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The Odradek Camerata

About Me

Some claim that it is a Slavic word, and attempt to account for it in this fashion. Others conjecture a malcontented inventor of artificial diamonds forced underground by the attentions of a criminal gang. A few dreamers would like to believe that it is a magical orchestra where anything can happen. The truth could hardly be more mundane. We, the Camerata, are a collegial bunch of musicians, theorists, goliards, retired monographers, instrument collectors and enthusiastic amateurs who (not unwilling to travel far afield for it) have musical adventures which, from time to time, we wish to present to the public, though we ourselves prefer to remain faceless to the world. Our regular salons, special expeditions, chance meetings in public and even certain tarryings in the orangery have resulted in the recordings---some well-know, others yet to be released. As for other products of our convivia, well, future years shall tell.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 07/06/2007
Band Website: http://members.fortunecity.com/odradek5/
Band Members:
Influences: Dr. Michael Greenhough, the great ancient civilizations and the gold they sunk in the hold of scholarship, Rameau, Raymond Roussel, Hals Rammel and Russell, Partch, the yodeling Pygmies of the Baka forest, the royal courts of Cambodia, Afghanistan, &c., &c., shadowplay, Ivo & co. (Dead Can Dance, Cocteau Twins, This Mortal Coil), Mike Alway & co., anything that runs on neon tubes, Gesualdo, kacapi suling, the morning seabirds flying in from Tiger Bay, pinpeat, Experimental Musical Instruments, the plenum of light that fills the Chicago air on winter nights, Xenharmonikôn, Robert Hope-Jones, Gavin Friday, The Just Intonation Network, sitting in a remote teahouse all day, keroncong, gazing into the wine-dark sea where Xerxes ordered the waters lashed though my heart was bleeding away, dusk-to-dawn spook shows, Jalsaghar (Satyajit Ray, 1958) and the pan-Asian all-night concert tradition, &c., .&c. Don't let's go on---there are too many.
Sounds Like: A heart breaking, once, long ago; The first dawn chorus to a baby born at midnight; A blimp floating peacefully and signaling only as a matter of form.
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

The luscious, baleful keening

The luscious, baleful keening of the tibia clausulae asking, "why?, why?" has haunted our ears.  Nor have we shunned to ask why.  Why was our playing instinctively modal and why did it slip ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:20:00 GMT

Who we would like to meet

We would like to meet a Java programmer who would like to work on a musical project.  If that sounds interesting to you then, by all means, contact us.You probably expected us to say, "someone li...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 19:53:00 GMT

The thing in the basement

We found the thing in the basement of a disused theater somewhere in the Great Lakes region (we're not willing to be more specific until we can secure its future preservation). Alerted to its presenc...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 01:03:00 GMT