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First-time listening for September, 2006

16362. (Chick Corea) My Span­ish Heart
(William Wal­ton) Songs [Ben­jamin Lux­on, bari­tone & David Willi­son, piano]:
. . . . 16363. (William Wal­ton) “The Wind From The West“
. . . . 16364. (William Wal­ton) “When As the Rye”
. . . . 16365. (William Wal­ton) “My Gost­ly Fader”
. . . . 16366. (William Wal­ton) “Lul­la­by”
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Ali Riza Mashayikhi 

Ali Riza Mashayikhi is the dom­i­nant fig­ure in mod­ern Iran­ian con­cert music. Born in 1940 in Tehran, he stud­ied in Vien­na and Utrecht, and was intro­duced to mod­ernist tecb­niques by Otto Jelinek. How­ever, he does not appear to be com­mit­ted to any of the dread­ful “sys­tems” that ide­ol­o­gized com­po­si­tion in the 20th cen­tury. He sen­si­bly draws on any tech­nique that is use­ful to the cre­ation of a par­tic­u­lar piece. Some of his works draw heav­ily on Iran­ian folk­loric tra­di­tion, intend­ing to con­very a region­al spir­it, while oth­ers pur­sue oth­er ends entire­ly. Mashayikhi was one of the first com­posers to bring com­put­er­i­za­tion into mid­dle-east­ern music. The pieces in my col­lec­tion are: Sym­phony #2. Op.57, the Con­certo for Vio­lin and Orches­tra, Op.96, and Nous ne ver­rons jamais les jardins de Nishapour for Two Pianos and Orches­tra, Op.56. The lat­ter piece is an exam­ple of a work that does not direct­ly employ any Per­sian mate­r­ial that I can see, but nev­er­the­less con­veys a dis­tinctly Per­sian mood. His out­put is huge, so it will require a lot of explor­ing. I like very much what I’ve heard so far. A curi­ous thing about the composer’s name: While he is undoubt­edly Per­sian, “Al-Mashayikhi” is Ara­bic for a per­son of the Mashayikh tribe in Iraq, cen­tered in the towns of Tarmiya and in Al-Hawe­jah, quite close to Sad­dam Hussein’s (and Saladin’s) birth­place in Tikrit. Mashayekhi or Mashayikhi seem to be com­mon Iran­ian names. Jamshid Mashayekhi is an Iran­ian film star, and Ario Mashayekhi is an expa­tri­ate painter, sculp­tor, and actor liv­ing in Chica­go. Anoth­er curios­ity: there is anoth­er com­poser, named Nad­er Mashayekhi, also trained in Vien­na, but born in 1958 (a bit old to be a son, and a bit young to be a broth­er — are they relat­ed?). I have not heard any of his music. There is also a folk­loric group from Iran called Mashayikhi Ensem­ble. The name seems to be pro­foundly musi­cal. Are we deal­ing, here with an extend­ed tal­ented fam­ily like the Bachs were in Thuringia? Or is it all coincidence?

Fela Sowande

Nigerian musician and composer Fela Sowande (1905 - 1987) with his fiance, American soprano Mildred Marshall, in Regent's Park, London, 13th September 1936. Sowande is working as a the pianist and Marshall is singing in the London production of Lew Leslie's musical revue, 'Blackbirds Of 1936'. (Photo by General Photographic Agency/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

Fela Sowande (1905 — 1987) with his fiance, Amer­i­can sopra­no Mil­dred Mar­shall, in Regen­t’s Park, Lon­don, 13th Sep­tem­ber 1936. Sowande is work­ing as a the pianist and Mar­shall is singing in the Lon­don pro­duc­tion of Lew Leslie’s musi­cal revue, Black­birds Of 1936.

Nige­ria has pro­duced some of the great­est musi­cians of the world. Prob­a­bly best known are juju mas­ter King Sun­ny Adé and the great jazzman Fela Aniku­lapo Kuti. But in an ear­lier gen­er­a­tion, Fela Sowande loomed quite as large. Sowande was suc­cess­ful in pop­u­lar music, as a band­leader in the ear­ly High­life scene, as well an accom­plished jazz per­former. He was also a fine clas­si­cal organ­ist and choral con­duc­ter. His largest body of work is church choral and organ music. Migrat­ing to Britain, he achieved instant fame as a con­cert pianist with a per­for­mance of Gershwin’s Rhap­sody in Blue, and sub­se­quently per­formed in duets with Fats Waller. He even­tu­ally returned to Nige­ria as a teacher, and then lived his last years in Ohio, where he is buried. Read more »

First-time listening for August, 2006

16290. (Siouxsie and the Ban­shees) Juju
Rough Guide to Brazil: Bahia:
. . . . 16291. (Tim­bal­a­da) “Motum­ba”
. . . . 16292. (Sylvia Tor­res) “Take Sarava”
. . . . 16293. (Daniela Mer­cury) “Swing Da Cor”
. . . . 16294. (Ze Paulo Beck­er) “A Vida e Boa”
. . . . 16295. (Riachao) “Pita­da de Tabaco”
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Thursday, August 24, 2006 — Moscow Nights on the Subway

One of those lit­tle moments of beau­ty. I was in the Finch sub­way sta­tion. There are musi­cians who busk in many of the sta­tions. In this case, it was an old man with an accor­dion. He struck up a few chords, instant­ly famil­iar to me. And to some­one else. A mid­dle-aged Asian woman, walk­ing by, also rec­og­nized what was com­ing, and imme­di­ate­ly began to sing. It was a trained voice, very beau­ti­ful. She sang, in Russ­ian, Vasi­ly Soloviev-Sedoi’s pop­u­lar song, Подмосковные Вечера. Now, most Russ­ian songs are sad and heart-tug­ging, but “Moscow Nights” is that, squared and cubed. It comes off best with a deep male voice — the most famous ver­sion is sung by Vladimir Troshin. But this woman was very effec­tive. By the time she was fin­ished, the whole, bustling mass of com­muters in the hall that led from the bus plat­forms to the trains was trans­fixed. Teenagers, who would nor­mal­ly turn up their iPods as they trudged obliv­i­ous­ly past any busker, were stop­ping to drop coins into the accordionist’s hat. The woman start­ed to dance as she sang. The crowd was mes­mer­ized. When the song end­ed, with moth­ers, chil­dren, busi­ness­men, stu­dents, and sub­way work­ers applaud­ing, the accor­dion­ists did not skip a beat, and launched imme­di­ate­ly into anoth­er song. Some opera tune, vague­ly famil­iar to me, but which I could not iden­ti­fy. The woman jumped into it instant­ly, singing the full aria in Ital­ian. More applause. Again, only a second’s hia­tus, and they were doing Bésame mucho, a song so corny that nor­mal­ly it’s unbear­able. But she gave it dignity.

Three songs, and then she obvi­ous­ly had to get to work, or what­ev­er. I spoke to her for a moment as we head­ed for the trains. Her accent was Kore­an. Did she speak Russ­ian? No, she said, she had mere­ly mem­o­rized the words pho­net­i­cal­ly. And she dis­ap­peared, name­less, with her gro­cery bags, down a crowd­ed esca­la­tor into the sil­ver cars that sped under the earth. Read more »

Monday, August 14, 2006 — Good …Not Respectable

When Joseph Milo, an out-of-work con­duc­tor and pianist in Mon­tre­al, learned that his building’s door­man was an out-of-work cel­list, and that his piz­za was deliv­ered by an out-of-work bas­soon­ist, he had an inspired idea. Mon­tre­al is full of immi­grant musi­cians who have knocked at the doors of the gold-plat­ed and respectable insti­tu­tions, and got­ten nowhere. Are they down-and-out because they are poor musi­cians? Or just because our soci­ety is too dumb to employ their tal­ents? The evi­dence of my ears points to the lat­ter. Now the Mon­tre­al Musi­cians of the World Sym­pho­ny Orches­tra plays in the base­ment of Côte St-Luc munic­i­pal build­ing. It’s not the Mon­tre­al Symphony’s hun­dred-mil­lion-dol­lar venue, but the music is good, and the blue-col­lar, blue-jeans audi­ence gets a good show. Sur­prise, sur­prise! — if good music is played at a log­i­cal price in an atmos­phere that isn’t ran­cid with pom­pos­i­ty, peo­ple flock to hear it.

Anoth­er small vic­to­ry in the end­less war we must fight against the scle­rot­ic forces of Respectability.

First-time listening for July, 2006

Sichuan Folk Song and Bal­lad, Vol.2:
. . . . 16130. (Cheng Yong-Ling) “Fly­ing Kites” [Sichuan Qingyin]
. . . . 16131. (Li Cun-Liang) “Plant­i­ng Cape Jas­mine Along the Wall” [Chongqing folksong]
. . . . 16132. (Lian Zheng-Hua) “Plant­i­ng Paulow­n­ia” [Yib­in folk song]
. . . . 16133. (Li Su-Hua) “My Dili­gent Sis­ter” [Chuan­nan folk song]
. . . . 16134. (Lian Zheng-Hua) “What a Cru­el Crab” [Naxi folk song]
. . . . 16135. (Li Cun-Liang) “Broth­er Wang’s Tune” [Hanyuan folk song]
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First-time listening for June, 2006

15845. (Frank Mills) The Poet and I
(Mike Old­fied) Work­ing Towards a Cli­max [per­son­al com­pi­la­tion by William Breiding]:
. . . . 15846. (Mike Old­field) “The Lake”
. . . . 15847. (Mike Old­field) “Crises”
. . . . [3478] (Mike Old­field) “QE2
. . . . 15848. (Mike Old­field) “Music From the Balcony”
. . . . 15849. (Mike Old­field) “The Wind Chimes, Pt.2”
Blu­van Tues ― Sounds From Tuva [com­piled by Spi­der Robinson]:
. . . . 15850. (Kon­gar-Ol Ondar) “Alash Khem (The Alash River)”
. . . . 15851. (Kon­gar-Ol Ondar & Paul “Earth­quake” Pena) “What You Talkin’ About?”
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DJ Qmar

The world­wide Tamil dias­pora sup­ports a thriv­ing dance and club scene. Among the young Tamil DJs, none has been more inno­v­a­tive than Kumar Narayanasamy, bet­ter known as “DJ Qmar”. He was born in Jaffna, Sri Lan­ka, but grew up in Den­mark, where he is still based. I have both his Tamil Vibra­tions albums, which you can often hear in my neigh­bour­hood (the old­est Tamil neigh­bour­hood in Toron­to). There are no lame remix­es of Amer­i­can rap on these gems! These mix­es are bold. http://www.tamilstar.dk/djqmar

Jesse Cook

06-06-10 LISTN Jesse CookNue­va Fla­menco is a style of gui­tar music that incor­po­rates jazz, latin pop, and mid­dle-east­ern ele­ments into tra­di­tional fla­menco. Jesse Cook, born in France of Cana­dian par­ents, and now oper­at­ing out of Toron­to, has been a superb prac­titioner of this style for a decade. The only one of his sev­en albums I have is Nomad (2003), which fea­tures won­der­ful vocals by the Egypt­ian singer Maryem Tol­lar on the song “Qaduk­ka-l-Mayyas”, per­haps the best item. The album incor­po­rates so many world influ­ences, with guest con­tri­bu­tions from Hos­sam Ramzy, Flo­ra Purim, the Afro Celts, and even the BoDeans (!), that the fla­menco ele­ment is some­times near­ly invis­i­ble. Cook is such a fine gui­tarist that he feels no need to be a con­stant cen­ter of atten­tion –— in sev­eral of the tracks he pro­vides only a mod­est accom­pa­ni­ment while oth­er mem­bers of the large ensem­ble take the spot­light. But when he does move into the spot­light, his gui­tar work is stun­ning, and his vocals pleas­ant. http://www.jessecook.com