Mandawuy Yunupingu, leader and main songwriter for the Australian band Yothu Yindi died about a month ago at the very young age of 56. He was a powerful musical presence, and a highly respected cultural leader amongst indigenous Australians.
One obituary called him "a giant among his people." It goes on to say:
"Biographer Robert Hillman says Mr Yunupingu had a great sense of mission about his people.
"It
was part of his vision that music could become a political agent in
making broad mainstream Australia more aware of the rich Indigenous
culture of his people."
Mandawuy Yunupingu
Bill Laswell and I had the great honor to work with him and Yothu Yindi at the beginning of 1993 in Sydney, Australia. The pressure around Mandawuy was intense at the time. He had just been named Australian of the Year for 1992. This had triggered a wave of racist invective directed against him. A popular, Rush Limbaugh-like radio mouthpiece led the charge saying that the only reason he had received this accolade was because he was black. Protesters demonstrated against him. I remember seeing some footage of them on the news. All this was going on as Yothu Yindi started recording a new album.
Mandawuy seemed noticeably affected by this racist nonsense yet it didn't slow down his drive to document their new music. He had a core strength of being that didn't waver from his purpose. He also knew magic.
Early in the project Yunupingu placed a circular, orange and white ritualistic headband on the top center of the mixing console and said, "this will give it some magic. Later, I asked him the significance of this talisman. He said it was "Baywara," and emphatically stated, " This is my Mother. She is the most powerful one ever. I am the child and she is the Mother."
In the Yolngu language Yothu = child, Yindi = mother.
Mandawuy also called Bill "Baywara" and said that he was the "Man from Nothing."
One of the songs we recorded was called
Baywara with lyrics such as
:Maker of the land
Maker of the song
Maker of the constitution...
Lightning she spoke
The power of one
Into the sea
Where the splinters fell
Her mind at its best
She did create
Baywara BaywaraMy initial experience with indigenous Australians took place on a trip there a few months earlier. Bill brought me down there to help with some remixes for the band Icehouse. They also recut a new version of their hit song
Love in Motion as a duet with Icehouse lead singer Iva Davies and Christina Amphlett of the Divinyls. We worked at the EMI studio in Sydney.
At that time, normally Autumn of 1992, but down there it was Spring, Yothu Yindi was at the top of the pop charts. They were the first to incorporate and blend traditional indigenous music with Anglo pop music forms. It went over very big. That inspired Iva Davies to use that sound on the remix of their signature song
Great Southern Land.
Unfortunately, Davies didn't know any native Australians who played traditional music. Someone had the idea to go to one of their settlements, areas that were exclusive to the Indigenous. These reminded me of Native American reservations. These settlements required a government permit to visit that normally took months to obtain, however, Davies was able to circumvent the red tape. He acquired our permission to visit in a few days.
I assembled a portable recording rig to take into the Outback basically consisting of the same gear I brought to Morocco to record the Master Musicians of Jajouka except we didn't bring a generator.
Laswell, Davies, and I took a commercial flight up to Darwin, the most northerly city in Australia with a short stop to refuel in the centrally located Alice Springs . We spent the night in Darwin. The next morning we loaded our gear onto a small, 4 seat propeller plane and flew to the Galiwin'ku native settlement on Elko Island. We were told that the only way in or out was by plane.
An official looking 4 wheel drive Land Rover station wagon picked us up at the landing strip and drove us to an empty house in the community where we would spend the night. The settlement seemed very surreal, like something out of a Jodorosky film. The most anomalous aspect was its resemblance to an inner city slum yet surrounded by beautiful countryside and wilderness. It also reminded me of the Old West.
The heat was intense. So hot it seemed to make time slow down and crawl by. There was one all purpose general store, relatively large, about the size of a supermarket. It didn't have regular hours but there was a rumor that it would open at 1pm. At 1, people started gathering outside and waited until it finally did open at about 2:30. Though the store was large, many of the shelves were bare or only had a few items.
We walked around the community looking for some musicians to connect with but without success. That night a group of musicians showed up at our house and said they had some songs for us to hear. I quickly set up some mics and the recording equipment. They played about 5 or 6 original pieces. The multi-track recordings turned out fine, but Bill didn't find any of the music suitable for what we were doing except for solo didjeridoo playing which we used extensively. I ended up putting one of their songs,
Marralyil, in a collection of ambient recordings,
All Around the World. We didn't get their names so I was only able to credit the place, Elko Island.
The house we stayed in was completely empty except for a kitchen table, a few chairs for it, and a fridge. Bill and I slept on floor that night. Iva Davies slept on the table.
We left early the next day. It was a long way to go to get some didjeridoo samples but quite worth the adventure, in my opinion. Flying back in the prop plane we spied some kangaroos running about their natural habitat.
A few months later, back in New York, Bill got a call from Yothu Yindi's Australian label, Mushroom Records, asking for his help with producing their next album.
It often seems that when something positive tries to manifest itself that it gets met with a great deal of resistance or opposition. I ascribe this to Gurdjieff's Law of Three, the idea that all phenomena contains a mixture of three forces; affirming, denying and reconciling. This compares with Ohm's Law in electronics which states that every electrical circuit has current, resistance, and voltage ( the electrical potential of current multiplied by resistance.)
This Yothu Yindi project became a classic case of something very positive trying to come into existence against all kinds of resistance. Eventually the resistance won, but not on our watch. I'll explain later.
To start with, uncertain financial concerns with the label nearly scuttled the mission before it began. It still wasn't resolved the day of my flight to Australia. Two hours before I needed to leave for the airport the call from Bill's office came through that the trip was on. I was confident that it was going to happen and Bill must have been too as he had gone down a few days earlier to work with Mandawuy in his home in the Outback.
The flight from New York to Sydney, Australia incurs the worst jet lag I've ever experienced. Also, my bio-chemistry had been sensitized by shamanic experiments I'd been doing with the floatation tank that week. This made my first day there physically and metaphysically quite uncomfortable and disorientating. I felt like I'd been beamed down to another planet like in Star Trek only my body didn't fully materialize. My consciousness seemed partly there and partly scattered through vast regions of space. Fortunately, I had a couple of days to recover before Bill arrived from the Outback.
We were booked to work at EMI's Studio 301 again, the longest running recording studio in the southern hemisphere, established in 1926. We also stayed at the same hotel as before, The Southern Cross - coincidentally the name of a favorite chapter from Crowley's
Book of Lies. I had recently purchased
The Equinox, Crowley's ten volume periodical publication that held all varieties of occult wisdom. I brought Volume I with me and spent my time waiting for Bill reading
John St. John, a record of Crowley's "Great Magical Retirement" in Paris. One point of that essay showed that a person could do intense magical work while still living a normal and social outward life.
Consequently, I decided to visualize and invoke the godform Mercury as much as possible during this period of recording Yothu Yindi. The primary prayer I used was the Invocation of Mercury from Crowley's
Rites of Eleusis. Mercury functions as the god of communication among other things.
A rationale for working in this way is shown by Lon Milo Duquette in his book,
Angels, Demons & Gods of the New Millenium:
"For the ceremonial magician, each god can provide a subjective and easy-to-visualize image of a specific aspect of his or her own complex psycho-spiritual nature. To enter into a working relationship with a god (invocation, evocation, exaltation, prayer, etc.) is to contact, activate, assimilate, or direct the particular facet of one's own being personified by the god."
This unique combination of working with magick, Indigenous Australians, Bill Laswell and being in Australia made this one of the most remarkable and life-changing recording trips that I'd ever been through. I felt peculiarly energized. I didn't slept more than 3-4 hours a night the whole two weeks we were there.
All the indigenous Australians I got to know - what I used to call "Aborigines" before learning they consider this appellation vulgar and degrading - seemed to have great depth of being; a remarkable presence that hinted at access to whole realms of nonordinary, shamanic knowledge, Similar to many Africans I've met but in a different, more expansive way. Directly plugged in to what William Burroughs called 'the magical Universe.'
Here I'm attempting to describe the undescribeable, to eff the ineffable regarding my impressions of contact with this ancient culture. According to DNA evidence they descend from the first humans to leave Africa. Archaeological evidence places them in Australia 50,000 years ago.
Working with Gurdjieffian Fourth Way material over the years has given me an appreciation for the difference between "personality" and "essence," or between the superficial and the real. Most of us programmed with the socio-cultural values of the West operate primarily out of personality. One of the agendas of the Fourth Way, as I see it, seeks to quiet the personality down enough through various practices so that the deeper perception and wisdom of our real self, our true self can come through.
For the Yolgnu, it appeared exactly the opposite. They seemed already naturally there, coming from a place of being, consciously connected to their deepest essence. Yet they seemed to be trying to fit into the world of personality, to acceptably blend in with the dominant Anglo social conventions. Mostly they did this by drinking a lot of beer.
This caused me to reconsider several ideas I had regarding Gurdjieff''s work. These Yolgnu musicians were already there. They obviously hadn't done elaborate exercises of self-observation and self-remembering or practiced any other Fourth Way psychological techniques to manifest their powerful state of being. I attributed it to their natural cultural upbringing. They hadn't been corrupted by modern education or media brainwashing. However, this seemed to result in a certain kind of discomfort for them.
My initial conclusion jumped to: Fourth Way exercises appear a sort of con. Then I recalled a rumor that Gurdjieff's primary mission involved introducing certain music to the West. The psychological system he introduced seemed deliberately designed to appeal to and attract the Western mind with it's strong emphasis and faith in intellectual ideas. The Fourth Way system didn't seem necessary or relevant to this ancient culture strongly connected to its roots.
Bill encouraged the Yolgnu to bring artifacts, ritual items, and mementos from their culture into the studio to give it "vibe" ie to make the environment invocationally resonant. They didn't disappoint. The whole studio transformed into a shamanically conducive, nonreligious temple or holy ground of sorts. They brought two banners about 15' long and 4' high and hung them high on the walls of the control room, one on each side parallel with the mixing desk. The banners were covered with indigenous traditional artwork.
After working about ten hours, I would look up at this art and it would appear pulsating and breathing with life. It got a bit unnerving at times as I would feel surrounded by nonhuman, interdimensional life forms that seemed much bigger and more vast in scope than anything I was familiar with. Like stepping in or having a direct view of what Carlos Castaneda calls the
Nagual - an observable realm outside known reality.
TO BE CONTINUED ...
