HUME Performing "Bells Burnt" in India

I met up with Brit, aka HUME, this week at Burritos Fast in Mt. Pleasant, DC. He handed me a dvd with what he said was footage of a song he wrote while in India and performed while floating on a boat down a river in India. The video begins with a montage of sights and sounds from Brit's three month trip and then segues into "Bells Burnt".



Brit's description of the footage gives a lot more insight:

As the sun rose and the chai was guzzled down tired throats we made our way towards an ancient Mahrajahee palace that over looked the Ganges and had been untouched in 700 years. All the musicians jumped on motorcycles and rickshaws in pearl white gowns to arrive to the shoot with a good amount of excited energy. Fifteen of us musicians, friends, and curious onlookers climbed over a chipped brick roof top and slowly made our way to the center of the palace. Five minutes before we were going to roll tape we got shut down. We had caused such a scene that the security (drunk old men) showed up and demanded 10,000 rupees ($200) as a bribe for allowing to shoot. Broke and tired we jet set towards the river, rented a boat and began the morning. The actual performance caught in this video captures a lot of the spontaneous prose I was trying capture within the music. The madness during the morning may be reflected in some of the stills. Dead bodies floating by, engines cutting out,the wind having it's ways and 115 degree sun on the rise. You can see me laugh as one of my friends who got left on the banks comes up towards the boat we were all on nicely bearing gifts of coffee and fruit. Another oddity is you can also see a film crew from Spain whom I later befriended and worked with floating off in the background shooting their flick about an alien. The feeling of immediacy tends to hold you hostage in a city like Varanasi, even when trying to document I was still caught in the flow of the cities will. The song we used here is titled "Bells Burnt" and is an attempt to capture some of the micro vs macro parts of life that I often forget about.