Category Archives: Japanese music

Monday, November 3, 2014 8PM. What’s New in Bamboo

What's New in Bamboo

What’s New in Bamboo

For this concert Elizabeth Reian will play premieres by Martin Shcreiner of Harvard; Tufts’ grad composers Wei Yang and Cagdas Donmezer; as well as a duet for two shakuhachis by John McDonald; and  a traditional piece. Composer and shakuhachi player Chris Molina also will appear with New York shakuhachi artist Marco Lienhard in pieces he has created.

The pieces we’ll be playing span traditional, to modern and contemporary. So expect to hear cranes, see birds of paradise, and hear new ideas and imagination at work. You’ll also hear three shakuhachi players from different genealogies, with different playing styles, a unique experience at Tufts.

Distler Hall, Granoff Music Center, 20 Talbot Ave., Somerville.  Info: (617) 627-3679

http://as.tufts.edu/music/musiccenter/visit/directions.htm

Free and open to the public
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Vignettes of Japan 2014

Japanese NightingaleI awake to the morning soliloquy of the uguisu, the Japanese nightingale. It is a soft, blue-sky day. I ride an old one-speed bike down the steep incline, and Mieko hunches painfully over her granddaughter’s child sized handlebars. She wears the typical country woman’s floppy white hat, cotton gloves and long funnels of cotton over her arms to keep off the sun. As we drop down, we pass the elementary school on the left, behind an immense wire fence. A group of children are in the act of synchronized lunges and jumping jacks, and shout in unison.

At the blind corner with the road leading to the river, we pause to peer around, cross over the deep storm ditch, and join the traffic. I memorize my landmark at the turn: stone lanterns that lead to a small shrine among the dark trees. We turn to take the path along the far bank. Walkers, a few joggers and a fisherman are already out. Here is Mieko’s plot. I am amazed, it is huge and vastly flourishing. The soil must be incredibly fertile, everything is enormous. I judge it about a quarter of an acre. For now we are to harvest only the strawberries and the snow peas.

It is pure pleasure to bend over the plants. These are the enormous strawberries sold in the shops, I’ve never picked such big ones, and they are splendid. Mouthwateringly sweet, perfectly ripe. In no time, we pick ten pounds. Next, to the peas, again, abounding, fat, sweet, delicious. Mieko rips up the plants and sets me down on a small plastic stool so I can strip the peas from the stalks. Curious walkers pause to have a look. I cull about four pounds. But today is not the day that Mieko sells anything, so she ignores them. She sends me away to wash some strawberries for a snack and cool off, as it is getting hot.

When I come to the spigot, not more than a few paces away, I feel embarrassed to wash them, as there are two aged folk resting quietly on the bench nearby, and there is no doubt that they will see the strawberries when I hold them under the water. The Japanese are so very polite, they would never take offense if I ate in front of them; I am a stranger. But they have not tasted these berries!

I notice a large person-sized space between them, so I sit down and offer my berries, well rinsed.

“No, no!” they say.

But I know they might never have tasted a strawberry straight from the plot, deep red —   and perfectly ripe — a flavor each a little different, some of flowers, some as though a touch of cinnamon has grown in, so sweet and good.

The husband is 90, and his wife is 88.

“Oh, what a good day!” she says.

Funny how the taste of something so good can make you happy.

When I get home from my first lesson with the koto (zither) teacher that day, Mieko is squatting at the front steps, attempting to feed a small feral kitten. She has been trying to tame it, bit by bit. The liquid call of the nightingale comes from quite close. Quick as a flash, the small cat leaps into the air and bats it down. It falls dead at my feet.

Elizabeth and friend

Elizabeth and friend

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Quarter to five and I hear the rubber purr of the scooter and a thump, the morning paper. Crows caw. I hear Mieko getting up. She wants to go down to the plot to get some strawberries for me to take south with me on my trip, if the garden is not too muddy. She is readying plastic sacks, I hear them, and a zipper drawn.

I’m on the Shinkansen platform, waiting for the bullet train at a car for those with unreserved seats, far too early. Careful lines have been drawn on the platform from each door, to indicate where passengers are expected to line up. There is no doubt that I will be first in the door –- no one else is here! A group of cleaning ladies arrives and they line up on the other side of the platform to wait for the arrival of the next train. They are decked out in pale salmon pants and blouses; lapels, cuffs and cap striped with white; white cotton gloves; and sneakers with matching salmon in the heels. Each carries a blue bag and a mop.

The train pulls silently and carefully in, aligning with the marks on the platform. The doors open and passengers begin to alight, and the waiting ladies bow to each in turn. Now a few passengers begin to line up on the other side of the door. The cleaning ladies disappear into the train. A group of engineers is gathering near me. They wear blue uniforms with gold braid at the shoulders. Then, in a marvelous joke, each wears a tie with vertical blue and white stripes that seem to pop off their chests with a life of their own. I suddenly realize that ties are usually striped diagonally, which prevents the optical effect.

A lovely warm sun falls down. My train pulls in. The cleaning ladies have crossed the platform to wait for my train, and now a few people have begun to line up behind me. I had no need to come so early. But I didn’t realize how the system works. Now I know to come twenty minutes before departure, when the cleaners arrive.

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I go over to visit my friends the Kawasaki’s in the afternoon. As I turn right at the snack place, I meet Rie-san coming out to do errands on her bike. In two years, age has rearranged her face. The lower half has somehow slipped and widened. I will see her later so she rides on. Then, as I reach the dusty park, Mr. Kawasaki, her father, comes down the narrow path from the house. This is where Mrs. Kawasaki used to wait for me in her apron, hands crossed at her waist, beaming. But she died over a year ago; I will never see her there again.

Kawasaki-san is out for a walk and I join him. He takes me on a walk I’ve never been, and I used to live here! Roses are blooming everywhere and the green of the trees lush. We start up a steep incline bordered by majestic walls made of immense boulders as seen in old imperial buildings, one of which materializes as we climb. I did not know it was here, and think, “I must return to explore another time.”

Mr. Kawasaki is a little unsteady on his feet, perhaps his peripheral vision is not what it should be. He holds his left hand out to touch, very delicately, whatever he passes, his hands with the long-nailed pinkie.

Back at the house, we make ourselves comfortable on the floor, and watch the sumo. Sumo has fallen out of favor here, no longer wildly popular as when I first came to Japan. You can see clearly from the TV that the hall no longer fills completely. I’ve watched it every time I’ve come, right here in this house. Now a Bulgarian and an Egyptian, to say nothing of the Mongolians, are part of the teams. We sit around the table chatting and drinking bancha*, commenting on the sumo. This is a house where I can drop in any time, I am so much at home it is like another skin. I hadn’t realized, but Mr. Kawakami is almost a year older than my father. He turns 94 soon. I hope he will still be here next time I come.

*bancha is a low-grade, coarse green tea

Please note that all names have been changed.

Japan Trip 2014

Elizabeth Reian Bennett Tokyo 2014. Photo: Reibokai

Elizabeth Reian Bennett Tokyo 2014. Photo: Reibokai

My trip to Japan this summer was extremely useful and great fun. This will be about music, and I’ll talk about my visit to a part of Japan new to me, Shizuoka Precture, in another blog.

I’ve been to Japan now twice without a shakuhachi teacher, as Aoki Sensei no longer teaches. I am aware of the fact that as someone who travels only every other year to Japan, and lives in the United States, there is still a huge amount to learn, and I needed to find a way to do that. So I decided to approach a  friend and Reibokai colleague to critique Sokaku Reibo or “Nesting Cranes”, which I would be performing.

K rented a room for us at a karaoke place in Kashiwa, northeast of Tokyo, not far from where he lives, at three bucks an hour. This is a real deal in Japan! And useful in a place like Tokyo where space is limited and walls are thin, especially for noise-making activities. Apparently many musicians use these rooms to practice as all are soundproofed.

We arrived at the building: quite a few stories, and filled to the top with karaoke rooms. Our room reeked of cigarette smoke, karaoke songs were blaring from the screen and we couldn’t find the lights, so we called for help. A padded vinyl sofa circled the room; a table exactly fitted into the space in the middle. Once it was quiet and the lights had been turned on, I folded my legs under me and began to play, kneeling on the couch.

K listened and made notes. I had known that cranes are a national image and symbol of marriage and fidelity, but K told me how the piece is traditionally played: the indigenous crane represents the tenderness and respect between parents and children, and thus – I was to pull back on sections I had earlier learned in lessons as places to “attack”, in particular, a famous flutter tongue section which is very difficult in the first half of the piece. I discovered that there is another flutter technique, which he recommended I interpolate with the flutter of the tip of the tongue, in order to “darken” or calm the pyrotechnics of that method, and this is the throat or uvula flutter, which I had never been taught, in fact, had never heard of! This must be developed from the gargle you feel in your throat when you brush your teeth or gargle salt water with a cold. He said he would walk me through it on Skype when I got home.

He also told me about clustering the repeated notes in small, odd numbered groups: this piece has repetitions of nine and seven times on the same note throughout. I found it all fascinating, as this is the first time I have ever discussed a piece: my whole training has been done in complete silence. Aoki Sensei did not allow talking!

Then K sat down and wrote alternate fingerings for the impossible meri notes (the chin-in position) which cannot be played quickly because of the difficulty of their fingerings and head positions, like E flat and F sharp, which I must now teach myself. This will speed up difficult passages in contemporary music considerably, although the shakuhachi will never match the speed and clarity produced by the keys of a western flute.

We had met on a Thursday; I played “Nesting Cranes” the following Saturday, and got bravos – my first! I had no idea Japanese listeners would shout in jiuta (chamber music); at least I had never heard it before, but I know it’s done in Kabuki, so why not jiuta? There is a special moment in Kabuki when this happens, by the way; the actor steps out onto the hanamichi, the part of the stage that extends from the main stage through the audience, almost dancing, in a regal, stylized way, and will freeze as he takes poses. For example, raise his arms, cross his eyes, turn his head, and pause. At which point, aficionados will cry out his name from the audience. They flash out in uneven clusters like popcorn bursting from the kernel, part of the excitement of the moment – the Japanese version of a bravo. A friend told me that some Kabuki veterans are given free tickets in exchange for the masterly timing of their calls. I wonder if those old connoisseurs of kabuki are still there in the back of the hall? The old theater has been replaced, and many of the old lovers of the art will be gone. All things western are the great attraction in Japan now, not the old inscrutable, indigenous ones.

I am playing “Nesting Cranes” in the photo above, and as I write this, have learned the uvula technique. The Japanese compare it to the sound of the suzumushi, called a ‘bell ring’ insect in the dictionary – we don’t have it here. The flutter in the throat passes over the tongue and vibrates in the lips to produce a very even, distinctive trill, unlike the tongue flutter, which is more dramatic, breathy and uneven.

 

Saturday, April 12, 2014, 3PM An Afternoon of Japanese Flute

takagi solo 2002

The Varis Performing Arts Series, Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine, Grafton, MA

To be held in the Kohnstamm Conference Room of the Jean Mayer Administration Building
201 Westboro Road
North Grafton, MA 01536
http://campusmaps.tufts.edu/grafton/

Elizabeth Reian will describe the early history of the shakuhachi, and include a selection of pieces that will range from early to contemporary, including an instrumental piece, Song of the Moon, and City of Lights, by John McDonald; with time for questions at the end.

Fans, come with your cameras and send me some pics! Signed CDs available at the venue.

World Music Concert April 6th , 3PM. Distler Hall, Tufts University

 

4-6-14 WEFT Faculty Concert Poster

 

 This concert will feature members of the world music program from the Tufts Music Department on the Japanese shakuhachi (Elizabeth Reian Bennett), Japanese koto (Cathleen Ayakano Read), Hidustani voice and accompaniment (Warren Senders), ethnic violin (Beth Bahia Cohen), ‘ud (Mal Barsamian), accordion (Michael McClaughlin), banjo (Rich Stillman), and guests.

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Distler Hall, Tufts University.
Perry and Marty Granoff Music Center,
20 Talbot Avenue,
Medford, MA 02155
Directions, PDFs & more:  http://campusmaps.tufts.edu/medford/
Information: 617.627.3679

 

Friday, March 28th 2014, 10:15 PM. Birds in My Heart: Nesting Cranes

wilson above edAs an experiment, Tufts University’s Music Department will have an all-night round of concerts on Friday, March 28th, and this is one. In Japan, Sokaku Reibo, or Nesting Cranes, is usually played in ten to twelve minute excerpts culled from the main piece, as it lasts 45 minutes when played in its entirety.  Multiple repetitions are skipped, as well as major parts of the composition, and the whole nature of the original is essentially unknown. Tufts’ Elizabeth Reian Bennett, shakuhachi Grand Master, will present a first full performance of this piece since the 19th century.

The sacred crane, symbol of happiness, vocalizes and dances throughout the day, and both sexes rear their young. In feudal times, only one crane a year was allowed to be killed, as a gift for a special feast for the emperor. This piece is a description in sound of the calls between the parent cranes and their nestlings, set among the leaping and prancing of the flock, and the lisp and suck of the marsh mud.

To see the cranes go to:

http://www.arkive.org/japanese-crane/grus-japonensis/video-09f.html

3-28-14 Granoff Al Night Music Festival TWiTM Image

Distler Hall, Tufts University.
Perry and Marty Granoff Music Center,
20 Talbot Avenue,
Medford, MA 02155
Directions, PDFs & more:  http://campusmaps.tufts.edu/medford/
Information: 617.627.3679

Upcoming concert on September 15

Three Dimensions: a reunion concert of composers

Sunday, September 15, 2013, 8 PM
Distler Hall, Tufts University. Perry and Marty Granoff Music Center, 20 Talbot Avenue, Medford, MA 02155
Directions, PDFs & more: http://campusmaps.tufts.edu/medford/
Information: 617.627.3679

9-15-13 3D poster

The program includes music for medieval flute and shakuhachi, the Japanese traditional flute; Baroque flute, piano and voice; a Baroque flute solo which is not quite a solo; some aleatoric music influenced by ancient Canadian and Japanese traditions; a piece for two pianos; songs for two sopranos and piano, and more songs to texts by Pablo Neruda, accompanied by percussion and Baroque flute – a varied program that brings together sonorities from around the world.

I will play a premiere by John McDonald for medieval flute (Na’ama Lion) and shakuhachi, called “Tuk”, as in missi-tuk, the Mystic River, which flows near us here. The other composers are Jorge Ibanez, Atsushi Yoshinaka and David Claman.