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| Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Music > Kavisha Mazella Kavisha Mazella played 'live' at UCC Courtyard, Friday, 7th May, 7:3opm, free event.Reviwed by Dawn Fung.  Kavisha Mazella does not really speak Italian although that's one quarter of her heritage. However, she does, and can sing other language based native and folk songs if she wanted to. Along with her was Irine, a fine guitarist who also played the bazooki and mandolin. Their synergy gave weight to two otherwise average music players. I was most impressed with how many choruses you could have the audience sing with you. Kavisha would start off with a story as the background of the next song and hum ditties of that particular chorus. I was amazed that I could respond back in kind after listening to 'Invisible, Indivisible', which prompted a remark from a record executive as the song with the most syllables. As Kavisha's hit song on the Australian charts, 'Invisible, Indivisible' affected that uncontrollable radiance that emitted. Affirming that she was not a rainmaker, the slight pelts on my forehead did not dampen the night of starry wonderland that folk singers often conjured. My favourite was a song about war torn lovers in that Latin America country starting with an E...Argentina, but that happened in the first half of the set. As choruses always did, the last one stuck with you like a prata layer refusing to come off. That layer happened to be my auntie Doris' highlight of the night, since it involved one of her favourite poets and a memory stroll down her school days. Kavisha did a swell rendition of Wordsworth's Intimations of Immortality, quoting a few lines that sparked off my interest in dead Romantics, as well as my auntie Doris' life. What struck me most was how a folk singer with a church choir background and a passage from Wordsworth could elaborate into a wistful narrative, resonant of a modern day prophet-evangelist. If relevance plus art demanded an example, it might have been that Kavisha composition, inspired from her photo-journalist spouse's return from Palestine/Israel, named 'Gethsemane'. The wisest quip of the courtyard romance came from Kavisha's lips, 'Wasn't it nice of these people to give free concerts in the courtyard like this?' NUS' Centre for the Arts has captured my imagination for a particular group to speak freely, albeit in parables.
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