Sufjan Stevens e il suo disco-gioiello dedicato alla madre. Toccante e bellissimo

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“With this record, I needed to extract myself out of this environment of make-believe, It’s something that was necessary for me to do in the wake of my mother’s death—to pursue a sense of peace and serenity in spite of suffering. It’s not really trying to say anything new, or prove anything, or innovate. It feels artless, which is a good thing. This is not my art project; this is my life.”
(tratto da questa intervista concessa a Pitchfork)

Il nuovo disco di Sufjan Stevens, Carrie e Lowell, è dedicato alla memoria della madre (Carrie) morta nel 2012 e a Lowell, il patrigno, grazie al quale Sufjan è rimasto in contatto con la madre, che si era allontanata quando Sufjan era bambino, in una dolorosa deriva dovuta all’alcolismo e alla schizofrenia.

E’ un lavoro intimo, dolce, delicato. Sufjan attinge a un periodo della sua infanzia in cui trascorreva le vacanze con la mamma e il patrigno e dichiara esplicitamente, nell’intervista citata prima, che lo scopo del disco era trovare la pace e la serenità e superare il dolore. Un artista eccentrico e iperdotato, mai banale, sempre rivolto verso gli abissi interiori. Riprendo dall’intervista a Pitchfork questo passaggio toccante. Disturbante. Che racconta drammi che ci sfiorano, qualche volta, per strada, di cui non ci accorgiamo.

She left when I was 1, so I have no memory of her and my father being married. She just wandered off. She felt that she wasn’t equipped to raise us, so she gave us to our father. It wasn’t until I was 5 that Carrie married Lowell. He worked in a bookstore in Eugene, Oregon, and we spent three summers out there—that’s when we actually saw our mother the most.

But after she and Lowell split up, we didn’t have that much contact with Carrie. Sometimes she’d be at our grandparents’ house, and we’d see her during the holidays for a few days. There was the occasional letter here and there. She was off the grid for a while, she was homeless sometimes, she lived in assisted housing. There was always speculation too, like, “Where is she? What is she doing?” As a kid, of course, I had to construct some kind of narrative, so I’ve always had a strange relationship to the mythology of Carrie, because I have such few lived memories of my experience with her. There’s such a discrepancy between my time and relationship with her, and my desire to know her and be with her.

Il disco, molto bello, si può ascoltare interamente (gratis) sul sito di Sufjan: http://music.sufjan.com

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