Posted on March 25, 2005
A week ago I watched a strangely complex and perverse movie called The Tin Drum. It’s about a boy named Oskar who rejects the “stupid” adult world and it’s hypocrises. At age 3, he stops growing and learns to assert some control over adults through beating on a tin drum and his vocal talents.
Tonight I decided to carry that drumming theme out a little longer. I got tickets to the world-renowned Japanese taiko drum troupe at Proctor’s Theatre in Schenectady. An evening of pulse-pounding percussion unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. The concert wasn’t merely something I watched or listened to. It was a cacophony of sounds that I felt — literally.
The vibrations of the drums shook my seat and pierced my mind. Kodo is the name of the troupe which stands for “heartbeat” and/or “children of the drum”.
Though I only stayed for one set, I was truly impressed with the performance. It felt great to be away from listening to my roommates watch reality shows on Thursday nights. Will there ever be an end to these annoying programs?
As written in the Times Union today…”Kodo has been rattling the roofs of theaters around the world with their big world beat for nearly a quarter-century. Formed on Sado Island off the coast of Japan in 1981, the troupe’s initial intention was to establish a school for traditional folk arts, including weaving, carpentry, pottery and woodworking. Originally, the drumming performances were intended as a way to raise funds for the school; soon, the drums took precedence.”
Before the show I talked with an author of a book about Kodo. The book describes how Kodo performers live on a small island and commune together. They eat, sleep, and play together. They cook, clean and gather food together. They practice for years and years together before they even take stage. The author went on to describe the types of fishing boats they use to net fish and oysters. An absolutely fascinating life style that I’d love to do a documentary on someday…if it hasn’t been done already.
Posted on March 23, 2005
Last night, Deb and I met at Troy’s Revolution Hall to cheer on one of my favorite 1980’s British bands, The FIXX. As expected, Lead Singer Cy Curnin, gave a great live rendition of some of my old favorites; “Secret Separation”, “Saved By Zero” and “Stand or Fall”. I loved this band in the 1980’s! Their second album released in 1983, “Reach the Beach” had this super catchy single, “One Thing Leads to Another” and yes, they played it! Deb and I were in nostalgic heaven! Swaying, clapping and jumping around like teenage girls to crinkly gray-haired British Pop legends. Sadly, time has not been kind to my road-touring icons…but twenty years ago, Teen Beat posters of them, Bowie, and Berne lined my bedroom walls. Their “New Wave” sound, darker and moodier than most, became a staple in my collection and Deb and I talked about how fortunate we were to grow up during the Arms Race and MTV generation. For it was in the 80’s that conscience-evoking lyrics, like those written by The Fixx, shaped a listeners perception of the world. Today’s MTV rapsheet is a disgrace. After the show I took away a produced bootleg for a few bucks and a couple snapshots. Their photos are hanging by my bedside again.
Posted on March 21, 2005
In early Indian folklore, owls represent wisdom, helpfulness and are said to have powers of prophecy. If that’s true, my seeing at least 5 of these noctural birds, this week alone, could be a good omen. On the other hand, my sightings of these beautiful creatures occured while driving past large open fields recently mowed down for development. Trees, trees, and more trees, all carelessly leveled without concern for the animals and birds that once called these woods their home. It breaks my heart, I tell ya, and if a sad song happens to be playing on XM, well, that’s it, I’m weeping like a baby before I know it. One remaining owl seems not to want to leave, despite the development holocaust destroying all that was once her domain. She stays true to her roots – determined to stay, refusing to admit defeat. To add to my angst on this subject, my mindless neighbor castrated his big beautiful pine in our shared backyard. I couldn’t stop myself. “If I’d known you were going to cut down a tree, I would have chained myself to it!” I shouted on the phone. He laughed…”but it was so ugly Sony”. Ugly? Ugly? My mind can’t fathom the logic. With so many trees falling victum to development and a neighbor who deliberately cuts one down for aestetics, I’m thinking, like the owl, I too need to fly and find a new home!