Friday evening I went to see/hear the Mongolian throat-singers, the group called Tuva. Being there, listening to beautiful music in a beautiful old church with high ceilings and good acoustics, the experience was transcendent. I felt transported, part of the nomadic culture these men come from as they sang. Their singing was magical as they manipulated their vocal chords to produce and manipulate overtones while singing.
As I sat there mesmerized by their music, I also tried to decide which one of the four beautiful, lusty men on stage singing I would like to take home with me. At the intermission I saw three of them outside (in the –24 C. cold night) smoking cigarettes. Maybe that is their secret. Not caring for cigarette smoke in my home, I bought one of their CD’s, Huun Huur Tu, and brought that home instead and am enjoying them often. An adequate compromise.
Posted by leya at January 21, 2004 12:54 PM