Tag Archives: Gurdeep Stephens

If Music Be the Food of Love…

After a long absence, I would like to share with you a Christmas song I recorded with my friend Rachel Haisell. My big one Diya made and uploaded this little video of us in time for Christmas.  It’s a personal favorite: Silent Night while playing the bowls.

 

The post-amble: this summer I acquired two amazing Crystal Alchemy Singing Bowls and have been playing them nearly every day. They are eerie, uncanny, beautiful, otherworldly.

Healing.

They are made in Utah where pure quartz crystals are baked twice in a centrifugal kiln at thousands of degrees.  On the second firing, they are infused with precious metals and minerals such as amethyst or smoky quartz or gold. From what I understand, this particular technology is only about 20 years old. No two bowls are the same. Like the ancient Tibetan bowls, the Crystal Alchemy bowls sing and resonate with myriad overtones with the slightest touch of the ‘wand’ or ‘excitor.’ Singing on top of them creates even more overtones making keeping in pitch a bit of a challenge. Singing a duet with them is especially fun. When I first heard them, they reminded me of sitting in the middle of a massive church organ. (I did that a lot when I sang in different churches in Barcelona in the 1990s). These beautiful bowls vibrate at so many frequencies, so intensely and powerfully.  The sounds seems to go on forever. And they are inspiring.

Indeed, they have inspired me to record and to write a post for the first time in a long time.

May beautiful sound and light be with you as we head into a New Year full of endless possibilities.

Peace and love,

Deeps

This Earth Is Ours Song

I know of a world where farmers were moved by the land’s beauty to poetry and song. I see a world where farmers break out again into a joyful refrain. And may they carry spirit of this song in their hearts.

Gearing up for Earth Day…. This is a Farmer’s Anthem.

My grandfather Rupert Stephens was a gentle soul with 2 passions, organic farming and writing songs. He also wrote about farming. Grandpa’s most beautiful songs are (arguably) those about the Earth. He wrote “This Earth is Mine’ in the 1950s.

Last year, on Vancouver Island where the song was born, I re-recorded ‘This Earth is Ours’ changing the lyric slightly. My dad Arran recited the second verse as indicated in a creased, fragile, old lyrics sheet found in some random book. It had been type-written by my grandmother the glamorous Gwendolyn who loved the feel of dirt in her hands.

I got in touch with the amazing guitarist Adam Dobres. We took up the tempo, gave it a Joan Baez ‘Silver Dagger’ – feel with full vocal vibrato and Adam playing a wicked folk-rendition on his guitar.

Grandpa Rupert passed away when I was a toddler. When my dad Arran announced the event of the birth of his granddaughter (ie: moi), Grandpa Rupert was delighted. But when they told him my name, he didn’t say anything.

He must have been at the origin of the Stephens’ refrain of “Before you speak, ask yourself first, ‘Is it kind? Is it true? Is it necessary?'” Grandpa Rupert really didn’t like my name.

Awww. Sniff. (I don’t blame him, it was a name that I found hard to wear growing up on the West side of Vancouver.)

A little afterwards, Grandpa Rupert told dad about a bird cooing outside his window. The bird was singing ‘G-Deep! G-Deep!’ And that did it. If the birds were singing my name, it was a sign. After that Grandpa Rupert loved my name.

I love him through his music and his earnest joy and romantic ideals of respect for the land and especially for the ‘lowly earthworm’.