For those of you who wanted to read anything about Vladimir Oidupaa: I found this short article on the internet in Russian. It has been awhile since I have read anything in russian, so my translation may take some time and of course with some mistakes. but here's the original text.
По истечении тюремного срока в Туву вернулся талантливый исполнитель горлового пения Владимир Ойдупаа
Владимир Ойдупаа спустя 15 лет вернулся. Ходили слухи, что он давно сгинул в местах не столь отдаленных. Но Ойдупаа снова в Туве. Живой и невредимый. За плечами - тюремный баян и три «ходки» на зону. Как подсчитал корреспондент службы информации ГТРК "Тыва" Назым Доржу, за 57 лет жизни он провел за решеткой 34 года. 15 лет назад Ойдупаа нашел своих поклонников буквально на улице. Вернее он сам пошел к ним на встречу.
Взял силой своего нетрадиционного исполнения горлового пения. Выступления на вокзалах среди толпы – его коронный номер. Когда-то он мог бесплатно поехать на рейсовом автобусе в любой район Тувы. Именно своеобразное исполнение горлового пения в стиле каргыраа, да еще в сопровождении баяна когда-то принесло ему славу. Его звездный час настал в начале 90-ых. Были поездки в Швецию, в Швейцарию. А в Туве, по его словам, в то время он ездил по районам собирать голоса для самого Каадыр-оола Бичелдея. Аудиокассеты хорошо раскупались. Были свои слушатели. Сейчас Ойдупаа считает, что это просто детский лепет по сравнению, с тем, чего он достиг там, на зоне. Утверждает, что отшлифовал некоторые вещи так, что в ближайшие сто лет никто не сумеет повторить. Коллекция из трех баянов - это все, что горловик накопил за свою жизнь. Позади лагерь в Кемерово, где он провел последние 15 лет. Там он чинил баяны, и снова играл, удивлял. Один местный телеканал даже снял о нем репортаж. По закону он теперь чист. Но существуют неписанные, негласные законы. И негативное отношения части общества ему вряд ли удастся преодолеть. Ореол мученика и налет тюремной псевдоромантики в данном случае не уместен. Для многих людей Ойдупаа - человек из другой системы, из другой жизни, где действуют свои понятия, ценности. Как зэк, а может быть как музыкант, он всегда жаждал свободы. Но его колея почему-то всегда приводила туда же - в тюрьму. Винить за это ему некого, разве что самого себя. Его жизнь, как черно-белые клавиши баяна. Без баяна и каргыраа для многих он был бы просто уголовником. Как всякий талантливый человек, Владимир Ойдупаа никогда – даже до отсидки в тюрьме - не вписывался в привычные рамки. Время от времени на тувинской эстраде появляются исполнители, которые предпринимают попытки по манере игры, исполнения каргыраа, копировать Ойдупаа. Наличие подражателей – верная примета исключительности творческой личности. Говорят, талант не продается. Но его можно разменять на мелочи. На вокзалах. И на всю оставшуюся мелочь можно уехать совсем не туда. Может быть опять на зону.
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by saint » Sat Aug 18, 2007 2:13 am
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translation of the article
by saint » Sat Aug 18, 2007 4:04 am
Once again, there may be a few sentences here and there where I have translated completely incorrectly. Please correct me if I have. so here's the translation of the text.
Vladimir Oidupaa has returned after 15 years. There were rumors that he died in a place not so far away. But Oidupaa is once again in Tuva- alive and harmless. On his shoulders rest- a prison bayan (accordion only with buttons) and three trips to prison. Hazym Dorju, a correspondent for GTRK "Tyva", has counted and estimated that 57 year old Oidupaa spent 34 years of his life in prison. Oidupaa made his fans, literally, on the streets 15 years ago. Actually, he went to the people on the streets.
His non-traditional performance of throat singing became immensely popular. Singing among crowds at train stations is his main/grand performance. There was even a time when he could get a ride for free to any district/state in Tyva. Namely, singing in a personalized style of Kargyraa and with the accompaniment of bayan brought him popularity. His time to shine was in the early nineties. He even traveled to countries such as Switzerland. And in Tuva at that time, according to himself, he traveled through different districts to find talented singers for the famous Kaadyr-Ool Bicheldei. Tapes were being sold very well. Now Oidupaa thinks all of it (his own singing) is just a child’s play compared to his singing achievements in prison (I may have translated the sentence wrong). He says that the way he did certain things were so hard that nobody can replicate it in the next 100 years (I’m not sure if I translated this sentence correctly). A collection of three bayans is all that he accumulated during his lifetime. Kemerovo is where he spent the last 15 years. There he fixed bayans, and once again performed and astonished people. A local TV channel even did a small story on him. Now, according to the law, he has served his time and is blameless. But there are unwritten and unspoken laws as well. Fighting against that part of the society that still holds him guilty is something not worth doing. For most people Oidupaa is a man from a different system, from a different life, where the school of thought is different, where values are different. Like a convict, or maybe like a musician, he has always longed for freedom. But his path, for some reason, has always led to him prison. He does not have anyone to blame for this fate, especially himself. His life is like the black and white buttons of the bayan. Without the bayan and kargyraa, he would have been considered as a regular convict by many. Just like any talented person, Vladimir Oidupaa- even before he went to prison- was not entered into habitual frameworks (I’m not sure if I translated this sentence correctly in the context). From time to time, a few performers appear on the Tuvan music scene, who try to copy and imitate Oidupaa’s style of singing and playing. But the presence of imitators is a true testament to the exclusive creative/artistic ability of the person. They say a talent is never up for sale. But you can exchange it for trifles at train stations. And on all the left over trifles you can be going in the wrong direction. Maybe going again to prison.
Vladimir Oidupaa has returned after 15 years. There were rumors that he died in a place not so far away. But Oidupaa is once again in Tuva- alive and harmless. On his shoulders rest- a prison bayan (accordion only with buttons) and three trips to prison. Hazym Dorju, a correspondent for GTRK "Tyva", has counted and estimated that 57 year old Oidupaa spent 34 years of his life in prison. Oidupaa made his fans, literally, on the streets 15 years ago. Actually, he went to the people on the streets.
His non-traditional performance of throat singing became immensely popular. Singing among crowds at train stations is his main/grand performance. There was even a time when he could get a ride for free to any district/state in Tyva. Namely, singing in a personalized style of Kargyraa and with the accompaniment of bayan brought him popularity. His time to shine was in the early nineties. He even traveled to countries such as Switzerland. And in Tuva at that time, according to himself, he traveled through different districts to find talented singers for the famous Kaadyr-Ool Bicheldei. Tapes were being sold very well. Now Oidupaa thinks all of it (his own singing) is just a child’s play compared to his singing achievements in prison (I may have translated the sentence wrong). He says that the way he did certain things were so hard that nobody can replicate it in the next 100 years (I’m not sure if I translated this sentence correctly). A collection of three bayans is all that he accumulated during his lifetime. Kemerovo is where he spent the last 15 years. There he fixed bayans, and once again performed and astonished people. A local TV channel even did a small story on him. Now, according to the law, he has served his time and is blameless. But there are unwritten and unspoken laws as well. Fighting against that part of the society that still holds him guilty is something not worth doing. For most people Oidupaa is a man from a different system, from a different life, where the school of thought is different, where values are different. Like a convict, or maybe like a musician, he has always longed for freedom. But his path, for some reason, has always led to him prison. He does not have anyone to blame for this fate, especially himself. His life is like the black and white buttons of the bayan. Without the bayan and kargyraa, he would have been considered as a regular convict by many. Just like any talented person, Vladimir Oidupaa- even before he went to prison- was not entered into habitual frameworks (I’m not sure if I translated this sentence correctly in the context). From time to time, a few performers appear on the Tuvan music scene, who try to copy and imitate Oidupaa’s style of singing and playing. But the presence of imitators is a true testament to the exclusive creative/artistic ability of the person. They say a talent is never up for sale. But you can exchange it for trifles at train stations. And on all the left over trifles you can be going in the wrong direction. Maybe going again to prison.
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by mcrofoot » Sat Aug 18, 2007 6:58 am
Hi All! Ekki!!!
The great Vladimir Oidupaa is said to have found God or Spirit while in prison this last time. So did I , kinda sorta...
From my recent tour in Tuva,
See, here:
Crowfoot's Oidupaa story, and I'm stickin' to it!
In the movie Genghis Blues Paul Pena went right up next to Kongar ol-Ondar in the Concert Hall lobbyand began throat singing one of Paul's favorite Tuvan folk songs. If I remember right, inn the movie you can see Kongar turn quickly around in amazement at Paul’s singing, and then Kongar’s face broke into his world famous smile, much like the smile of a joyful Buddha that I can well imagine. Well, a real long story short, one thing led to another and with the generous on-line “Friends of Tuva” monetary support and such, Paul had all of his expenses to get to Tuva and back and for all his expenses while in Tuva in 1995. You might want to see the movie. I guess Steve Sklar was there, huh Steve?
Well anyways, to cut to the chase about me having the freakin' audacity to sing Oidupaa style in public at the Ustuu-Khuree World Music Festival in Tuva in 2007, Paul had developed what he thought was a pretty good Oidupaa style throat singing technique which he much wanted to share with his Tuvan friends during some of his many public performances there. In the movie, you can quite clearly see the faces of various Tuvan people in the dressing room of a concert hall just after Paul first expressed his strong interest in attempting Oidupaa style in public. The Tuvan men’s faces showed much chagrin, confusion and maybe even fear, but not anger. For Oidupaa was again in prison for some sort of bad crime—this being, I believe, his third long stretch in prison. In Russian Tuva one simply did not publicly share something that was unique to a person in prison, and was thus in disgrace. This action was never done, would be very disturbing for the performance listeners and would quite possibly draw the unwanted attention of the Russian authorities. The movie tantalizes the viewer about whether or not Paul will ever perform Oidupaa style in Tuva through much of the movie and makes ambivalently clear that Paul never did do this kind of performance while there. (In a side note, I am reminded that also all through the movie we see Kongar again and again say that poor ole blind and much overweight Paul needed to ride a Tuvan horse before he left Tuva, so as to completely become also a Tuvan man. Time and again you hear Paul cursing under his breath about the insistence of Kongar, muttering one time that he did not want to fall off the poor horse in a bloody heap doing a little “exterior decoration” of the horse. While, in the last five minutes of the movie and on Paul’s last day in Tuva, they show Kongar helping a clearly fearful Paul Pena, Esquire-- to mount a Central Asian horse from the steppes at Kongar’s family home near Chadaana. And Kongar led Paul on the horse on down the road, together…)
Well, my Oidupaa style has to be nearly as good as Paul’s was (he died about 2 years ago). And Vladimir Oidupaa had performed on the Ustuu-Khuree Festival stage the previous day, so that taboo was laid to rest—so I decided to perform my best Oidupaa style in the throat singing way. I use his soulful, bluesy style almost exclusively when I want to honor what my friends at the Anima Center in the Gila Wilderness have coined as “dancing with the broken heart of Gaia”, the Mother Earth…
http://www.animacenter.org/
Sooo, I plucked up my courage, always an easy thing for me to do these days, and sang my best for about one minute. Thus, I throat sang in Oidupaa style at Ustuu-Khuree— perhaps the third person in the world to consciously do so in public, after Igor Koshkendey of Chirgilchin. When I finished, there seemed to be a bit of a slightly stunned silence, maybe even an awkward silence and then there was rising scattered applause and it grew into a a bit more applause and then Devan and I began our final number. Devan began again with, first his khoomei and then I joined him, and then Devan switched over to his very nice and wonderfully harmonic kargyraa and I followed him. Then, after a short and pregnant pause, Devan started khoomei throat singing something I have never heard of or imagined—and I can’t quite describe it even yet. But it was something like rapid fire English nonsense words and vowels and consonants interspersed with his wonderful harmonics and high sygyt trills. I stood there sort of awe-struck, beaming my best, most seriously fun smile at him and at the crowd in support of Devan and then I joined in for another minute or two and when we were finished there was much applause. It turned out that Devon and I were filmed at the Festival while we performed this last time on the stage during the Gala Concert, and two or three days later we were seen on Tuvan National Television. The joke that I told quite often afterwards in Kyzyl, and then others began to tell, was that the newspersons’ background commentary probably went something like: “Well, here are the two Americans Devan Miller and Michael Crofoot performing some throat singing at the beginning of the Gala Concert at the Ustuu-Khuree World Music Festival. Aren’t they cute? Now it is abundantly clear that these two Americans can not throat sing very well, but they sure do try hard. God bless them! And God bless Tuva!” Or something like that...
July 28th: I went to bed late and got up early—packing up all my belongings right away and I still had to run after my Festival minibus to catch my ride because of a little miscommunication. Dr Valentina Suzukei was seated in the front left seat of the bus with my friend and main translator Aldynai sitting snugly beside her in the little seats. The great Vladimir Oidupaa was seated across the isle in the front right seat with his very tall, Mongolian-looking female singing partner—and there, in front of Oidupaa was his old accordion, securely tied closed. The Japanese woman Mao sat in our seat to the left of me, proudly holding in her lap the 3 or 4 pounds of certificates, books, framed and glassed photo and something else for her Gala Concert awards for winning her musical genre competition. I admired and inspected Moa’s gifts and after a while she just fell into deep, deep sleep—her head way back and mouth wide open sort of snoring peaceably. After we went past the most Holy of Holy Mountains in Tuva, Bear Mountain or Khairakan, and we had a chance to pay our respects— Oidupaa reached down and untied his accordion, his precious bayan and brought it up to his lap, with Aldynai and Valentina and me clapping. Oidupaa went ahead and launched into one of his most widely loved song, and a greatly sorrowful song it is— and just went ahead and belted out his rich and unique throat sung lament, probably a lament for something much treasured, apparently lost. Then he went into a rollicking traditional song and Aldynai and Valentina sang along with him, although in their normal singing voices and I quietly throat sang in back of them. I reached over and felt his suit coat clothe between my thumb and my forefinger for the briefest of moments. Then Oidupaa starting singing a Tuvan song that was apparently risqué, with the two ladies in front kind of giggling and Oidupaa smiling broadly with many gold teeth. The other ten or so mainland Russians were in various stages of very hung over from all the vodka of the past few days save one earnest, middle aged Russian who squeezed in besides the two young Tuvan woman just behind Oidupaa and him listening also very intently. Every so often we would shake hands as we were clearly in the presence of Greatness. And on and on went Oidupaa throat singing along with his accordion. He hugged and embraced his best friend, his dear bayan, just as Bengt and so many other fiddle players I have seen embrace their chosen instrument for making the good music. After a solid hour of his songs sung along the very bumpy road—Oidupaa abruptly ceased making music and closed down his accordion and put it safely back down in front of his feet, sighing and releasing his taut body back into the cushioned seat.
In another 2 hours we were back in downtown Kyzyl, and I hit the ground running, running for the Mission.....
The great Vladimir Oidupaa is said to have found God or Spirit while in prison this last time. So did I , kinda sorta...
From my recent tour in Tuva,
See, here:
Crowfoot's Oidupaa story, and I'm stickin' to it!
In the movie Genghis Blues Paul Pena went right up next to Kongar ol-Ondar in the Concert Hall lobbyand began throat singing one of Paul's favorite Tuvan folk songs. If I remember right, inn the movie you can see Kongar turn quickly around in amazement at Paul’s singing, and then Kongar’s face broke into his world famous smile, much like the smile of a joyful Buddha that I can well imagine. Well, a real long story short, one thing led to another and with the generous on-line “Friends of Tuva” monetary support and such, Paul had all of his expenses to get to Tuva and back and for all his expenses while in Tuva in 1995. You might want to see the movie. I guess Steve Sklar was there, huh Steve?
Well anyways, to cut to the chase about me having the freakin' audacity to sing Oidupaa style in public at the Ustuu-Khuree World Music Festival in Tuva in 2007, Paul had developed what he thought was a pretty good Oidupaa style throat singing technique which he much wanted to share with his Tuvan friends during some of his many public performances there. In the movie, you can quite clearly see the faces of various Tuvan people in the dressing room of a concert hall just after Paul first expressed his strong interest in attempting Oidupaa style in public. The Tuvan men’s faces showed much chagrin, confusion and maybe even fear, but not anger. For Oidupaa was again in prison for some sort of bad crime—this being, I believe, his third long stretch in prison. In Russian Tuva one simply did not publicly share something that was unique to a person in prison, and was thus in disgrace. This action was never done, would be very disturbing for the performance listeners and would quite possibly draw the unwanted attention of the Russian authorities. The movie tantalizes the viewer about whether or not Paul will ever perform Oidupaa style in Tuva through much of the movie and makes ambivalently clear that Paul never did do this kind of performance while there. (In a side note, I am reminded that also all through the movie we see Kongar again and again say that poor ole blind and much overweight Paul needed to ride a Tuvan horse before he left Tuva, so as to completely become also a Tuvan man. Time and again you hear Paul cursing under his breath about the insistence of Kongar, muttering one time that he did not want to fall off the poor horse in a bloody heap doing a little “exterior decoration” of the horse. While, in the last five minutes of the movie and on Paul’s last day in Tuva, they show Kongar helping a clearly fearful Paul Pena, Esquire-- to mount a Central Asian horse from the steppes at Kongar’s family home near Chadaana. And Kongar led Paul on the horse on down the road, together…)
Well, my Oidupaa style has to be nearly as good as Paul’s was (he died about 2 years ago). And Vladimir Oidupaa had performed on the Ustuu-Khuree Festival stage the previous day, so that taboo was laid to rest—so I decided to perform my best Oidupaa style in the throat singing way. I use his soulful, bluesy style almost exclusively when I want to honor what my friends at the Anima Center in the Gila Wilderness have coined as “dancing with the broken heart of Gaia”, the Mother Earth…
http://www.animacenter.org/
Sooo, I plucked up my courage, always an easy thing for me to do these days, and sang my best for about one minute. Thus, I throat sang in Oidupaa style at Ustuu-Khuree— perhaps the third person in the world to consciously do so in public, after Igor Koshkendey of Chirgilchin. When I finished, there seemed to be a bit of a slightly stunned silence, maybe even an awkward silence and then there was rising scattered applause and it grew into a a bit more applause and then Devan and I began our final number. Devan began again with, first his khoomei and then I joined him, and then Devan switched over to his very nice and wonderfully harmonic kargyraa and I followed him. Then, after a short and pregnant pause, Devan started khoomei throat singing something I have never heard of or imagined—and I can’t quite describe it even yet. But it was something like rapid fire English nonsense words and vowels and consonants interspersed with his wonderful harmonics and high sygyt trills. I stood there sort of awe-struck, beaming my best, most seriously fun smile at him and at the crowd in support of Devan and then I joined in for another minute or two and when we were finished there was much applause. It turned out that Devon and I were filmed at the Festival while we performed this last time on the stage during the Gala Concert, and two or three days later we were seen on Tuvan National Television. The joke that I told quite often afterwards in Kyzyl, and then others began to tell, was that the newspersons’ background commentary probably went something like: “Well, here are the two Americans Devan Miller and Michael Crofoot performing some throat singing at the beginning of the Gala Concert at the Ustuu-Khuree World Music Festival. Aren’t they cute? Now it is abundantly clear that these two Americans can not throat sing very well, but they sure do try hard. God bless them! And God bless Tuva!” Or something like that...
July 28th: I went to bed late and got up early—packing up all my belongings right away and I still had to run after my Festival minibus to catch my ride because of a little miscommunication. Dr Valentina Suzukei was seated in the front left seat of the bus with my friend and main translator Aldynai sitting snugly beside her in the little seats. The great Vladimir Oidupaa was seated across the isle in the front right seat with his very tall, Mongolian-looking female singing partner—and there, in front of Oidupaa was his old accordion, securely tied closed. The Japanese woman Mao sat in our seat to the left of me, proudly holding in her lap the 3 or 4 pounds of certificates, books, framed and glassed photo and something else for her Gala Concert awards for winning her musical genre competition. I admired and inspected Moa’s gifts and after a while she just fell into deep, deep sleep—her head way back and mouth wide open sort of snoring peaceably. After we went past the most Holy of Holy Mountains in Tuva, Bear Mountain or Khairakan, and we had a chance to pay our respects— Oidupaa reached down and untied his accordion, his precious bayan and brought it up to his lap, with Aldynai and Valentina and me clapping. Oidupaa went ahead and launched into one of his most widely loved song, and a greatly sorrowful song it is— and just went ahead and belted out his rich and unique throat sung lament, probably a lament for something much treasured, apparently lost. Then he went into a rollicking traditional song and Aldynai and Valentina sang along with him, although in their normal singing voices and I quietly throat sang in back of them. I reached over and felt his suit coat clothe between my thumb and my forefinger for the briefest of moments. Then Oidupaa starting singing a Tuvan song that was apparently risqué, with the two ladies in front kind of giggling and Oidupaa smiling broadly with many gold teeth. The other ten or so mainland Russians were in various stages of very hung over from all the vodka of the past few days save one earnest, middle aged Russian who squeezed in besides the two young Tuvan woman just behind Oidupaa and him listening also very intently. Every so often we would shake hands as we were clearly in the presence of Greatness. And on and on went Oidupaa throat singing along with his accordion. He hugged and embraced his best friend, his dear bayan, just as Bengt and so many other fiddle players I have seen embrace their chosen instrument for making the good music. After a solid hour of his songs sung along the very bumpy road—Oidupaa abruptly ceased making music and closed down his accordion and put it safely back down in front of his feet, sighing and releasing his taut body back into the cushioned seat.
In another 2 hours we were back in downtown Kyzyl, and I hit the ground running, running for the Mission.....
Throat singing is one of the revolutionary forces of our planet. Let us use it for good. I guess we go into ourselves and then go back out to the people with this throat singing way.
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by imnotelmo » Sat Aug 18, 2007 1:30 pm
wow! that's a fairly rare privilege to
get a private performance from Oidupaa.
though it sounds as if he's planning on
doing music full time.
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get a private performance from Oidupaa.
though it sounds as if he's planning on
doing music full time.
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What about more of my stories and photos of Tuva on the Net?
by mcrofoot » Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:28 am
Hey there imnotelmo! Me neither. Then who the heck is?
Yeah, we felt really blessed to witness the great Vladimir Oidupaa performing again up on the Ustuu-Khuree World Music Festival and right next to us on the minibus going back to Kyzyl!
It truely brought tears to me eyes-- and it was kind of like watching Billie Holiday and Muddy Waters coming back to life again, full of vim and vigor... Oidupaa does the Blues like nobody does the Blues.
I gots a bunch of such stories and a bunch of pretty darn good photos of the Festival and of Tuva here, and am doing heaps of research on Tuva, etc. A other few people have said that I should go ahead and post up on the Internet some more of these stories plus the photos to go along with them...
I gots good stories and photos of Albert Kuvezin of Yat Kha; of the stellar Sean Quirk; of shy and gentle Mao-- the young lady from Japan whose excellent kargyraa drops her voice down at least three octaves and a favorite of the Festival crowd; of Kongar ol-Ondar greeting us at the Festival like the joyful Buddha; of the Finnish man Imre, who Sean asserts is the best foreigner throat singing today; and of several other such throat singing and Tuvan luminaries. I also have heaps of stories and good photos of the Tuvan native vegetation; of the pretty cool vegetable, flower and fruit tree and shrub gardens found in the thousands of Dachas of Tuva-- with their raised beds of cucmbers and their Siberian crabapples trees; and of the amazing landscapes and animals of Tuva and much more!
I do have the time to specially craft some of these stories and photos of Tuva into good reads about things Tuvan for the Internet, but I wonder toward what ends and where else to post them??? Would me taking the time to compose these stories and posting them on the Internet do any good for Tuva, I wonder? I sure do not want uninformed folks writing me to ask: Where is Tuva or do they ride musk oxen there or what did Oidupaa do to go to prison??? Don't have time for Bozos these days.
So, assuming that well tweaked stories and photos of Tuva could do some good for Tuva, just where should I post them? Certainly here on the khoomei forum, for this is the best such on the Net in English. But where else to post them? I guess I should post some to one or two of the Yahoo Group Tuva sites. And maybe to one of the several good Russian sites on same. But where else on the great wide Internet is a good place to post specially crafted stories and photos of Tuva for the good of Tuva?
Thanks again, imnotelmo, for your encouragment.
All the best, crowfoot :rules:
Yeah, we felt really blessed to witness the great Vladimir Oidupaa performing again up on the Ustuu-Khuree World Music Festival and right next to us on the minibus going back to Kyzyl!
It truely brought tears to me eyes-- and it was kind of like watching Billie Holiday and Muddy Waters coming back to life again, full of vim and vigor... Oidupaa does the Blues like nobody does the Blues.
I gots a bunch of such stories and a bunch of pretty darn good photos of the Festival and of Tuva here, and am doing heaps of research on Tuva, etc. A other few people have said that I should go ahead and post up on the Internet some more of these stories plus the photos to go along with them...
I gots good stories and photos of Albert Kuvezin of Yat Kha; of the stellar Sean Quirk; of shy and gentle Mao-- the young lady from Japan whose excellent kargyraa drops her voice down at least three octaves and a favorite of the Festival crowd; of Kongar ol-Ondar greeting us at the Festival like the joyful Buddha; of the Finnish man Imre, who Sean asserts is the best foreigner throat singing today; and of several other such throat singing and Tuvan luminaries. I also have heaps of stories and good photos of the Tuvan native vegetation; of the pretty cool vegetable, flower and fruit tree and shrub gardens found in the thousands of Dachas of Tuva-- with their raised beds of cucmbers and their Siberian crabapples trees; and of the amazing landscapes and animals of Tuva and much more!
I do have the time to specially craft some of these stories and photos of Tuva into good reads about things Tuvan for the Internet, but I wonder toward what ends and where else to post them??? Would me taking the time to compose these stories and posting them on the Internet do any good for Tuva, I wonder? I sure do not want uninformed folks writing me to ask: Where is Tuva or do they ride musk oxen there or what did Oidupaa do to go to prison??? Don't have time for Bozos these days.
So, assuming that well tweaked stories and photos of Tuva could do some good for Tuva, just where should I post them? Certainly here on the khoomei forum, for this is the best such on the Net in English. But where else to post them? I guess I should post some to one or two of the Yahoo Group Tuva sites. And maybe to one of the several good Russian sites on same. But where else on the great wide Internet is a good place to post specially crafted stories and photos of Tuva for the good of Tuva?
Thanks again, imnotelmo, for your encouragment.
All the best, crowfoot :rules:
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oidupaa's music
by saint » Mon Aug 20, 2007 3:05 pm
I know its a bit off the subject, but where could i find more of Oidupaa's music, other than Divine Music From a Jail
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by nagelschip » Mon Aug 20, 2007 5:47 pm
Thank you Saintulga and crowfoot. This is all interesting to read. There is not many available on this subject.
I hope to read more about your stories and see pictures, crowfoot. Unfortunately I don't know any other source for tuvan stories.................
At least, make us happy ok ;-)
saintulga; As far as I know there is no oidupaa music recorded besides Divine music from a jail. At least no official cd's...
I hope to read more about your stories and see pictures, crowfoot. Unfortunately I don't know any other source for tuvan stories.................
At least, make us happy ok ;-)
saintulga; As far as I know there is no oidupaa music recorded besides Divine music from a jail. At least no official cd's...
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by mcrofoot » Mon Aug 20, 2007 6:00 pm
Ekki nagelschip!
I will be uploading onto this here Khoomei forum and at a few other Websites some more good stories and also some photos of Tuva shortly. I will make sure that you all are informed as they get posted.
Best, crowfoot
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I will be uploading onto this here Khoomei forum and at a few other Websites some more good stories and also some photos of Tuva shortly. I will make sure that you all are informed as they get posted.
Best, crowfoot
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Thank you Saintulga and crowfoot. This is all interesting to read. There is not many available on this subject.
I hope to read more about your stories and see pictures, crowfoot. Unfortunately I don't know any other source for tuvan stories.................
At least, make us happy ok
saintulga; As far as I know there is no oidupaa music recorded besides Divine music from a jail. At least no official cd's...
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by mcrofoot » Wed Aug 22, 2007 7:11 am
Saint: I know its a bit off the subject, but where could i find more of Oidupaa's music, other than Divine Music From a Jail?
Crowfoot: I got my 8 or so recorded songs by Oidpuaa (don't have Divine Music From a Jail) from Tarbagan-- back when it had a more active Internet presence. Around 2 years ago you could pick individual songs from a range of artists and for a few quarters per song Tarbagan would record them on an unmarked CD; put them in a white, unmarked CD jacket with a cool green folded paper with Tarbagan on the front and inside the paper would be just the names of the songs, if that; and this would be sent to the buyer by snail mail. Maybe when Tarbagan gets active on the Internet again we could prevail upon them to offer this service another time...
Morten: Here is an interesting interview in which Oidupaa gets asked about his singing style.
Crowfoot: Thanks for this Morten. I tried the hotlink you put up on the forum but it takes me to the Russian version of the interview... I wonder how to get to the English version?
yers, c
Crowfoot: I got my 8 or so recorded songs by Oidpuaa (don't have Divine Music From a Jail) from Tarbagan-- back when it had a more active Internet presence. Around 2 years ago you could pick individual songs from a range of artists and for a few quarters per song Tarbagan would record them on an unmarked CD; put them in a white, unmarked CD jacket with a cool green folded paper with Tarbagan on the front and inside the paper would be just the names of the songs, if that; and this would be sent to the buyer by snail mail. Maybe when Tarbagan gets active on the Internet again we could prevail upon them to offer this service another time...
Morten: Here is an interesting interview in which Oidupaa gets asked about his singing style.
Crowfoot: Thanks for this Morten. I tried the hotlink you put up on the forum but it takes me to the Russian version of the interview... I wonder how to get to the English version?
yers, c
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No English version???
by mcrofoot » Wed Aug 22, 2007 2:39 pm
AAAWWWW Morten, don't tell me this. What were those Russians thinking??? :BrickWall:
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by throatsinger » Sat Aug 25, 2007 3:41 am
Sounds like folks are having some great trips this summer. :Applause: I'd love to hear more about them. I'm recently back from a great trip to CA, myself, lots of good music and teaching and more...
"I guess Steve Sklar was there, huh Steve?"
Yes, I was there. I recall sipping cognac with Paul in a back room at the National Theater, trying to dissipate some of his stress. He was not a happy camper. Interesting times, wherein my memories often conflict with others' reports.
I miss Paul, and am glad to hear that Oidupaa is well. I hope his path is easier and happier than before.
"Mao-- the young lady from Japan whose excellent kargyraa drops her voice down at least three octaves and a favorite of the Festival crowd"
I'd very much like to hear this, as this description is most unusual. I've heard this and similar claims before, believe that I may have seen a video of her but don't recall this phenomenon. Anyone have a recording or video of this?
If her vocal fold fundamental were, say, 400 Hz, then from this description I am assuming that the fundamental of the ventricular folds (or whatever is causing her drop) would be at 50 Hz.
If anyone knows anything about other unusual intervals in kargyraa then please share this info.
"I guess Steve Sklar was there, huh Steve?"
Yes, I was there. I recall sipping cognac with Paul in a back room at the National Theater, trying to dissipate some of his stress. He was not a happy camper. Interesting times, wherein my memories often conflict with others' reports.
I miss Paul, and am glad to hear that Oidupaa is well. I hope his path is easier and happier than before.
"Mao-- the young lady from Japan whose excellent kargyraa drops her voice down at least three octaves and a favorite of the Festival crowd"
I'd very much like to hear this, as this description is most unusual. I've heard this and similar claims before, believe that I may have seen a video of her but don't recall this phenomenon. Anyone have a recording or video of this?
If her vocal fold fundamental were, say, 400 Hz, then from this description I am assuming that the fundamental of the ventricular folds (or whatever is causing her drop) would be at 50 Hz.
If anyone knows anything about other unusual intervals in kargyraa then please share this info.
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