeling that he gave the
green light
to this remix collection partly because it would allow a younger
generation to appreciate the
joy in his music.
There is some great stuff on here too. The Asian Dub
Foundation's remix of "Taa Deem,"
for example, makes
me want to party like it's 1999 -- or at least get drunk, dance and
pretend
it's 1999. Built on a typical dub bassline that goes boom
(pause) boom (pause) boom (pause) duh-duh-duh-duh, the Asian
Dub fellas
also throw in a few herky-jerky, drum-n-bass, spazz-out
percussion loops for
extra spice. In a true sign of remix production genius, "Taa Deem"
sounds
like Khan recorded his vocals explicitly for this low-riding
instrumental
track. During what has been refashioned into a chorus, Khan
sounds like
he's gettin' down and singing a Qawwali approximation of "doo-
wah-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-day" (I swear).
But during too much of this CD, I wished they had hired Puff Daddy
to
take the pristine and artful soundscapes that mark, for instance,
State of
Bengal's remix of "Shadow," and turn them into a ridiculously
overblown
remake of Andy Gibb's "Shadow Dancing" -- complete with Khan
rhythmically
chanting in the background. OK, so I might not want this to
actually
happen. (Although who knows -- maybe I do.) In the end, I guess I
just want a little less
respect and a little more throwin' TVs through hotel room windows
-- or the
sonic equivalent thereof.