Does music have to be smart or does it just have to go to the heart? Chilly Gonzales is one of the most exciting, original, hard-to-pin-down musicians of our time, known as much for the intimate piano touch of his best-selling Solo Piano album trilogy as for his sweaty showmanship and composition for award-winning stars. Filling the world's great philharmonic halls, at the piano in slippers and a bathrobe—in any one night he can dissect the musicology of a Billie Eilish hit, give a sublime solo recital, and display his lyrical dexterity as a rapper. In crisp, erudite prose Gonzales delves beyond Enya’s innumerable gold discs and millions of fans to excavate his own enthusiasm for her singular music, as well as the mysterious musician herself, and along the way uncovers new truths about the nature of music, fame, success, and the artistic endeavour. One of E xclaim 's Best Music Books of 2020 Among CBC's Books for Music Fans Chilly Gonzales , Grammy-winning Canadian pianist and entertainer currently living in Europe, is known as much for the intimate piano touch of his best-selling Solo Piano album trilogy as for his showmanship and composition for award-winning stars. Most recently, Chilly Gonzales ventured into a new form of entrepreneurship, his very own music school, The Gonzervatory. Lullaby Voice I don’t remember my mother ever singing me a lullaby. She had many voices, just not one for lullabies. She had a squawking Jewish mother voice for storytelling, an icy almost-British accent for when she was having fights, an exaggerated Miss Piggy yell to get our attention in the basement (this was the voice she was best known for among my friends)… but she didn’t have a soothing voice in her repertoire. She was never natural, always performing. So, no lullabies for me. And anyway, a lullaby isn’t a performance. It’s basically folk music; it serves a social purpose. The lullaby already existed before the conscious pretense of artistic musical expression. Maybe I’m romanticizing, but folk music (communal storytelling through music) always seemed less selfish as compared to pop music (Lionel Richie dancing upside down). At least, my pop music felt selfish: I started making music to get attention, to live out a fantasy. I made sure that my virtuosity was proof of my talent and the worst insult I could imagine was someone telling me it reminded them of a lullaby. My motivation was so ego-driven, how was my music supposed to bind people together? I always envied musicians who made music for a social purpose: gospel musicians for God, DJs for dancing, folk musicians for community, and lullabies for soothing children. Contra pop music, a lullaby has no backing band or beat. Usually zero accompaniment. It has to work by itself a cappella. You can’t rely on a strange, unexpected harmonic twist to provide drama in the musical storytelling, like the “nothing really matters” chord in the opening of “Bohemian Rhapsody.” You can’t count on a sonic surprise like the awkward stutter of muted guitar strings before the chorus of Radiohead’s “Creep.” No saxophone solos, no filter sweep, no autotune. A lullaby, in fact, is pure melody, the voice itself. I’ve always been old-fashioned when it comes to respecting melody. Melody is the surface of a song, the facade of the building. So, when someone asks you if you’ve heard a new song, they’ll just sing the melody. You know the one that goes “groove is in the hea-ar-ar-ar-art?” For most people, the melody is the whole song. Harmony—the chords that support the melody—is the invisible foundation of the building. These chords have the unglamorous power to maximize emotions in a song, but chords aren’t enough to be a song by themselves, and you definitely can’t hum a chord. Imagine “With or Without You” if Bono never started singing. Harmony is melody’s bitch, with no life of its own. Hearing a melody a cappella, divorced from its harmony and expelled from its sound-world, is a kind of test. Does it still sound like music, when it’s sung, just like that, by a civilian (an amateur)? The ultimate test: How does it sound when sung by your mother? If it passes this test, the melody indeed becomes the whole song—music’s synecdoche. All lullabies have passed this test; they’ve survived for centuries. They’re still there after capitalism, sleeping pills, and the invention of recording, never outgrowing their original purpose. That’s probably why we don’t listen to recordings of lullabies. They don’t exist as recordings the way pop songs do. A pop song is a specific moment in time captured by a specific artist; it belongs to that artist and we acknowledge their ownership, it will always sound the same. Hearing it live, or hearing a cover version of it, will still always refer us back to the original. There is only one “Take On Me” and it is by a-ha, and if we hear some eighties tribute band performing it, we are comparing it to the 1981 stu