Soundwalk Collective
Killer Road
French Institute Alliance Francaise, October 2, 2014
By Madeline Bocaro

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Last night, the Priestess of Punk and Prose paid tribute to the Godmother of Goth. Patti Smith channeled her heroine and friend, the original femme fatale, Nico. Soundwalk Collective, featuring Patti’s daughter Jesse Paris Smith provided the instrumentation for this ‘sound exploration’ of Nico’s death in 1988 while riding her bicycle in Ibiza.
The stage setup, white bowls in various sizes, several synthesizers, white discs turntables and wind chimes looked like a Yoko Ono performance piece was about to take place. Patti began reciting Nico’s ‘Purple Lips’.

He reminds all the laughter
That has left me going down
And my heart is falling silently

Into the driving evening sound

Sometimes we must keep from bringing
Certain thoughts up to the light
And a matter of the winning
In a case of two lips lies
I have been looking out for him
From over this broken bridge
The safest place it seems to be
To ever reach his purple lips

It was more of a séance than a concert. We occupied the netherworld where Nico resided all her life, and where she still exists. Beautiful and alone.
Nico’s gloomy magnificence – her true essence – was Patti’s focus.  Mesmerizing black and white films flickered; forests, oceans, clouds, rivers sunsets –  all rippling and distorting in slow motion. Angelic children and women –  apparitions of Nico – float naked in lakes or wander through the woods, searching
Patti read several of Nico’s final, unpublished poems and lyrics. ‘My Only Child’, ‘I Will Be Seven’, ‘Saeta’, ‘Evening of Light’ and more. Soundwalk Collective provided ambient drones, soundscapes from nature and sound samples of Nico’s harmonium (which Patti replaced when it was stolen from Nico in 1978). The members of the Collective resemble three Brian Enos operating suitcase synths, while Jesse Paris Smith alternates on wind chimes and manipulates the singing bowls without touching them. Bird sounds, crickets, rustling trees, footsteps in snow and other ambient noise brought Nico’s spirit nearer to us. It was sometimes disturbing and ominous, but alternately serene.
Nico’s lyrics were sacred, creepy, mournful, poetic – like the impossibility of her album title, Desertshore (1970). Her deep Germanic monotone resonated in hypnotic harmonium based melodies, transporting us to a cavernous cathedral. Nico could tell us all about death. She was always so close to it – in a constant state of decay.

Nico: A true artist must self destruct. I think I’m already doing it. Don’t you? Can’t you tell by the way I live? It is a continual battle, a drama, being a stranger to myself. I don’t have any references to know who I really am…I mean to be really always in exile. I’m a total stranger to myself. Except sometimes when I get reminded. (The Perils of Nico by Jim Condon 1980).

Nico, a war-torn child of 1940s Berlin reluctantly became a supermodel. Then, a stunning ice queen – the tall blonde chick oozing cool in the white pantsuit, singing with the Velvet Underground. She later adapted a more natural and realistic visage – a dark brooding brunette enigma –a crooning cadaver, a phantom – enrobed and shrouded. Her true self. Patti Smith channeled the real Nico, and it was truly haunting.
Soundwalk Collective
Killer Road

“Patti was very kind to me. Early in 1978 my harmonium was stolen from me. I was without any money and now I couldn’t even earn a living playing without my organ. A friend of mine saw one with green bellows in an obscure shop, the only one in Paris. Patti bought it for me. I was so happy and ashamed. I said, “I’ll give you back the money when I get it”, but she insisted the organ was a present and I should forget about the money. I cried. I was ashamed she saw me without money.”

-Nico from a 1993 Biography by Richard Witt


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