Utabautayun by Ikue Asazaki
Recently, I've been listening to a lot of what could be categorized as folk singing or traditional music or ethnic music, but the label is not so important to me. What I think is that the human voice is possibly the most beautiful instrument in existence. My taste spans genres, but I am exquisitely moved by a voice that is laid exposed and unfeigned; honed and molded to the rawest, barest economy of beauty and intuition and sound. I liked mournful music and sensuous music, lilting, coy music, and music that I don't understand but feel, nevertheless.
Regardless. Youtube this woman. She's glorious.
