Blogs from David Korevaar http://www.davidkorevaar.com/blog/blogger/listings/dkorevaar Sat, 28 May 2016 23:52:44 +0000 Joomla! - Open Source Content Management en-gb Music Party in Kabul http://www.davidkorevaar.com/blog/entry/music-party-in-kabul http://www.davidkorevaar.com/blog/entry/music-party-in-kabul On Saturday, May 21, 2016, I was part of a remarkable party hosted by Allegra Boggess, Shabeer Kabuli, and Emma Ayres at their house in Kabul, which ended up being one of the most unusual and inspiring evenings of music I’ve ever heard.

The performers among the guests included a wonderfully varied group of musicians, from a classical pianist (me) to “The String Contingent,” an Australian-based acoustic folk group consisting of guitar (Graham McLeod, a Scotsman), violin (Chris Stone) and cello (Monique Bartkowiak), who played a wonderful collection of improvised and composed material, written by group members, and influenced by a wide range of styles.

String Contigent

Then Afghan music performed on rubab and tabla (Ramin Saqizada and Fraidoon Miazada—here’s an example of them on YouTube).

Music Party in Kabul

And, for a grand finale, two sitars played by Indian husband and wife virtuosi Abhishek and Murchana Adhikary with Fraidoon again on tabla (their website and an example of their playing).

Music Party in Kabul
Others there to listen were a broad representation of ANIM’s faculty, including Dr. Ahmad Sarmast, the founder and genius behind the Institute, clarinetist and composer Ustad Ahmad Shefta, and Ustad Murad Zarabi, who runs the academic side of the school.

The evening began with social time with dinner (centerpiece was an amazing special tandoori kebab that Shabeer had told me about the day before: whole lamb stuffed with spices and roasted in the tandoor), followed by a concert that could not have happened anywhere else, I think. The audience, that is, all of us who were there, sat around the living room on traditional Afghan cushions against the wall.

Music Party in KabulAt Allegra’s request, I began, on her Yamaha digital piano, playing the Schubert B-flat Impromptu and the last two sections of Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco’s Piedigrotta 1924, a Neapolitan Rhapsody. Certainly an interesting experience on the digital piano—pedal effects not quite what I’m used to, for sure, without the acoustical space that the inside of a grand piano gives.

Next came The String Contingent, doing three original tunes—Western instruments in the service of an eclectic and wonderful folkish music that had nothing to do with what I’d just played. Some fantastic fiddling, and great riffs from cello and guitar, a great mix of composed and improvised performance. This was only Monique’s second public outing with the group (the first had been the night before). She’s a temporary sub for Chris’s partner Holly, a bassist. She sounded like she’d been with them forever.

Then Ramin and Fraidoon showed off a number of fantastic Afghan tunes. Both are amazing on their instruments, and their collaboration was full of joy, energy, daring, and beauty. As someone who plays plenty of Western chamber music, watching this kind of collaboration is inspiring: how much these guys were in the moment, the playfulness of some of what they did together (is it over? It’s not!), the facial expressions when something worked particularly well. This was so engaging—I could have easily listened all night.

Music PartyTo finish, Abhishek and Murchana performed on their sitars joined by Fraidoon on tabla, giving us first a Hindustani piece, then a classical Indian one, showing another aspect of collaborative art: knowing a style so well that they can change on a dime, do a different thing than they’d originally planned because it fit the evening better, and play a continuous and engaging game of “can you top this” —“dueling sitars” as I told them later.

What a fantastic musical journey. Everyone there enjoyed all the offerings, varied as they were. The atmosphere, with a small international group in an intimate space, was inspiring for musicians and listeners (many of us in both roles). The coming together of such diverse musics—and the ability for all of us there to appreciate what we heard in spite of our individual unfamiliarity with some of the different musical languages—made for a musical evening I won’t soon forget. 


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david.korevaar@colorado.edu (David Korevaar) Recent Posts Wed, 25 May 2016 08:06:00 +0000
Goodbye Kabul http://www.davidkorevaar.com/blog/entry/goodbye-kabul http://www.davidkorevaar.com/blog/entry/goodbye-kabul Kabul MountainsThis is my last morning in Kabul—I’ll teach most of the day at ANIM, and then head for the airport for the long trip back to Boulder. I’ll miss the roosters crowing all night long, and the beautiful calls to prayer (I’m enough over jetlag now that I can sleep through them some nights). I’ll miss the sounds and color of the waking city. I’ll miss the stark beauty of the yellow-brown mountains that rise close by that I see from my window. This is a beautiful city physically, situated spectacularly in a large river basin surrounded by mountains. I’ve been lucky enough to have a couple opportunities to see a bit more than my immediate neighborhood, including a wonderful excursion to Paghman Palace (a recent folly by the government intended to host a conference that never happened) in the foothills outside Kabul. I won’t miss the yellow dust in the air, and the “Kabul cough.”

Friends in KabulAll of the Afghan people I’ve encountered here have been warm and welcoming. Of course, I’m living in a relatively safe bubble created by the community around ANIM, with no opportunities to mix outside of that community. Thanks to my connection to Baset Azizi, a trumpet student at ANIM who will be coming to Interlochen in Michigan to study this year (this is another story, in which my wife Robin played a central role), I was welcomed by Baset’s extended family for the main meal last Friday (the “weekend” here) along with a trip to the hilltop where the giant Afghan flag donated by India flies. With Baset’s family, I had the opportunity to meet ordinary (albeit relatively well off) Afghanis, and to enjoy some of the hospitality and fantastic food that this country is famous for.

Of course, the limitations for an American here are very real and not always easy to deal with: I have been reminded that it is not safe for me to walk (or run) the streets here. How I’d like to be able to go out for a walk in the morning, when it’s still relatively cool and the dust hasn’t risen yet, and enjoy the busy streets. How tempting to go and hike in the nearby hills. For two weeks, I’ve had to deal with the confinement of walled compounds and cars to get from one to the next, with the exception of some rare and wonderful strolls at Paghman Palace, and at a couple spots in Kabul. The Afghans certainly have no compunction about walking everywhere—often in the streets, since sidewalks are torn up in many places. (To be improved or replaced? Or is this permanent?) And the scene on Friday at the hilltop park we visited was of extended families picnicking on the shaded grass surrounded by generously blooming rosebushes.

In terms of the teaching, I’ve continued to enjoy working with the ANIM students, teaching piano, flute, marimba, and clarinet (!), as well as conducting three of the student orchestras (the large orchestra, the girls’ orchestra, and the chamber orchestra) and supervising the student conductors of these ensembles. I look forward to and hope for another opportunity to work with these students!

Students in Kabul
Today’s teaching was wonderful, but also a bit sad: hard to say goodbye to all these wonderful people, especially Arson, Bilal, Waheed, Tarunum, Moustafa, Zerifa, Nazira, Sima, Feiruza. Best was seeing Zerifa blooming as a conductor, after only a week. We worked together today for 45 minutes, mostly talking about rehearsal technique and people management, and then she led most of the rehearsal with the Girls’ Ensemble. She’s a natural leader, and she knows which questions to ask. The students responded well to her, and treated her with a great deal of respect. And she was good at hearing problems and working on them. I’ll look forward to seeing what she does going forward. Most of all, working with people like her makes me want to come back to Kabul and ANIM, to help the students continue to progress.

Postlude….
I made it to the airport, through the long check-in process (it’s time for the hajj, so there were a lot of people and the line was slow!), and into the departure lounge. At this point my flight out is delayed, and there’s a good chance I’ll be spending an unplanned extra day in Dubai. (Postscript: I ended up spending the night in the airport—the only real unpleasantness of these two weeks.)

 


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david.korevaar@colorado.edu (David Korevaar) Recent Posts Tue, 24 May 2016 08:06:00 +0000
Highlights from Kabul http://www.davidkorevaar.com/blog/entry/highlights-from-kabul-1 http://www.davidkorevaar.com/blog/entry/highlights-from-kabul-1 KabulAfter almost a week in Kabul, Afghanistan, I’m having the time of my life. I thought of starting with “It’s been a quiet week in Kabul” in a nod to Garrison Keillor’s Lake Wobegon, but thought better of it: after all, the last thing one could say about this city is that it’s quiet. 3.7 million people living in a low-rise metropolis sprawling over a broad valley surrounded by mountains—some very high ones (think the Utah Valley)—in which there are too many cars and too few good roads, plenty of roosters and dogs, and native birds and loudspeakers broadcasting the call to prayer from every direction starting at 3:30 a.m., and Chinese ice cream carts that play (I kid you not) “Happy Birthday” incessantly: not a recipe for “quiet”!

As an obvious American here, I can’t go out and walk (or run, as would be my habit at home or elsewhere abroad) in the streets—there is enough evidence that there is a high risk of kidnappings at this point. The expats I’ve met have various solutions to this beyond the obvious use of a driver in a non-descript car (taxi or Toyota). The most common is to take up riding a motorcycle. So, from my car-window vantage point what I see is a city that functions in its own chaotic way (not atypical for this part of the world) in spite of the omnipresent fortifications (security for private homes, police installations, and any other number of places including universities and the music school itself) and men in uniforms of all kinds casually carrying machine guns at guard posts and in front of higher-end businesses. On the other hand, the streets themselves are teeming with people carrying out their daily lives, from street food to amazing looking produce stalls (lots of these)—the piles of watermelons are especially impressive (and delicious). The men are dressed in all manner of traditional ways, mostly the shalwar style (tunic-like long-sleeved shirt to ANIMmid-thigh, loose trousers in the same light fabric, and a vest to decorate the generally subdued color of the uniform), but also in more western clothes (trousers and long-sleeved button-down with a jacket over). I see relatively few women in the blue burka of the most conservative families—most are dressed stylishly and colorfully, with head scarves artfully draped. Dare I say that this is actually very alluring? For a style of dress that we see in the west as repressive (and I won’t deny that experience for those who have had it), the creativity of the women is wonderful: there seems to be a great deal of joy expressed in the colors and style of dress, in spite of the requirement for covering up. 

ANIM, the Afghanistan National Institute of Music, is the inspired creation of Ahmed Sarmast, a bundle of energy, a man with a mission, someone who manages to navigate the politics of running a school and the politics of existing as part of a government system that is full of corruption, wild ideas, religious pressures, capricious edicts, you name it. He is a tiger in defense of his mission to educate everyone and to do it with boys and girls together and to preach the message that music is a civilizer and peacemaker. Within the walls of ANIM he largely succeeds; it’s what’s outside the walls that is beyond the control of anyone, with family pressures on the students in many flavors, especially for the girls, many of whom are refugees from more conservative parts of the country. The school tries to be a safe and equal-opportunity environment, where children of all economic and social strata can don their school uniform and function together.

Personal highlights of the week:

  1. Conducting the girls’ orchestra on Saturday
    My former student Allegra Boggess, who arranged for my visit, had asked me to work with them and to help the student conductors. So, it turns out that the students have the opportunity to lead their peers in rehearsals, and to learn the musical and leadership skills of conducting. Most of the music is arrangements (many by Allegra, whose talents amaze me) of Afghan music, with some Western classical music thrown in. The arrangements are skillfully conceived for the forces at hand, and the varying levels of the different players. My first meeting with the girls’ orchestra was the most fun I’ve had in years. We worked on two pieces, both traditional Afghan tunes, with two different student conductors. In each case, the orchestra read the piece with the student leading, and I then worked with both, doing a mix of conducting and showing the conducting student ways in which she could improve her conducting. The energy in the room, the eagerness of everyone to learn, the good spirits in spite of the heat and closeness of the air and the length of the rehearsal in the middle of the school day, and the audible improvement in the performances by the end of the session were evidence of the passion that makes this place run.

  2. David Korevaar with Friends in KabulArson Fahim
    I expected to be spending most of my time here teaching piano students, mostly at an elementary to intermediate level, and that is, in fact, what much of my schedule consists of. The standout piano student is Arson Fahim, who is also learning to conduct and to arrange. And, he is a lovely guy—warm, generous, gentle. I want to help him in any way I can. What a pleasure to teach someone who is passionate about the piano, passionate about learning, smart, and genuinely musical.

  3. Discovering my skills as a marimba teacher
    No, this isn’t a joke. I’ve had the opportunity to work with a couple of the mallet percussion students, who are currently without a regular teacher. It turns out that I can talk about reading music, feeling the swing of a rhythm, phrasing, and even some technical issues (like which hand is supposed to play what in a four-mallet etude). And, I can talk about making the marimba sing, and get a positive response for it, and a dramatic improvement in the musical result. It is inspiring to work with more students hungry to learn and passionate about music.

  4. Playing the flute in the chamber orchestra
    So, I let slip that I played flute through high school, and Allegra asked me to help out by sitting in the chamber orchestra and offering support and help to the players as needed. Today we went to the U.S. Embassy to participate in a joint project with the Bagram Brass—a brass quintet that is part of the large 10th Mountain Division Band, currently stationed at Bagram Air Base north of Kabul. Being able to sit in the chamber orchestra with all of the students, while working with two student conductors and seeing them improve has been an enormous pleasure. And, having sat next to the flutist Jamshid, I will give him some flute lessons before I leave. So glad I have another week here!


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david.korevaar@colorado.edu (David Korevaar) Recent Posts Sun, 15 May 2016 08:06:00 +0000