Tumbling Into Light
Now that an entity called something like The Flying Bulgars has been foisting our musical mayhem on brave souls for over a fifth of a century (!), it's time for some gentle stock-taking and some deepish introspection. What's it all about? Where have we landed after so long a flight? Why are we making yet another recording?
The answers come with contradictory, confusing faces.

We are still a Jewish music-infused ensemble, in love with traditional sounds and styles, but we're also in perpetual love with surprises, ecstatic art and those ephemeral moments of spiritual connection that quicken our hearts and brains. The pull of the old and the tug of the new have never lived in us so intensely, simultaneously.

We still love the pleasure/pain matrix of the Yiddish language, which communicates so well in the visceral sense, but we have come to a place of needing to communicate with an audience more completely, that is, by creating in the language of our particular diaspora; English!

We still love the timeless ache of older songs of the Ashkenazi in their various guises. There's so much that's genuine, glorious and uproarious in the folk songs and theatre songs and union songs and love songs, but we want to do something with our contemporary passions. Yes, we have THINGS WE WANT TO SAY. Scary, for us and our audience, perhaps, but so what? It's good to say what's on your mind sometimes. It can clear the air and bring everybody a little closer. Careful, though, it might lead to dancing.