Tracklist
1 | Es ist an der Zeit | 1:21 | |
2 | Hinfort | 0:57 | |
3 | Unbemerkt hinein | 1:17 | |
4 | Für immer verbunden | 1:01 | |
5 | Schon wieder erleuchtet | 1:14 | |
6 | Nutzlose Ratschläge | 1:14 | |
7 | Lass mich schlafen | 1:07 | |
8 | Stille Nacht | 1:06 | |
9 | Lieber nicht | 1:08 | |
10 | Mach die Augen zu | 1:02 | |
11 | Verdrehter Kopf | 0:49 | |
12 | Berauscht | 1:10 | |
13 | Finger im Wind | 1:03 | |
14 | Taumel | 1:08 | |
15 | Stets weiter | 0:52 | |
16 | Glück im Traum | 1:14 | |
17 | Abgetrieben (Reprise) | 1:07 | |
18 | Wieder verdrängt | 0:40 | |
19 | Das Geheimnis des Klosters | 1:20 | |
20 | Das verschwundene Kind | 1:10 | |
21 | Unter der Decke | 1:38 | |
22 | Zurück | 1:12 | |
23 | Verstimmt | 1:06 | |
24 | In der Grotte | 1:27 | |
25 | Labbrige Hostie | 1:01 | |
26 | In Begleitung | 0:51 | |
27 | Hinten im Eck | 1:09 | |
28 | Zeit mit dir | 1:15 | |
29 | Über den Dächern | 1:00 | |
30 | Bitte bleib | 1:18 | |
31 | Draußen ist's kalt | 1:09 | |
32 | Lauf der Wasserader | 1:17 | |
33 | Kleiner Abschied | 1:04 | |
34 | Einen Augenblick lang | 0:29 |
Johannes Schebler's musical output is all about establishing a dreamlike territory where sonic settlements can spread at ease. While Grykë Pyje (Johannes Schebler's duo with Jani Hirvonen) presents musical landscapes as open and clear spaces, Baldruin's miniature pieces tend to narrow them down, zooming into domestic sceneries that shift like malleable rooms inside a magic building. These are the quarters where the inhabitants of Schebler's musical world are configured.
Rendered in a tender manner, the tunes in Kleine Freuden (in English: small joys) unfold like a collection of fairy tales and bedtime stories. Fables and lullabies performed in whispering tones seem to carry us through a child's dream where images blend into each other. Compact, yet gauzy and free flowing melodies gather up revealing an ensemble of households where fanciful entities play care freely, leading us along their musical maze. The music is placid, childlike and playful. It wanders around in unwavering estrangement, organizing an unprecedented and intimate space as seen from a bird's eye view.
In the landscape of a bedroom where the night lamp is the sun, we take part in a lively journey, as wonder is warrant and keeper of a warm and pristine environment. Perspective shifts as we rise from bed sheet folds that turn into fragile mountain ranges. We crawl behind furniture and take shelter in secret hideouts while dust falls upon us like a blizzard. Transfiguring notions of scale and time, we are left wondering how long have we been here, wondering if music is the only true measurement of time.