dad and I

Dad and I. My swedish dad is something of a spirit, I think he comes from somewhere further away than the stars. We used to have little travels together, Valencia, Palestine, İstanbul. One day perhaps a cycle trip through Iran. We created a world together, him and I, an experimental music project named Generationer. Generations by Hultmark&Hultmark. We rehearsed intensively for four days in a half derelict castle, Brancepeth Castle in Durham. It was October and bitterly cold. In woolen hats and socks we traipsed amongst snake nests of wires, pedals, bells, keyboard, soprano trombone, Brian Nisbet’s poetry (and words of our own), tears (mine), computers and a bassoon and trumpet somewhere beneath it all too. I had a wing of the castle to myself which included a number of beds and a heated blanket. An enormous cavernous ceiling and endless potential nightmares. Except I slept well there and only one room, my own practice room dated 1100 and something, felt odd. My dad felt it too and I didn’t stay in there after dark. Mornings were flooded by light. Our creation and performance in Stockholm was perhaps my proudest and freest moment. A few weeks ago as I lay on the floor of my room to relieve my back and dad was on the bed, under my fairy net, we discussed how to bring our creation to London. Perhaps me in my crazy Metamorphosis dress, halting traffic in support of Extinction Rebellion whilst blasting out strange electric bassoon sounds through my portable speaker. Dad knocking sense into Boris Johnson outside Downing Street by means of his soprano trombone. One of our dreams is to perform our creation at Wilton’s Music Hall in Grace’s Alley. This little house of magic creaks of wonder, its wooden floors and beams speak rhythm and secrets. Its renovated imperfection, as if there is still a possibility to get lost and never found. I love it. Dad took me to see it before I had moved to London from Sweden. The place is completely him, his music and nature. He performed there with Notes Inegales I think. So how on earth do we get our gig there? I want to touch spirits with our piece, with my crazy instrument, our crazy concept and all the improbable wonder we can make.