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ENYA: A Treatise on Unguilty Pleasures
ENYA: A Treatise on Unguilty Pleasures
ENYA: A Treatise on Unguilty Pleasures
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Chilly Gonzales is one of the most exciting, original, hard-to-pin-down musicians of our time. Filling halls worldwide at the piano in his slippers and a bathrobe—in any one night he can be dissecting the musicology of an Oasis hit, giving a sublime solo recital, and displaying his lyrical dexterity as a rapper. In his book about Enya, he asks: Does music have to be smart or does it just have to go to the heart? In dazzling, erudite prose Gonzales delves beyond her innumerable gold discs and millions of fans to excavate his own enthusiasm for Enya's singular music as well as the mysterious musician herself, and along the way uncovers new truths about the nature of music, fame, success and the artistic endeavour.
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Release dateNov 18, 2020
ISBN9781912722877
ENYA: A Treatise on Unguilty Pleasures
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Chilly Gonzales

CHILLY GONZALES is known as much for the intimate piano touch of his best-selling Solo Piano album trilogy as for his sweaty showmanship and composition for award-winning stars. He fills the world’s great philharmonic halls dressed in his slippers and a bathrobe—in any one night he can be found giving a sublime solo recital, dissecting the musicology of a Billie Eilish hit and displaying his lyrical dexterity as a rapper. He performs and writes songs with Jarvis Cocker, Feist and Drake and won a Grammy for his collaboration on Daft Punk’s Best Album of the Year. A culmination of recent years’ explorations in teaching, Chilly Gonzales recently inaugurated his very own music school: The Gonzervatory.

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    ENYA - Chilly Gonzales

    I wrote a book about Enya and the mystery of taste. It’s a musician’s memoir and a treatise on unguilty pleasures.

    Chilly Gonzales

    Contents

    Title Page

    Epigraph

    Lullaby Voice

    1

    Unguilty Pleasure

    2

    Saying No

    3

    Epilogue

    Copyright

    I don’t remember my mother ever singing me a lullaby. She had many voices, just not one for lullabies. She had a squawking Jewish mother voice for storytelling, an icy almost-British accent for when she was having fights, an exaggerated Miss Piggy yell to get our attention in the basement (this was the voice she was best known for among my friends)… but she didn’t have a soothing voice in her repertoire. She was never natural, always performing. So, no lullabies for me.

    And anyway, a lullaby isn’t a performance. It’s basically folk music; it serves a social purpose. The lullaby already existed before the conscious pretense of artistic musical expression. Maybe I’m romanticizing, but folk music (communal storytelling through music) always seemed less selfish as compared to pop music (Lionel Richie dancing upside down). At least, my pop music felt selfish: I started making music to get attention, to live out a fantasy. I made sure that my virtuosity was proof of my talent and the worst insult I could imagine was someone telling me it reminded them of a lullaby. My motivation was so ego-driven, how was my music supposed to bind people together? I always envied musicians who made music for a social purpose: gospel musicians for God, DJs for dancing, folk musicians for community, and lullabies for soothing children.

    Contra pop music, a lullaby has no backing band or beat. Usually zero accompaniment. It has to work by itself a cappella. You can’t rely on a strange, unexpected harmonic twist to provide drama in the musical storytelling, like the nothing really matters chord in the opening of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. You can’t count on a sonic surprise like the awkward stutter of muted guitar strings before the chorus of Radiohead’s ‘Creep’. No saxophone solos, no filter sweep, no autotune. A lullaby, in fact, is pure melody, the voice itself.

    I’ve always been old-fashioned when it comes to respecting melody. Melody is the surface of a song, the façade of the building. So, when someone asks you if you’ve heard a new song, they’ll just sing the melody. "You know the one that goes groove is in the hea-ar-ar-ar-art?" For most people, the melody is the whole song.

    Harmony—the chords that support the melody—is the invisible foundation of the building. These chords have the unglamorous power to maximize emotions in a song, but chords aren’t enough to be a song by themselves, and you definitely can’t hum a chord. Imagine ‘With or Without You’ if Bono never started singing. Harmony is melody’s bitch, with no life of its own.

    Hearing a melody a cappella, divorced from its harmony and expelled from its sound-world, is a kind of test. Does it still sound like music, when it’s sung, just like that, by a civilian (an amateur)? The ultimate test:

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