Sunday, June 07, 2009

Gentle Music



My first memory of balalaika music was from the movie “Dr. Zhivago.” It was romantic and captivating, while quite foreign from anything I had ever heard.

Imagine a whole stage filled with balalaikas and their Russian cousins domras, with a couple of guslis, a few accordians, some flutes, and a small percussion section. That would describe the Washington Balalaika Society, as they performed on the stage of the Schlesinger Center last night.

All of the stringed instruments were from Russia, with the exception of one giant contrabass balalaika, which was made by the musician who played it. Most of the balalaikas have 3 strings, 2 of which are tuned to the same note. They don’t make a lot of sound, but enough of them sound like an army of beating wings of little birds.

We were treated to the all-time favorites of Russia, many of which we had heard throughout the years. There was Strangers in Paradise from Borodin’s Prince Igor, Moscow Nights, and of course Those Were the Days, which found the audience accelerating their clapping to a riotous finish.

What amazed me most was when the announcer asked how many of the performers had joined the group after hearing a performance and at least half of them stood up! Although there are clearly native Russians among them, it’s a rather diverse group who come together to celebrate this beautiful music from the old country.

Only in Washington, DC, would you find the largest balalaika troupe in North America!

5 Comments:

Blogger Cyndy said...

Only in DC would you find not one, but TWO balalaika orchestras! Several years ago I played a few concerts with the other group,the American Balalaika Symphony just for fun. I loved, just loved the sound of the contrabass balalaika. It was like the deepest tones of a harp, only louder! The sound of the group with all of those plucked strings playing together simultaneously is just heavenly. I really wish I still had time to participate.

10:36 PM  
Blogger Barbara said...

Cyndy -- Who knew there was so much interest in balalaika music here?! I do think HEAVENLY is a good way to describe much of this music.

11:04 PM  
Blogger karen said...

Just marvellous! Thanks for that.. oh, and I loved the story about the historical gift voucher, too!

2:39 AM  
Blogger Washington Cube said...

I wish I had known about this. I was up late last night and Melina Mercouri was on in "Never On Sunday," and the wonderful scene at the end when "Taki" won't play anymore because Homer has told him he can't read the notes and is, therefore, not a musician, and Melina lures him out of the bathroom by posing the question, "Can birds read notes, Taki? Do they stop singing?" Taki exits the bathroom, much bouzouki strumming and dancing and plate breaking ensue. We are not a culture given to breaking plates, but apparently we can support two balalaika groups in D.C., which is fantastic.

P.S. When I was a child I was taught the song, "Tum Balalaika." I haven't thought of it in years:


Shteyt a bocher, shteyt un tracht,
Tract un tracht dem gantze nacht:
Vemen tsu nemen un nit farshemen?
Vemen tsu nemen un nit farshemen?

Tumbala, tumbala, tum balalaika
Tumbala, tumbala, tum balalaika
Tum balalaika, shpil balalaika
Tum balalaika, freylach zol seyn.

Meydl, meydl, ch'vel bay dir fregn:
Vos kon vaksn, vaksn on regn?
Vos kon brenen un nit oyfhern ?
Vos kon benken, veynen on trern?

Narisher bocher, vos darfstu fregn?
A shteyn kon vaksn, vaksn on regn.
Libe kon brenen, un nit oyfhern.
A harts kon benken, veynen on trern.
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A young man stands, stands and ponders

He ponders and ponders all night long:

Whom to choose and not offend?
Whom to choose and not offend?

Sound bala, sound bala, sound balalaika

Sound bala, sound bala, sound balalaika

Sound balalaika, play balalaika
Sound balalaika, be joyful.

Maiden, maiden, can I ask you?
What can grow, grow without rain
What can burn, burn and not stop
What can cry, cry without tears?

Foolish young man, what are you asking?

A stone can grow, grow without rain,

Love can burn, burn and not stop
A heart can cry, cry without tears.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqyFGbyfGtU&feature=related

7:14 PM  
Blogger Barbara said...

Cube -- Sounds like you were well entertained although you missed a great show. Catch them again if you can.

I love the song and the translation. Who was teaching you Yiddish when you were a child?

8:33 PM  

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