Saw the Voca People last night

I took my wife and son for their birth­days – which are a day apart – to see the Voca Peo­ple last night. It was a really won­der­ful show. This YouTube video doesn’t really do jus­tice to the full­ness of their sound – and every sound you hear is made with the human voice – but it give a good idea of what they do.


Ya’alili by 8th Day

My mother sent me the link to this music video by 8th Day. The music is great, but what made me smile the most was the lit­tle boy in peyos and a sweat­shirt with a Bat­man patch bop­ping to the beat. I also really appre­ci­ate the mix­ing of Sephardic and Ashke­nazic lan­guage and ref­er­ences through­out. Dis­cus­sion of lyrics, etc. is below the video.

Accord­ing to this dis­cus­sion on Jew­ish Lyrics, Ya’alili:

is a com­bi­na­tion of the sepharadic “Ya’lah”, a com­mon phrase in sephardic songs which roughly trans­lates as “come on”, and “li li li”, a com­mon filler in yid­dish songs (BTW, the word for ‘song’ in yid­dish is “leid”).

The lyrics – though it’s worth read­ing the whole dis­cus­sion at the above link – can be roughly trans­lated as follows:

Ya’alili, dance my beloved

It should be for­tu­nate, may it be,
G-d will­ing, it will be

The bride­groom, sephardi
the attrac­tive bride, ashkenazi

Mother Imeinu [our mother] sephardi,
Mama Rachel, ashkenazi

Baba Salli [a famous rabbi] sephardi,
Rabbi Nach­man, ashkenazi

It should be for­tu­nate, may it be,
G-d will­ing, it will be

Ya’alili, dance my beloved

Gina Gina sephardi
may we hear more ashkenazi

Yosef our father, sephardi
the eith day, ashkenazi

days for joy, sephardi,
have a good yom tov, ashkenazi

It should be for­tu­nate, may it be,
G-d will­ing, it will be

OKCupid Mines Its Own Data to Compare Gays and Straights & An Erotic Music Video (Definitely NSFW) I Wanted To Like a Lot More Than I Did

Brows­ing this morn­ing through Google Reader as a way of pro­cras­ti­nat­ing – I have some mun­dane but impor­tant work I need to fin­ish today and I just don’t want to do it – I found two posts from Vio­let Blue that intrigued me. One pointed towards dating-site OkCupid’s blog, OkTrends, and what it learned from min­ing the data it has col­lected from gay and straight mem­bers who have come to the site look­ing to meet peo­ple. Like Vio­let Blue, I found the “Gay Curi­ous” map per­haps the most inter­est­ing piece in the post, and I will let it speak for itself:

The other thing Vio­let Blue pointed me towards is an explicit erotic music video by the group The Good The Bad, whose music, now that I’ve lis­tened to a bit of it, I like a lot, espe­cially the fact that it is all instru­men­tal. The video, how­ever, which starts out as com­pellingly sexy, devolves into cliché when a porn-star-orgasmic-voice-over intrudes into what might have been a really inter­est­ing explo­ration – to the degree one could do this in a music video – of the woman’s rela­tion­ship to music and to the gui­tar as her instru­ment. Here it is so you can decide for yourselves:

‘030’ by The Good The Bad (UNCUT) from 030 on Vimeo.

The Tehran Symphony Orchestra in Geneva and Richard Taruskin’s “Common Fallacy”

Writ­ing in this past Thursday’s issue of The New York Times (Feb­ru­ary 4th), Michael Kim­mel­man com­pares the Euro­pean tour on which the gov­ern­ment of Mah­moud Ahmadine­jad sent the Tehran Sym­phony Orches­tra to sim­i­lar tours on which the for­mer Soviet Union would send its own world-class per­form­ers, such Svi­atoslav Richter.[1. Inter­est­ingly, the piece has two dif­fer­ent titles: “A Swiss Con­cert For an Audi­ence Back in Tehran” is the print ver­sion; the online ver­sion reads, “The Sour Notes of Iran’s Art Diplo­macy.”] The con­certs these per­form­ers gave served both to dis­tract West­ern audi­ences from the dis­si­dents the Soviet gov­ern­ment was exil­ing to the gulags and to force those audi­ences into “the moral com­pro­mise [that] attend­ing such pro­pa­ganda events” would require. Given that the Iran­ian symphony’s tour took place “around the time the Iran­ian gov­ern­ment exe­cuted two more polit­i­cal pris­on­ers, charg­ing nine oth­ers with wag­ing war against God, a cap­i­tal offense,“[1. And some of them are likely to be exe­cuted as well, as the gov­ern­ment in Iran gears up to intim­i­date the oppo­si­tion fur­ther in the days before Feb­ru­ary 11th, the anniver­sary of the found­ing of the Islamic Repub­lic.] it is likely that the Islamic Repub­lic was try­ing to imple­ment a sim­i­lar strat­egy. Indeed, the title of the music the orches­tra per­formed, “Peace and Friend­ship Sym­phony,” by Majid Entezami, would seem to make that strat­egy explicit. Kim­mel­man, how­ever, does not have kind words for the music, call­ing it “a four-movement jere­miad of mar­tial bom­bast and almost unfath­omable incom­pe­tence and silli­ness, orig­i­nally per­formed, accord­ing to Tehran Times, last Feb­ru­ary in Iran to cel­e­brate the 30th anniver­sary of the rev­o­lu­tion [and] reti­tled for this occasion.”

What struck me most about Kimmelman’s arti­cle, though, was not what he had to say about the sim­i­lar­i­ties between what Tehran was try­ing to do last month and what Moscow did dur­ing the Cold War, but rather what he had to say about the differences:

The dif­fer­ence now isn’t just that the Tehran orches­tra play­ing a pathetic Peace and Friend­ship Sym­phony is such a far cry from Emil Gilels play­ing Beethoven’s Emperor con­certo. More fun­da­men­tally, it’s that a tour by an anointed sym­phony orches­tra from the other side barely reg­is­ters in the West­ern polit­i­cal con­scious­ness. In an Inter­net age when everyone’s sup­pos­edly savvy to crude pro­pa­ganda, the pre­sump­tion seems to be that the Iran­ian tour doesn’t even rise to the thresh­old of newsworthiness.

But this pre­sump­tion is a result of what the Amer­i­can musi­col­o­gist Richard Taruskin calls a com­mon fal­lacy. The fal­lacy, he has writ­ten, con­sists in turn­ing “a blind eye on the morally or polit­i­cally dubi­ous aspects of seri­ous music,” as if “the only legit­i­mate object of praise or cen­sure in art” is whether it’s good or not.

“Art is not blame­less,” Mr. Taruskin writes. “Art can inflict harm.”

We take the blame-worthiness of art for granted when it comes to pop­u­lar cul­ture, crit­i­ciz­ing Avatar, for exam­ple, for being yet one more movie about a white guy who saves a nature-loving peo­ple of color or the writ­ers of a show like Bat­tle Star Galac­tica for how they write rape into the show’s nar­ra­tive; but it is good to be reminded that no art, not even clas­si­cal music, is with­out polit­i­cal sig­nif­i­cance, that it too can be used as pro­pa­ganda, to rein­force, or to sub­vert, the sta­tus quo.

In the con­clu­sion to his review, Kim­mel­man quotes an Iran­ian busi­ness­man liv­ing in Geneva. This man was angry because he kept “see­ing Ahmadinejad’s face in the music.” He said, how­ever, that his heart “goes out to the musi­cians. They’re vic­tims like the rest of us.“