{"id":29,"date":"2012-03-17T20:48:36","date_gmt":"2012-03-17T20:48:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=29"},"modified":"2012-04-03T14:21:56","modified_gmt":"2012-04-03T14:21:56","slug":"five-visionary-musicians-travel-to-the-apocalypse-and-beyond","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=29","title":{"rendered":"Five Visionary Musicians Travel to the Apocalypse and Beyond"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"fcbkbttn_buttons_block\" id=\"fcbkbttn_left\"><div class=\"fcbkbttn_button\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/Kevin Lynch\" target=\"_blank\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/wp-content\/plugins\/facebook-button-plugin\/images\/large-facebook-ico.png\" alt=\"Fb-Button\" \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div><div class=\"fcbkbttn_like fcbkbttn_large_button\"><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=29\" action=\"like\" colorscheme=\"light\" layout=\"button_count\"  size=\"large\"><\/fb:like><\/div><div class=\"fb-share-button fcbkbttn_large_button \" data-href=\"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=29\" data-type=\"button_count\" data-size=\"large\"><\/div><\/div><p>BY KEVIN LYNCH<\/p>\n<p>Kayhan\u00a0Kalhor\u00a0and Brooklyn Rider carried Milwaukee to the nether edge of pan-cultural, time-tripping music-making in a recent concert at Alverno&#8217;s Pittman Theater. Now we know why Pitchfork.com raved about these guys, and nary a guitarist among them.<\/p>\n<div class=\"mceTemp mceIEcenter\"><\/div>\n<p>Let&#8217;s start with Brooklyn Rider, which is classy-cool, not overdoing the hipper-than-thou theatrics that Kronos Quartet sometimes indulges. But this quartet band ain&#8217;t four-corner square fuddy-duds. Each player (save the cellist, who still romances his instrument in a loin embrace) performs standing up, unlike traditional or even most other \u201chip\u201d string quartets. They may not subject their axes to Pete Townshend arm wind-milling, but every once in a while you hear a full-throated ensemble power chord from their discretely amplified instruments.<\/p>\n<p>But such a stunning harmonic attack is no brain-and-body crunch. It\u2019s more a genuine heart palpitator, as in the second movement of the latest Philip Glass string quartet which opened the second half of their concert with a mewling, wailing, bird cry effect, a soulful sonic wave in time and space.<\/p>\n<p>Kalhor, by contrast, does sit \u2013 but he doesn&#8217;t even use a chair. Foregoing bourgeois conveniences is part of the rigor and ritual of Eastern and, in this case, Middle Eastern music. (Check it out: Brooklyn Rider is collaborating with an Iranian master, undercutting stereotypes of Iran as a bunch of jihadist\u00a0war mongers. The quartet\u00a0and Kalhor met in cellist Yo-Yo Ma&#8217;s Silk Road Ensemble tour).<\/p>\n<p>Intensely focused yet collectively attuned, Kalhor\u00a0is a compact man, a virtuoso of a four-stringed instrument, the kamancheh, with a gourd-like voice box that, despite its smallness, cuts through the Western string ensemble sonority easily as a lead voice. At times it almost keened, but eloquently.<\/p>\n<p>The concert ranged from \u201cAtasgah,\u201d inspired music by BRider violinist Colin Jacobson\u2019s experiences in Iran (like most non-classical groups, they compose some of their own material) to music drawing from the classical tradition, specifically Beethoven. \u201cSeven Steps\u201d reimagined segments of the German romantic master\u2019s genius into a contemporary m\u00e9lange befitting, say, today&#8217;s Web-surfing sensibility.<\/p>\n<p>But these riders were brave musical expedition guides bent on transporting listeners, after intermission. Again they balanced Western and Persian sources. The Glass quartet &#8212; music from the film <em>Bent &#8212; <\/em>characteristically doesn&#8217;t travel far harmonically but rather envelops the listener in its ardent sonic direction. Brooklyn Rider plays Glass music like second nature, lending all the sharp and supple dynamics that give the minimalist composer his expansively romantic \u00a0interest and enchantment. And in this ensemble\u2019s harmonies &#8212; both power chords and supple aural massages\u00a0&#8212; reminds the listener of the peerlessly quadrupled expressivity of the string quartet form.<\/p>\n<p>It all led up to this unique quintet\u2019s big \u201chit,\u201d if you can say that of a half-hour long piece, Kalhor\u2019s remarkable \u201cSilent City.\u201d BRider\u00a0had recently spoken with the great Indian jazz pianist-composer Vijay\u00a0Iyer\u00a0(who\u2019ll return to Alverno for a solo concert on March 10), and noted Iyer\u2019s characterization of music as \u201cnecessitating an architectural space for things to happen.\u201d That\u2019s \u201cSilent City\u201d to a T, though it began with the T virtually obliterated.<\/p>\n<p>Like the Glass, \u201cCity\u201d is essentially but richly modal, rising at first like the meager embers of devastated urban ruins. Here the composer\u2019s instrument creeps out tentatively amid the quartet\u2019s vast, bleak setting of shifting microtonal textures, a slow emergence somewhat reminiscent of, say, Barber\u2019s great<em> \u201c<\/em>Adagio for Strings<em>,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0rescored\u00a0as a tonally ambiguous soundtrack to Cormac McCarthy&#8217;s post-apocalyptic novel <em>The Road. <\/em>The group\u2019s muted but intensifying pitches uncover a furtive, slightly frightening aura, suggesting a lone surviving consciousness &#8212; in the tentative voice of Kalhor\u2019s kamancheh, with a memory\u00a0haunted by spectral echoes. At one point, the piece begins growing almost like a random seed windblown to a fertile spot; a tree grows in scorched Brooklyn? Actually, Kalhor\u2019s small, vertical instrument &#8212; with bulbous base, stalk-like neck and large pegs &#8212; resembles a growing plant.<\/p>\n<p>The sonic sun gradually spreads, mournfully illuminating a morning of disabused innocence and pensively posing musical questions: What happened? What did we do to our world? Where do we go from here? The light births a new day and a now-insistent rhythmic sense of human industry. At this point, one sensed the concert had gradually achieved a touch of greatness &#8212; certainly a heady, breathtaking majesty to match the inextinguishable hope of a new era of life, amid desolation and death.*<\/p>\n<p>The encore piece, bursting with joyously frenetic purpose, is titled\u00a0\u201cThe Bird,\u201d and depicted an intrepid winged creature \u201ctrying to fly to the sun,\u201d Kalhor explained afterwards. In a post-technological world, Nature leads The Way.<\/p>\n<p>_____________________________________<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>*The recorded version of \u201cSilent City\u201d is enhanced by a bassist and a bodhran percussionist. It would be interesting to hear this ambitious work played by an East-meets-West chamber orchestra.<\/p>\n<p>BTW, BRider has one of the coolest artist websites (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.brooklynrider.com\">www.brooklynrider.com<\/a>) I&#8217;ve seen, with homepage site tabs deftly integrated into a gloriously funky ink pen-and-watercolor cityscape portrait of Brooklyn, and an actual online art gallery.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Remember, blog comments are always welcome!<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>BY KEVIN LYNCH Kayhan\u00a0Kalhor\u00a0and Brooklyn Rider carried Milwaukee to the nether edge of pan-cultural, time-tripping music-making in a recent concert at Alverno&#8217;s Pittman Theater. 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