The Wind – Noam Blat
1. Welcome Back 4:31
2. Homecoming 5:02
3. (Celestial Wedding) 3:52
4. Hallelujah 6:32
5. (Kadita) 4:41
6. Love Line 6:30
7. (A Pretty Apple) 3:37
8. On The Loose 6:37
9. (The Wind) 5:13
Noam Blat: vocals, nylon, steel and electric guitars, flute
Steve Russell: piano and organ
Thierry Fossemalle: electric, fretless and double bass
Dave Sanders: drums
Jamie Pattugalan: drums
Avishai Barnatan: ney, irish whistles, turkish clarinet, backing vocals
Vinod Prasanna: bansuri
Shai Shriki: oud, backing vocals
Amir Paiss: santur
Angelo Berardi: violin, viola
Laura Target: violin, backing vocals
Greg Sheehan: cajon, tamburin, shakers
Yoav Mashiach: frame drums, darbuka
Matt Ostila: finger cymbals, shakers, jaw harp
Ronit Robbaz: vocals
Carla Versitano: vocals
Tahir Qawwal: vocals
Leigh Ivin: pedal steel guitar
All songs and music written and composed by Noam Blat (except ‘Kadita’ words by Netta Blat and ‘Tapuah Heinani’ a Hebrew folk song written by Moshe Dor, composed by Yosef Hadar). Arranged and produced by Noam Blat and Avishai Barnatan.
The album was recorded, mixed and mastered at Panoramix studio, Byron Bay. Engineered and mixed by Avishai Barnatan and Bertrand Lalanne. Mastered by Bertrand Lalanne.
Total playing time: 47 minutes
About The Process…
I had dreamed about recording an album for a long time. But I found myself procrastinating for years. Ultimately it all came down to my fear of failing to express my message. Maybe I was looking for perfection.
Then one late night in February 2010 I received a phone call that changed everything in an instant. One of the closest people to me – my sister Netta, did not return from a walk she went on while on a retreat in a monastery near Jerusalem. Her body was found in a near by field. She had been murdered.
Her death came as a brutal shock to our family. The known and familiar ways of relating to the world and each other were shattered as her husband and daughter, my parents, my brother and I all struggled to re-adjust to the void that was left by her passing.
I felt as though I was being pulled into a spiralling whirlpool that ran through the centre of my chest and was consuming me whole. Unbeknownst to me, I was to endure these intense feelings for months on end. On this journey I found solace through what came most naturally – making music.
What exactly happened to my sister and who the attackers were remained a mystery for almost a year.
It wasn’t until I had already begun working on the production of this album that I received the news. Two Palestinian men were caught after killing a woman and badly wounding another not far from where Netta’s body was found. They later confessed to more crimes in the area, including the murder of my sister.
These findings caused immediate turmoil in my family once again. Intense emotions that had just started to settle were stirred up. I experienced the stir myself, but living in Australia and therefore being far away from it allowed me a somewhat different perspective. Rather than taking part in the collective chaos of blame and desire for retribution, I felt a different layer emerging, as if my eyes were opening to a different essence in this story.
Netta had been working as a teacher in one of the very few mixed Arab-Israeli schools existing in Israel.
She was active in numerous mixed communities that didn’t have any political orientation and had many Arab friends. They were just people coming together, bridging the gap on a personal level without getting caught up in their respective nations’ political views. The tragic irony of her death in the hands of two hate-blinded people provided me with a glimpse into a deeper understanding. It felt like my ever so inspiring big sister was reaching out to teach me one more profound lesson from the other side. Shedding a new light on my war-torn homeland, Palestinians and Israelis mirroring each others hatred, reflecting violence and separation, harbouring ignorance. I found myself devoid of prejudice, refusing to become part of a system that polarizes people into different religions and flags – for this is the very system that corrupted the minds of the people who murdered my sister. To be at peace, I knew I had to break this cycle of senseless hate within myself. Through my anguish and my love I felt I was being shown a reality in which the infinite potential for love and compassion inherent in us all prevails, a home where life is cherished and compassion is a possible paradigm.
This album became a manifestation of this journey, of my gifts and talents. I would like to dedicate it with love to my dear ones. As each song developed, it brought me closer to a particular person who had been involved in the events of that year. These dedications bring me, even to this day, into a constant state of wishing for healing and peace.
The intensity and direction of this work are now clear to me. I ultimately let go off the perfection I was seeking by surrendering to these events and the emotional processes that fuelled my creativity.
With gratitude and hope.