by Dan Trueman
Instrumentation: Fiddle and Guitar (or whatever instrumentation your mind can imagine!)
Here you are, at the start of a book of Music from Mars: coherent, organic, architectural tune structures from a beautiful but other planet.Welcome! You brought your tent, your hiking boots, your raingear, your camping stove, plenty of food and water? You may be here for some time, you know. Yes, we will be climbing those impossible mountains, and yes, those vicious cactus-like things do actually eat humans. There are no emergency exits. Be brave!
I once, foolishly or otherwise, tried to learn a Trollstilt tune by ear. You can't blame me, this music is just too damn beautiful. Beautiful like jumping out of a sauna into the sea through a hole in the ice is beautiful. Beautiful like moonwalking upwards on a downwards escalator. Like some impossible thing you do in your dreams. Jumping off a bridge just before you remember there's a bungee wrapped around your ankles. Gravity works here in a different way, sometimes heavier, sometimes light as a feather. The air too.
Monica was heavily pregnant with Molly, their firstborn, when first I met and heard herself and Dan. That was the year 2000, and listening to their Trollstilt album became my own little space odyssey, firmly fixing it for all time as one of the brightest stars, my favourite, a desert island disc, something that since seems to have seeped into the marrow of my bones. It is vastly different to any other music I know. It delights me and thrills me. There is no duo in the world that makes music like this, an interwoven phasing fabric of music, symbiotic, inseperable, essential. This music, I love.
So dive in, don't let me stop you. Get your paws mucky. Enjoy it like a child enjoys chocolate and smear it all over your face. Disappear into it, and we'll see you on the far side. Don't look back!
—Caoimhín Ó Raghallaigh
Check out the other volumes in the Just the Notes Series: CrissCross and QQQ