V/A «Oytsres - Treasures. Klezmer Music» [1908-1996]

"In this period of rediscovery, revitalization and reinterpretation of music of the Jewish people of pre-Holocaust Europe, occasional infusions from the source help keep the music centered. In this latest klezmer anthology, producers Joel Rubin and Rita Ottens have included six rare examples of pre-World War I recordings from Europe. These include a couple of pieces from the Euro-Yiddish theater that have some melodic relationship (but not in presentation) to klezmer. Additionally there are two fascinating pieces by the State Ensemble for Jewish Folk Music of the Ukraine recorded in 1937 and 1939, along with one example of an obscure offshoot of the klezmer tradition, that of the Chassidic community in Israel. It will be very instructive to all fans of klezmer to compare the playing styles of these with that of musicians who recorded in America between the world wars. The greats of the first generation emigres to the United States are also here: Naftule Brandwine (fabulous, as usual), Dave Tarras (an example of his influential trio), Abe Schwartz, etc. This is another must-have for fans and students of old style klezmer music." - Stacy Phillips [ thanx to GhostCapital]


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Regina Spektor «Soviet Kitsch» [2005]

1921. War Communism. Deep in winter.


In a small soviet city an announcement is made: at dawn the party will donate some oranges to all the population, from a storehouse just outside the train station. At 06:00 a small crowd is already queuing. Two hours later a party official lifts the shutter and cries: "Comrades, I'm sorry to announce that the oranges are less than expected, and hence they wan't be distributed to the ethnic and linguistic minorities, who have their own channels of sustainment."

A group of old orthodox Jews leaves, sadly chanting their resignation prayers: "Ov vey, oy oy". Only soviet citizens remain in the queue, in the increasing cold. Two hours later the official comes out again to say: "Comrades the oranges are even less than what we previously told, we can donate only to party members."

The simple citizens leave in silence, cursing the official's mother in their minds. Only the party members remain in the queue. Hard, tough people well used to suffering in patience. They endure 2 more hours of queuing in the cold with revolutionary fervour. Then the official comes out again in evident embarrassment, to explain only senior party members will receive any oranges.

After 2 more incredibly long and cold hours the official comes out for the last time to say to the small group of remaining senior party members: "Comrades, we can count in your allegiance to the party, only to admit there are no oranges at all. Please go back to your houses." With proletarian discipline and obedience, the elder party members leave the place in silence. Just one of them whispers to the ears of his next-in-line comrade: "Vasilij, have you seen? the Jews, always lucky!".


After being told the nth joke mocking his people, Regina Spektor's father decided his family would quit the paradise of socialism, where his girl was born and had first learnt to play the piano, to reach the land of freedom in the US of A. Call it lack of humour, but if he hadn't done so back in 1989, today we would probably not have such a gifted, experimental, and provocative pop artist, as Regina undoubtedly is. Or maybe she would simply sing in Russian.


This is not a  - - - > joke.

Beirut «Gulag Orkestar» [2006]

Yankee kids are keen into questioning the meaning of life. Some go into the wild, some take a tour of Europe to discover the roots of a certain way of playing music, that we could somehow define gipsy-esque.

The latter was precisely the choice of Zachary Francis Condon, enfant prodige from Santa Fe New Mexico who came back from a trip to the Old Continent as a different man. The soundscape of the Balkans and the vivid images of his experience were forever to be part of him.

He then gathered the best musicians he knew and put up the band by the name Beirut, adding a pinch more of exoticism that never fails. Their debut album is the proof that the melting pot still has something to say to the world.

O rly? - - - > You tell me.

Via http://fourthstringthirdfret.blogspot.com