Polygyros, then and now

Originally written in 09 Aug 2006 for greeklish.org

While going through some family photos recently, Thomai found a nice old black and white photograph featuring her Papou Vangelis in Polygyros standing near a building which he had built. We think this photo is from the early 1970s:


On the back of the photo is a note from Papou Vangelis, written in Greek cursive:

In this picture I laugh for my courage and enjoy my work.

When we visited our family in Polygyros in 2004, we stopped to visit Thio Saki at his store, which is on the ground floor of the same building. While we were there, we took a few pictures. Here’s how the property looks these days:


The building is still owned by our family. Someday, we hope to spend a lot of our time there.

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Zoya Sabet and Khatereh Parvaneh

Originally posted 13 June 2006 on greeklish.org; revised 29 April 2012

Zoya Sabet’s “Mehregan Concert: The Harvest Festival”

It’s been a little while now since I became acquainted with the music of Zoya Sabet.  I don’t really know how long it’s been, but I do remember what I was doing when I first discovered her music… At the time I was searching for an alternate version of Shostakovich’s music from the film “Zoya” (Some versions of op. 64 include a vocal arrangement in the “Adagio” portion of this particular work).  As I searched and searched, the name “Zoya Sabet” kept popping up in my search results. With the help of Google, I did a little reading on Ms.Sabet and I learned that she is a very accomplished performer of classical Persian music and that she has performed abroad for a number of years, accumulating a very respectable body of work. I enjoy corresponding with a few Iranian friends from time to time, but we mostly discuss Iranian politics and I know little about Iran with respect to its art or culture.  With my curiosity piqued, I listened to a few tracks by Zoya Sabet that were readily available over the Internet and despite the fact that I do not understand Persian, I found the music and vocals to be absolutely amazing.  I enjoy a fair amount of Greek and Indian music and while classical Persian has some similarities to these styles, it is very compelling and hypnotic in its own right.  For those of us who grew up listening Led Zeppelin, it is very interesting to experience some of the music that served as a profound influence over some of Zeppelin’s more intricate works.

Over the course of a few months, I accumulated a small sampling of songs by Ms. Sabet and I listened to them over and over again for quite a while.  I checked with  some of the larger Internet sellers to try and order some full-length CDs, but I found that  neither of them carry works by Ms. Sabet. So last week I ordered Zoya Sabet’s Mehregan Concert: The Harvest Festival on CD from an Iranian/Persian music specialty store.  I received the disc in the mail last night and I have listened to it 4 or 5 times already.  I had already heard a few tracks on the album, but it is an altogether different experience to hear the entire presentation.  Most of the writing on the CD is in Persian but there are a few notes in English on the back:

Mehregan: The Harvest Festival
A tribute to knowledge through festival of friendship and music

This album features a harvest of songs featuring the most memorable and well-known Iranian Poets and composers of the past fifty years.  This retrospective honors those creators through the voice of Zoya Sabet.

Perhaps I can persuade some of my Iranian friends to share a little insight on the lyrics of these songs and the stories behind them.  But even if the lyrical content remains a mystery to me, I will still enjoy the music immensely.

Although Ms. Sabet’s work is a bit difficult to come by, a CD entitled Iran – Classical Persian Music is widely available in the US (it’s even listed on Amazon.com).  I purchased this CD a few months ago and I have been quite happy with it.  A few of the tracks feature vocals by a very famous Iranian vocalist named Khatereh Parvaneh. Shortly after I found this CD, I found an article by Najmeh Fakhraie in which she describes a 2001 performance by Khatereh Parvaneh.  The story describes Ms. Parvaneh’s descent into virtual obscurity following the rise of Political Islam in Iran.  The story also recounts one of the only performances by Khatereh Parvaneh in recent years, noting that the performance was in relative seclusion and the audience was composed of women only, which is a requirement under the law:

I’ve seen showers that only women can use, salons that only women can go to and I’ve even heard of a hospital for females alone when those crazy goats in parliament were talking of starting one. But this one I had not even dreamed of: a concert performed and attended only by females. It sounded too bizarre to be real. “Do they ask the guys standing outside to cover their ears?” I ask a friend.

[…]

The staff there, who are always males wearing light green, have given way to females for this exclusive performance. There is not a man in sight. I feel like I’ve stepped on another planet and I know I don’t like the change.

Once inside the main hall, things are even more different. A concert I had planned to attend looks more like a fashion show. “This is sick,” I tell myself a million times. And I wonder what has brought these people all the way here today. The chance to show off their wardrobe and pretty hair? Boredom? The love of music?

But when the singer comes on stage looking older and more wrinkled up than her pictures, when she opens those lips to let out that heavenly voice that has been bottled up for two decades, and I see the tears rolling down the face of the old lady sitting beside me with that awful tank top, I know that none of those reasons would be complete.

Khatereh Parvaneh sounds as beautiful as she did when she first stepped on stage more than 30 years ago. Bringing to life Parvaneh’s memory better than anyone on earth. I am not an eyewitness, but I have all of my grandfather’s tapes and records that clearly tell me that. [full article]

Khatereh Parvaneh

It is unfortunate that more recent examples of Khatereh Parvaneh’s work are not readily available outside Iran, but the “Classical Persian Music” CD is a stirring example of Khatereh Parvaneh in her heyday.  As recently as last year, Ms. Parvaneh was still performing, although the work of female artists is still under the heavy constraints of government regulation.  But it would seem that Khatereh Parvaneh is not one to go along quietly. Parvaneh publicly criticized restrictions on performances by women in 2005:

TEHRAN, Jan. 26 (2005)–Popular Iranian singer Khatereh Parvaneh has criticized the time constraints for women singers in Fajr International Music Festival.

The festival is making progress each year, but, women singers have always faced limitations in timing the concerts at the event, she said.

She told ILNA that women perform at the festival, but, the time of the performance is too short for the singer to communicate with the audience and understand what they expect from the artists.

She said that only one day has been allocated for three women’s musical groups in the festival and this is not sufficient for the program. “Both the singers and the audience are dissatisfied with the time constraints at the festival,” she complained.

[…]

She appealed to the organizers of the festival to review their policies towards women singers and deal with them as they do with the male vocalists. [full article]

Iran – Classical Persian Music  includes notes in English which provide selected translations of lyrics as well as commentary on the theory and performance of classical Persian music.  As noted above, the album features work by Khatereh Parvaneh as well as other noted Iranian musicians and this compilation is an excellent starting point for those who are interested in classical Persian music.

Note: Khatereh Parvaneh passed away on 5 November 2008.

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An afternoon with Cornel West

cornel-west-flyerOn January 26, 2006, I had the honor of seeing Dr. Cornel West speak at my alma mater, Wright State University. The speaking engagement was not scheduled to begin until 3:00 that afternoon, but I arrived at the WSU campus extra early to attend to some personal business. After a few quick stops around campus, I stopped by the bookstore to buy a pen, as I had realized I neglected to pack one and I was almost certain that I would want to take some notes during Dr. West’s presentation. I then made my way across campus to the Medical Sciences Auditorium where the engagement was to be held, passing through the familiar halls that held many memories from my years as an undergraduate and graduate student.

When I got to the Medical Sciences building, I found that the auditorium (which I think seats around 400 to 500 people) was almost completely empty. I quickly grabbed a front row seat and thought to myself, “Wow…I got here just in time!” Then I looked at the clock and saw that it was 1:40 and my next thought was “Now how am I going to pass the time for the next hour and a half?” I am currently reading Neil Simpson’s “Macedonia: Its Disputed History” but I had neglected to bring it with me. Luckily, I had my copy of The Portable Karl Marx (edited by Eugene Kamenka), so I spent the better part of the next 30 or 40 minutes reading selections from that volume.

I had the foresight to pack a few other items and they both came in handy later in the day. I usually don’t ask for autographs and the like, but I decided to take my copy of Race Matters along with me just in case Dr. West was up for some book signing after his presentation. I also brought my digital camera, just in case photography was permitted in the auditorium.

Cornel West addressing students and attendees at WSU; Jan. 26, 2006.

Cornel West addressing students and attendees at WSU; Jan. 26, 2006.

Around 3:00, things got underway. By this time, the auditorium was packed and people were standing against every wall and sitting wherever there was empty floor space. Dr. West arrived with a group of folks at the left entrance of the front of the auditorium. It was very exciting to see him and I could feel a palpable intensity in the air as I watched Dr. West greet university staff, faculty and other attendees. I snapped a few pictures while I watched him chat with people. To make the situation even more surreal, comedian Dave Chappelle entered the auditorium from the other side a few minutes later. Dr. West and Mr. Chappelle exchanged a few words and an embrace and Mr. Chappelle then found a seat on the floor near the front of the auditorium. Dave Chappelle is a resident of Yellow Springs, Ohio and his mother, Dr. Yvonne Seon, is the founder of WSU’s Bolinga Black Cultural Resources Center.

Dr. West opened his presentation by offering this quote from Socrates: “The unexamined life is not worth living.” The task for us, he explained, was to “exemplify the courageous Socratic question” and make life something that is most assuredly worth living…A life that is measured by individual magnanimity and collective consciousness — as opposed to the the market-driven society’s emphasis on individual consumption and the importance of material possessions. Dr. West told us that the worst thing parents can say to their children is: “Be successful.” He discussed the difference between one who is “successful” and one who is “great,” adding that it is often the case that those who are “successful” are rarely “great” and vice versa.

At one point in his lecture, Dr. West stated that he believes women will lead the way in the next phase of social change. I reflected on this for a while as he talked and my thoughts led me to my own daughters. I took out a piece of scratch paper and jotted down a note and stuck it in my copy of Race Matters, hoping that I would have a chance to share it with Dr. West later in the afternoon.

Dr. West’s presentation ran somewhere around 60 to 75 minutes. His lecture featured a valuable overview of struggle and redemption in American history with emphasis on integral figures such as Emmitt Till, Medgar Evers, and Sojourner Truth. He discussed his personal interactions with individuals such as Afeni Shakur, Ralph Nader and Hugo Chavez. He also offered an unflinching critique of American pop culture, outlining the many problems of our Constantinian culture and our unending drive to possess and consume. There aren’t many places in today’s America in which the progressive movement can find such a focused, coherent and determined voice as that of Dr. Cornel West.

Cornel West greets Dave Chapelle

Cornel West greets Dave Chapelle

The lecture ended with a short question and answer session. A reception was to be held across campus and I headed that way in hopes of getting a moment to talk with Dr. West. I waited in the reception hall for a while while many of the other lecture attendees filed in and talked amongst themselves about Dr. West’s presentation. Dave Chapelle made his way to the reception as well and he mingled a bit with the rest of the crowd while everyone awaited Dr. West’s arrival.

Some time later, Dr. West emerged from a back door of the Bolinga offices. There was a small throng of people around him and I waited patiently to get a few seconds of his time. When my turn finally came, I asked him if he would write an inscription in my copy of his book. He said he would and took the book from my hands, opened it and asked for my name. I explained to him that I wanted to give the book to my daughters and I showed him the note I had written earlier in the afternoon. The note was simply the first names of both of my daughters. Dr. West happily wrote the following inscription on the title page of the book:

To sis. Kalliope and sis. Zoya
Stay Strong!
Love,
Cornel West

We shook hands and spoke just a few more seconds before he turned to the next admirer. It was almost 6:00 by this point and I figured it was time to head home. It was pretty difficult to calm down after such an exciting afternoon. On the way to my car, I stopped and sat down to reflect a bit on my experiences from that afternoon. My heart was beating fast and I was still a little short of breath from the thrill of hearing Dr. West speak and being able to interact with him, even if only for a fleeting moment. I can honestly say that there are few times in my life in which I have felt star struck, but this was one of them for sure. It wasn’t so much that I had been able to shake the hand of a famous person and get an autograph as it was the realization that I had been in the presence of greatness.

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