Shark in You


duYun: Shark in You


Shark in You is Du Yun's debut recording under her pop diva alter ego, duYun.  Recorded and produced in New York, Shanghai, and Montreal, Shark in You features duYun as a composer, producer, lyricist, and vocalist. The tracks are stylistically far ranging, from experimental dance music to Kurt Weill-esque neo-cabaret to jazz inflected electronica. She is joined by collaborators spanning the avant-garde global music spectrum, from fellow members of ICE (International Contemporary Ensemble), to experimental DJ Erik Spangler, and musicians in the underground Shanghai jazz scene.

Track List

2.     Stay 
3.     Shark in You
4.     Panacea
5.     The Gray / 灰色的眉
6.     興起  (if you say so… )
7.     an encounter if at noon, a summer

8.     Miranda
9.     Life isn’t pretty
10.     i-Goh-Doh
11.  Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye Remake

all tracks written and produced by duYun, some tracks with co-writers, listed below in credits


All songs produced by Du Yun (duYun) / ASCAP

1. written by duYun 2. written by Erik Spangler / duYun. Beat: Erik Spangler, Trumpet: JQ Whitcomb; Trombone: Andy Hunter, Bass: EJ Parker, Drums: Chris Trzcinski; 3. written by duYun / Erik Spangler 4. written by duYun / Erik Spangler, beats / Theremin/ Turntable: Erik Spangler 5. written by duYun; Trumpet: JQ Whitcomb; Trombone: Andy Hunter, Bass: EJ Parker, Drums: Chris Trzcinski; Keys: duYun  6. written by Gareth Flowers / duYun,  featuring trumpets: Gareth Flowers. 7. Written by duYun. kazoo/accordion: Peter Hanson, Trumpet: Brad Henkel, Guitar: Dan Lippel, Drums: Cody Brown, Piano: duYun 8. written by duYun / Matt Haimovitz, Lyrics: Matt Haimovitz, Cello: Matt Haimovitz, Tabla/Percussion: Ziya; Piano: duYun 9. Written by duYun; Lyrics: Liz Duffy Adams; beats: Erik Spangler; trumpet: Peter Evans 10. Written by duYun / Erik Spangler 11. programmed by duYun; Lyrics from the traditional Irish Song, Johnny I hardly Knew Ye 12. written by duYun
All vocals and other gadgets: by duYun
Recording and Mix Engineers: Lu XiaoXing at Shanghai XiaoXing Studio, Shanghai, China, track 2 / 3; Pascal Shefteshy at the Multi-Media Room, McGill University, Montréal, Canada, track 8; Adam Scott, Track 9, NY; Du Yun, track 1, 3, 10, 11 NYC, Ryan Streber, track 7, 12 at Oktaven Audio, NY
Additional Mixing on all tracks and Post-Production: Ryan Streber at Oktaven Audio
Art Direction and Design: Victor-John Villanueva
 Cover photo and doodles: duYun
Liners characters are snippets of lyrics from  “興起 (if you say so…)” 
Miranda was first released on Matt Haimovitz's CD Figment (2009). Special thanks to Oxingale Records.
Track 7 was first appeared in Du Yun’s composed music for the silent film, Sage de Femme de Première Classe, for the retrospective of Alice-Guy Blaché. A Whitney Museum Live commission. Additional text by duYun 
Du Yun (duYun) is grateful to Erik Spangler, Gareth Flowers, Matt Haimovitz, Victor-John Villanueva, Ryan Streber, Dan Lippel, Deng Pei 鄧裴, Nik Cesare, Claire Chase, Phil Moffa, all musicians, and Ricardo Romaneiro.       (To my parents, 杜長在 / 蔣鳳娣, ~ from 杜韻)


Shark in You lyrics: duYun

Animals in the wild,

Knights on the board,

Play with the forte,

transcient transcient transcend (scend scend scend)

Hang me out on dry

Give me a wrinkle or two

Erase me, Empty me

Delete the brush brush brush

It was not a good day

(Since then)

It has been stamped out, tossed away

burning burning blazing (zing zing zing )

Your birth, your day

would have touched

a mark

but left the scar

Somebody else was dubbed

Time staggered

I'm against all we's

I'm against the time

Animals in the wild

There comes the flame

This is the shark in you.   I see the shark in you.  The trees grow on myself.

The shark grows out, on you.

The skin dipped in the lake, and to me.

Hang me out on dry

Give me a wrinkle or two

Erase me, Empty me

Delete the brush brush brush

I'm against all we's

I'm against the time

Amnesty to the ash

This is the shark in you.   I see the shark in you.  The trees grow on myself.

The shark grows out, on you.

The skin dropped to the drain,  and fled away.


lyrics: duYun 

The water quivers hollow 

The bongo mallets follow 

The plow sockets howling 

Eighteen levels down, bashing 

Time pressed on a washboard 

Rainbow creases fold 

A throaty minuet told 

A dry land, pistol hold 

Drink vodka pulse 

Eat bullets pause 

Drowning gravity loss 

A dream panacea, maudlin 






we are all the victims 

of this glorious war 

carry on, win me 'nother round 

nothing to lose 

taunted bruise 

carry on, win me 'nother round 

nothing to lose

taunted fool 

try it harder 

run it faster 

taste it slower 


Life isn’t Pretty Lyrics: Liz Duffy Adams

Life isn't pretty 

for a gin Jane on the lam 

ain't it a pity 

Life oughta be biscuits and jam

Life isn't pretty 

for a jinx minx with a jones 

ain't it a pity 

Life oughta be whispers and moans 

Life isn't pretty 

for a sweet meat past her date 

ain't it a pity 

Life oughta be half of the gate 

The bed creaked, the fan blew hot air across my sweat-slicked back, and he said: "that's how it works, honey."  

The tram clanged, some guy leered. I put my head down, and walked away. 

Life isn't pretty 

for a sweet meat past her date 

ain't it a pity 

Life oughta be half of the gate 

Life isn't pretty 

for a gin Jane on the lam 

Ain't it a pity 

Life oughta be biscuits and jam

Life isn't pretty 

for a tough cookie who crumbles 

ain't it a pity 

Life oughta be tickles and tumbles 

His neck smell like salt, smoke, and hay --- No good reason, he was a city guy 

Life isn't pretty 

for a tough cookie who crumbles 

ain't it a pity 

Life oughta be tickles and tumbles 

Life isn't pretty 

for a gold heart out of gleam 

ain't it a pity 

Life oughta be cupcakes and cream 

Life isn't pretty 

for a gold heart out of gleam 

ain't it a pity 

Life oughta be cupcakes and cream 

I put his cheap plastic comb through my hair and said: " Okay Joe." The hinge squealed as I shut the door behind me.  


  1. MirandaLyrics: Matt Haimovitz
  2. (ahhyi da sasan asada)

i remember tomorrow

a microscopic heart beats life

an ultrasound reality

the chromosomes strangle

any hope of orpheus

reborn as a san

war not

words between friends


wordless exchange

of an indecent motivic infancy

like eyes

one two three four five

five five five fig fig figment…

head turns, hair on end, head on the unmade bed

a figment of your procrastination

can’t remembering

metric michelangelo, go go go go modulations come

war not

words between friends


wordless exchange

these are

your miranda rights

simmering exhaustion

claustrophobic tower of babel

releases its tongue in an

upheaval of tormented toxins

axis of evil dot dot dot

exist in the nausea

come remembering, michelangelo go gogo gogo gogo

metric modulations come and go remembering michelangelo

miranda miranda miranda

if you say so:


在看 微笑時茫

在哪 探得一方

在飛 無時無常

在逃 非有非無

在追 時得時誤

在退 你和他又

時常 遊戲一生

省卻 心機無事

是有 她的無心

興起 走了一路

碌碌 一事無成

誠心 鬼鬼祟祟

碎破 我的左右 逞了一時

是有 興起

誠心 鬼鬼祟祟

時常 你和他又 








請看 微笑時盲 在哪 是有 興起 請看

an encounter if at noon… a summer

Like me, she is waiting for a bus that has not yet come for two hours. It is 12 o’clock at noon. She is a Dutch woman of about 70-year-old. To make the sun bearable, I ask her where is she from and then I find myself listen to her chatting away the bureaucratic system in Holland. I ask if her life has been good. She says, hesitantly, for the most part. I ask her if her marriages where worth having. She says the second time was so. It was 20 years she comments, just long enough to feel something. She didn’t mind much the taking-care-part she adds. Her late husband deteriorated from Parkinson disease for the last ten. (There is no streak of clouds in sight.)

She proceeds to ask me what is the point of having children: “They all leave you and have a busy life.” (How could I know… The sun starts to blare directly into my eyes.)

I mumble, “Why the bus never comes. I am tired.” “No, darling, as soon as you get home, you will soon forget the tiredness of traveling. Because you are always stronger than you are and will be left alone in the end.”

(It is certainly ridiculous to feel the tears among the traffics, no matter how blazing the sunlight is.)

The bus arrives an hour later. We get on. At the same stop we get off. I say partings to her, “ Take care.”

“You too,” she waves goodbye, “I will see you somewhere in the world.”

I think I have forgotten her name.

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Sequenza 21 p.1

Du Yun: Shark In You

There’s something uniquely satisfying about encountering music that doesn’t sound quite like anything one has heard before. This was my experience of Shark in You, a new CD from composer Du Yun. A rising star in the contemporary classical scene – she is a founding member of the International Contemporary Ensemble (ICE), and one of three composers on Boosey & Hawkes’s inaugural Emerging Composers roster – Du Yun has released a non-classical debut that matches the idiosyncratic, compelling strangeness of her concert music.

Sequenza 21 p. 2


The infectious beats and breathy vocals of the first few tracks of Shark in You initially call to mind Björk. But as the album unfolds – and it is very much an album, best experienced as a whole – new dimensions continually emerge. The vocal and instrumental inflections seem to migrate imperceptibly from Asia to the Middle East. There are visceral cabaret numbers, songs that sound like Kurt Weill ballads reimagined for the twenty-first century, with Tom Waits and Jeff Buckley lurking in the wings. The disc culminates, surprisingly and effectively, in an effervescent remake of “Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye.”

While Du Yun’s sonic imagination and evocative vocals are at the heart of Shark in You, the album represents a collaborative effort among a collection of stellar musicians: Cody Brown (drums), Peter Evans (trumpet), Gareth Flowers (trumpet), Peter Hanson (kazoo/accordion), Matt Haimovitz (cello), Andy Hunter (trombone), Brad Henkel (trumpet), Daniel Lippel (guitar), E.J. Parker (bass), Erik Spangler (beats, theremin, turntable), Chris Trzcinski (drums), J.Q. Whitcomb (trumpet), and ZIYA (tabla/percussion). Spangler co-wrote four tracks with Du Yun, while Flowers and Haimovitz each co-wrote one.

The resonance between Du Yun and Björk ultimately has more to do with sensibility than sound. Their art doesn’t render genre irrelevant so much as it revels in transcending it. New Yorker music critic Alex Ross has written that Björk’s work is “free both of the fear of pretension that limits popular music and of the fear of vulgarity that limits classical music. The creative artist once more moves along an unbroken continuum, from folk to art and back again.” Shark In You reveals a similar fearlessness, a willingness to venture across stylistic boundaries in pursuit of a singular musical vision.


Sounds Heard: Du Yun - Shark In You
Reviewed by Alexandra gardner

Du Yun has made a name for herself as a versatile composer and theatrical performer working in a variety of mediums, from orchestra music to art installations. For her recent CD Shark In You, she dons her "pop" hat, incorporating synth textures and trip-hop beats into her creative musical output. Joining forces on several tracks with composer/turntablist Erik Spangler, composer/electro-acoustic trumpeter Gareth Flowers, and cellist Matt Haimovitz, Du Yun unleashes a recording with an ultra-visceral sensibility that ropes the listener in through its attractively bizarre sonic landscape. The music gets so weird you kind of just have to keep listening.

The CD begins with an introductory burst of noise that gradually intensifies, leading into Stay, which swirls with jazzy horns, moody bass lines, synth tidbits, and processed vocals over a skittering beat. The title track Shark In You sports an infectious rhythm derived from sampled didjeridoo, sprinkled with Spangler's characteristic DJ-style scratching and intensely whispered and semi-sung vocals by Du Yun.

Panacea is more foreboding, an aria with strange, granulated electronic background noises that morph into driving synthesized drum patterns. In contrast, The Gray feels more like sultry cabaret, with intimate vocals, keyboard, horns, and a light touch with brushes on the drum set, while encounter has a radio drama quality—it tells a story of a conversation with a woman waiting for a bus—punctuated with bursts of piano, accordion, and drums on top of a wash of kazoos.

The tracks (If you say so…), i-Goh-Doh and especially Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye Remake are perfectly suited for the catwalk of any high-end fashion show, with their head-bobbing synth lines and thumping beats. I can only imagine what outfits would go with this music.

One of the most substantial works on this disc is the track Miranda, which, for all of the sonic territory it covers, feels like an opera condensed into just under six minutes. Co-written with Haimovitz, who also penned the lyrics, it is a thickly packed, dramatic musical expanse of voice, cello, piano, and percussion.

Throughout the CD, Du Yun's voice is the mainstay—secretive whispers, singsong chanting, breathy gasps, and tortured screeches are everywhere, moving from front and center in some tracks to misty background washes in others. Although she tends towards sotto voce vocals, Du Yun is anything but shy or inhibited—she lets it all out in one way or another on every track, in such a way that by the end the listener feels as though s/he has been granted a temporary stay inside the artist's brain. The consistently improvisatory, stream-of-consciousness feel that permeates every track is precisely what makes this set of compositions hang together.

Redefine Magazine

Shark In You (New Focus Recordings)
Reviewed by John Gillanders

Listening to this album makes me wonder what it'd be like to accidentally attend kind of a boring party and all of a sudden have some random girl wander up to you and be all like, "Did you know that I'm utterly insane?" and you'd be all like, "I don't understand entirely; explain this to me further." And so, to further clarify her point, she removes her head from her body and tears it open carefully -- showing you all the tender inner workings. They vibrate in ways you can't honestly understand, but which sort of intrigue and terrify you simultaneously. You just sit there stunned for a while, eventually only able to conjure forth, "Yeah, I see what you mean now," as a response.

This is outsider music for sure, which is strange because it's apparently an experimental composer from Brooklyn taking on her "pop" persona. Not much pop to speak of here -- just freak out psychosis territory, although it's not an altogether unpleasant brand of crazy. Being from an avant-garde / performance art scene of the more traditional variety, she toys around with a lot of "difficult" sounds which will be more than a tad off-putting to most. That's kind of the point with a lot of the Tzadik-esque school of thought I suppose -- not that I know much about it. As far as I can tell they try to make the listener uneasy with atonal bursts of unsettling aural discordia. I guess my complaint with this tactic is that half the time you feel like you're just getting toyed with. If you're going to make it weird, then weird it out already. Have at it.

Which is why Shark In You surprisingly works for the most part. duYun isn't shy. Just when you think she's going to mind-tease you forever, a bath of spastic electronic glitches unexpectedly bursts forth and you feel thoroughly and properly fucked. Is she even singing along with the beats? She's just kind of mumbling and chant sighing incoherently. Then all of a sudden she's doing spoken word about Dutch politics or some shit. What the hell is going on here exactly? See, she's not playing around. She's truly nuts, and the world's a better place because of it. Thanks for sharing duYun; I'm just going to, you know, hang out on the other side of the party because you kind of scare me.

- John Gillanders

Audiophile Audition

Du Yun’s voice has a piquant international flavor. Her style sounds like a blend of Iva Bittova (Czechloslovakia) and Björk (Iceland), with some early Yoko Ono mixed in. She coos, pouts, moans, and whispers between barely perceptible, heavily accented English words. On at least one song, “Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye Remake,” she reveals a concert hall voice as powerful as Annie Lennox. Her band plays a hybrid techno-jazz, with some startling hip hop effects thrown in, like turntablism and Sprechstimme.” She makes liberal use of overdubbing and electronic effects.

I like her. She’s unpredictable enough to command repeated listening and there’s plenty of stylistic variance from song to song (and even within most songs).  “The Gray” starts in melodic ballad mode with a fixed rhythm, then speeds up unexpectedly – but not for long. Soon it reverts, states a recapitulation, and then it’s gone. “What was that?” you find yourself asking as you press the replay button.

Du Yun - whose real name is Yun Du - is a mysterious figure in the art music crowd. Look for her on YouTube and all you’ll find is a few hastily recorded garage band videos. This is her debut CD. She doesn’t have a Wikipedia page yet. You can find some information about her on MySpace, like long lists of awards and musical/extra-musical influences. She plays with members of ICE (International Contemporary Ensemble), the DJ Erik Spangler, classical cellist Matt Haimovitz, and jazz musicians from Shanghai.

This CD is a wild ride, well worth jumping aboard.

She is intelligent and urbane and even includes a darkly humorous short story, “An Encounter if at Noon, A Summer.” Its wry theme certainly stands out, like “The Gift” did on The Velvet Underground’s second album, White Light/White Heat (1968). She’s accompanied by piano and overdubbed vocals.

Her new New Wave bravado works most of the time. I play “Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye Remake” for visitors and some end up dancing to it. Most notable about it is her complete complaisance over intelligible lyrics. In nearly every song you can make out only about 7% of the words. I wonder about the wisdom of this approach, however. When you do start picking out lyric shards, like “18 levels down” and “life isn’t pretty for a tough cookie with crumb pearls,” you realize there’s possibly more poetry within that you’re missing. Shouldn’t artists be fined for not including them in their program notes?

The disc begins and ends with short perplexing pieces, whose throwaway styles bear no resemblance to the rest of the CD so don’t be misled.

1. Intro
2. Stay
3. Shark in You
4. Panacea
5. The Gray
6. if you say so     
7. An encounter if at noon, a summer
8. Miranda
9. Life isn't Pretty
10. Goh-Doh
11. Johnny I hardly knew ye remake
12. ps

-- Peter Bates