Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
US Mini-Tour: 4 Gigs in 5 days
NY Taxis from the High Line
Flying back to NYC from Moscow was not so bad, I guess because I usually fly back to LA from Europe, so I am used to longer flights. After landing at JFK, whisking through passport control and customs, and jumping into a waiting cab, I found myself on the doorstep of my dear friends Sono and Chuck's loft in the East Village. Vlad and Huun Huur Tu were staying at a friend's place in Harlem, and so I had a much needed day of adjusting from the jet lag and taking care of some US business. Chuck is in Europe filming his music documentary of The Duke and The King, so things were quiet at the loft, and Sono and I had a great meal at a vegtarian restaurant - perhaps the most healthy meal I've had in a month. I caught up with my friend Aria for coffee, did a meet and greet with a writer, and then went to see the HiLine (very cool) and a somewhat surreal late night Mexican dinner with Sono in the village.
Carmen & Sayan record a radio interview in Carmen's cramped hotel room
Carmen arrived the next day, and Sayan, Vlad and I met him at his cramped hotel room (booked at the last minute) to record an interview for the "Echoes" NPR show. Then cab rides and shuffling around of people and equipment, ad we were all at the sound check for our gig at Poisson Rouge. We loved this club - the sound and front of house were real pros, they fed us great food, and most important, the show and the audience were great. No quartet this time, but violinist/violist Olympia Moy sat in with us and did a great job.
Onstage at Le Poisson Rouge in NYC
Violinist Olympia Moy and Jo (who helped with sound) at Poisson Rouge
Vladimir and his friend Sasha (the 4th Sasha we have met on this tour, and the prettiest)
Kaigolo, Carmen, Danielle (an NYC fan) and Sayan
Up at 6 am the next day to catch an early flight out of LaGuardia, a plane switch in Chicago, and then we found ourselves in Indianapolis, met by a van from Earlham College who took us to a Holiday Inn on the border of Indiana and Ohio. We were all wiped out, and decided to have dinner at the Ground Round in the hotel. The staff and hotel guests did not know what to make of us, and our waitress had never heard of Siberia, let alone Tuva. We got a surprise package from Chad of some alligator skin (his family are alligator hunters) for the guys to use in instrument making, and Sayan and Kaigolo had some fun with freaking out the help by using them as bibs for dinner.
Mark at the airport in Chicago
Sayan tries on his new alligator bib
Kaigolo has one too
Another early morning, and we headed to Earlham College to rehearse with the college string quartet, who would play with us for the 2 Indiana gigs. They were very excited, nervous, and after a shaky start, really rose to the occasion. After rehearsal and a quick lunch, we loaded up the vans and took a 3 hour drive to Bloomington where we would perform at the Lotus Festival. We were late for sound check, so did the best we could, and a few hours later were on the main stage as the headliners for the night. It was a good concert, and the kids from Earlham were beside themselves with excitement in being part of it. I really enjoyed working with them and coaching them in their first real pro situation.
Mark at sound check at Lotus Festival
The band in concert at the Lotus Festival
The Earlham string quartet performing at Lotus
Loren's parents drove up from Kansas City to see us at Lotus
Radik & Alexi at one of our many airport layovers
Kaigolo and Alexi at the Earlham soundcheck
The next day, 3 hour ride back to Richmond, a quick sound check, quick dinner, and then we performed at Earlham College to a wildly enthusiastic audience of students and faculty. It was my favorite night of the "mini tour", and despite being exhausted from all the traveling, the band sounded great. Sayan had been in a dark and pensive mood all day, but seemed to lighten up considerably after the show. At 10 pm, we drove 2 hours to the airport in Indianapolis, and checked into the Radisson with a 4:30 am wakeup call in order to make our flight to Minneapolis. For reasons not entirely clear to us (procrastination, cost) we had to take 3 flights to get to Minneapolis, making a 6 hour journey to what should have been a 2 hour flight if we went direct. The mood among the group was dark - everyone was exhausted, and Carmen was unhappy about the sound and content of the 2 shows in Indiana, and wanted to try a new set list and make other adjustments. Sayan was back to his dark mood, and separated from the group at the airport layovers, trying to get some sleep. Alexi and I played my travel guitar, Vladimir worked on his laptop and the rest just quietly kept to themselves most of the day.
The band and the student string players at Earlham
Alexi plays my travel guitar at yet another airport
We arrived in Minneapolis and were greeted by the very friendly and extremely helpful Dan Beers, who drove us to the hotel where we ran into the singer from Watcha Clan, for whom we would be opening at the Cedars Center. We had a rehearsal with a new string quartet set for 3 pm, and that gave us only an hour to rest before heading over. Sayan announced that he and Huun Huur Tu did not want to go to the quartet rehearsal, much to my consternation, as it would be impossible to rehearse the acoustic songs without them. After much discussion in Russian, Vladimir convinced the band to go, and I promised to make it as quick as possible so they could rest before the gig. The quartet, led by Jacqueline Utal, was amazing, and the acoustic rehearsal went really well and really quickly. Dan picked us up and we got the gear over to the the venue, and then back to the hotel for a one hour rest, during which Carmen re-tooled the set list.
The sound check at Cedars was a tough one. The sound engineer, who had worked with HHT before, was favoring the acoustic sounds of HHT and the quartet over the electronica, not really understanding the concept we were going for. Carmen jumped in to get the sound in the house the way we usually worked, but met with great resistance from both the sound guy and Sayan and eventually got frustrated and gave up. There was only a few minutes until the performance, so we had to leave the stage and let them open the house. 15 minutes later we took the stage, and it was a credit to everyone's professionalism that we performed a great show despite the fact that the sound on stage was terrible - Carmen's electronics were barely audible. We received a standing ovation and an encore, but after the show, the mood in the green room was very dark. Vladimir and Huun Huur Tu left soon after to go to a party at a friends house. Carmen broke down his gear and disappeared. I chatted with the quartet for a while, then went back into the club to watch Watcha Clan, who gave a great performance. I just danced away the sadness, noticing that Watcha Clan had brought their own sound person (smart). Eventually Carmen came back and also got into the Watcha Clan show, and when the club was finally empty the two of us, once again helped by Dan Beers, loaded up the van and headed back to the hotel.
Watcha Clan performs at Cedars in Minneapolis
The next morning, I did my final packing, checked out of the hotel, and texted Vladimir to tell him Carmen and I were leaving for the airport. It turned out they were all sleeping in before their van ride to Michigan for an acoustic gig. Sayan and Kaigolo came down, as they had not got the word about the late check out. They went outside, smoked a cigarette, and then said a quick goodbye and went back up to their rooms. Vlad came down for a couple of minutes, another quick goodbye, and I jumped on the van and headed to the airport with Watcha Clan and Carmen. Six hours and two flights later, I was waiting for a shuttle at LAX ,thinking about the next step in this amazing journey.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Weekend in St. Petersburg
Why go back to Moscow when you can spend the weekend in St, Petersburg? That was the idea planted in my head by Vladimir last week. The original plan of staying at the home of a Russian rock star friend of Sasha's never actually materialized, but the ever-helpful angel Tatania contacted her cousin Natalia who is a tour guide in St. Petersburg and hooked me up big time.
I left the Ural hotel in Perm at 4 am with the "Eternal" crew in our trusty "Famous Musicians" van, and we arrived at the airport in Perm in time for our 6:15 am flight to Moscow. It was a very old plane, and the overhead compartments could not hold anything much larger than a messenger bag, so all of us had to be very creative in finding spaces to store our musical gear for the flight. The seats conveniently folded both forward and backwards, pretty much guaranteeing that in a crash landing, you will fly forward and hit the pilot. Unless you have one of the rare seat belts that actually stay buckled -belts that look alarmingly similar to the ones in the Dodge Dart I drove in high school. Now this is the Aeroflot Airlines I have heard so much about!
Carmen, Celeste,Chad & Joe say goodbye in Moscow
After landing in Moscow, I said goodbye to Carmen, Loren, Celeste, Chad & Joe, who took a transfer to the international airport where they had an 8 hour layover before their flights back to LA. Huun Huur Tu took a van back to their Olympic Village digs in Moscow, and Vlad and I hung out at the Moscow terminal to wait for our flights - his to see his mother in norther Russia, and mine to St. Pete's.
My flight took off at 9:45, and the great discount I got on this shuttle was offset by the $50 in extra baggage fees I was charged, because I am lugging my keyboards and gear with me so I will have them for the trip back to NYC. There was an offer to keep them in Moscow, but the logistics were never very clear, so I opted to drag them along on my weekend. The shuttle plane, operated by Russiya Airlines, was even older than the previous plane. This one featured welded-shut ashtrays in the seats, metal tray tables, and overhead compartments that must be meant to hold purses, as even a briefcase would not fit. My travel guitar got to fly in Business class, in a space where there was a missing seat. Nice!
My hotel on the Fontanka river
The flight is only an hour, and I arrived in St. Petersburg airport around 11:00 am. About 20 minutes later, the transfer taxi arrived, driven by a very nice man named Roman, who knew one word in English - "traffic". This was his greeting to me, an apology for being a bit late. This was also the word he used as he pointed out various points of interest along the way - Moskovsky Propekt "traffic", Neve River "traffic", Anichkov Bridge "traffic"! Even so, I could see that St. Petersburg promised to be a city to remember.
The Anichkov Bridge - famous for the "horse tamer" statues
My mini-hotel was just off the Fontanka River embankment, close to the bridge that bears the same name as the hotel "Anichkov Bridge". I arrived a little before 1 pm, and t was a beautiful day, so I took a walk around the city, mostly on and around the main street, Nevsky Prospekt, a name I remember well from Doestoevsky. What a beautiful city! And unlike Moscow, the people here smile, and seem more friendly. Like Paris, the young lovers kiss on the main streets, and exuberant women run up sidewalks to greet each other with hugs and kisses that in other cities would e reserved for long lost reunions. The rivers run through the city, and there are tourist boats everywhere, sliding under the many ornate bridges full of beautiful young Russians who are, yes, smoking cigarettes and holding open bottles of beer.
A poet watches over the church square
St. Petersburg is for lovers
The Palace Square (now the Hermitage Museum)
Your carriage awaits, Cinderella
In Russia there is a law that all young women must wear heels (or so it seems)
My hotel is just across the river from the former residence of the famous choreographer-impresario Diaghilev, who may have concocted the ballet "Rite of Spring" with Stravinsky watching the same view as I have today. I checked in via email with Natalia, who confirmed she would meet me at noon the next day for a tour of the city. Since I was running on very little sleep, I decided to have an early dinner and found an amazing Italian restaurant just off Fontanka called Probka (the Russian word for "cork"). A wine bar/bistro, it had a great view of the St. Simeon Church. I had a carrot cream soup followed by the special risotto with chaterelle mushrooms and a glass of malbec. For dessert, I ordered chocolate gelato, but on the urging of the waitress, changed it to the home-made pear gelato that was one of the best things I have ever put in my mouth. Incredible! This dinner made up for all the tongue and mayo meals of Perm, and I went to sleep a very happy man.
Probka - another solo dinner in a romantic city
The next day I met Natalia at noon, for a tour of the city. An English teacher most of the year, she works as a professional guide when school is out, and she knew her stuff. The photos below show some of the wonderful places we visited in the city. Unfortunately, it began to rain about half an hour into our walking tour. I thought it might be a good idea to cut it short, but Natalia insisted that we power on and do the complete 4 hour tour she had planned. It is just as beautiful in the rain, she insisted, and I had to agree, but by hour 4 I was sloshing around in wet sneakers and very damp clothes, so she took pity on me and cancelled the planned boat trip at 5. Since it was a Saturday, the most popular day for weddings, there were many brides and their entourages following the tradition of visiting all the romantic and holy places on their wedding day for good luck - even in the pouring rain! So who was I to complain?
At Pushkin's statue in Art Square - as for the pigeons, everyone's a critic I guess
My tour guide Natalia, cousin of Tatiana, our friend in Perm
Inside St. Ivan's church
Catherine the Great gave this statue as a gift to her husband...
so newlyweds visit it for good luck right after their wedding
These two hang at the statue and play "Here Comes The Bride" for tips
Another bride near St. Paul's fortress, where they imprisoned Doestoevsky
Not sure why that is good luck
Peter the Great was humble and never had a big head, we are told
This beautiful church is named something that translates into
"site of the bloody massacre that is now sacred"
Don't know what their parish soccer team is called.
I got back to the hotel and put on some dry clothes and to ward off a cold, I thought I should find some soup and hearty cuisine. I headed down the Fontanka away from the touristy cafes of Nevsky Prospekt, and found a small restaurant that had a Russian menu in the window with one phrase in English - "Georgian Cuisine." I entered and through a pantomime asked about soup, and my efforts were rewarded with a big bowl of an amazing soup with herbs and spices, rice, vegetables and a small piece of beef brisket. Yum! It came with an unusual sourdough-type bread and the only red wine they had at the moment - some Malbec. Amazing. After dinner the rain had stopped, and I took a walk through the neighborhood with the idea of finding some live music. But the long day took its toll, and instead I made a circle back to the hotel and a good nights sleep.
Entrance hall of the Hermitage Museum
The next day I met Natalia in St. Peter's Square at 11 am for a tour of the Hermitage Museum. If you do not book in advance, you usually have to wait in a 3 hour line, but she had pulled some strings, and I handed 400 rubes to a colleague of hers who looked like a character from "Crime and Punishment", and he produced a ticket from his briefcase, and we were able to skip the line, go through the "tours only" line, and be part of the first group of the day in the museum. What an incredible collection of art, one that spans centuries. It is said that if you spent 1 minute in front of each work of art in the Hermitage, it wold take you 8 years to look at every painting and sculpture. So Natalia gave me a tour of the greatest hits of the Hermitage in about 3 hours - a perfect tour.
Hey, I found a great loft space in St. Pete's
Natalia was a great guide - we got there before the crowds
Detail from the throne room
This malachite vase came from the Ural Mountains near Perm
Cost Plus World Market doesn't stock this dining room set
It was a gorgeous day, so we headed to the river and arranged for the boat tour. Since the bat had headsets with tours in every language, it would be one I would do on my own. I bid Natalie farewell, and to kill the hour before the boat arrived, I sat at a cafe by the river, had a pint of Russian beer and enjoyed sleepy St. Petersburg on a Sunday. The boat tour delivered, and is a great way to view the city and really get a perspective on how it must have looked to approaching ships visiting the Palace of Catherine the Great.
Great day for a boat tour
Hey. it's the star of "The Office" with his Russian girlfriend!
The LA river is nothing like the Fontanka, but both run through the city
After the boat, I decided to head back to the Georgian restaurant and see what else was on the menu. One motivation for going back was it is very reasonable, and I was running low on rubles and did not really want to change more dollars since I was leaving Russia the next day. This time I had some trout shiskabob, with a great dill and sour cream sauce, and a smaller bowl of that wonderful soup. The entire meal cost about the same as a large latte at Starbucks. I headed out into the night, once again looking for some live music. I had read about a jazz club about a 20 minute walk from the hotel, so I headed that way, but about 15 minutes into the walk, my spidey sense kicked in, and I realized that this jazz club, like many in the US, was in a pretty sketchy neighborhood. When I saw several doorways with armed security officers guarding hotel entrances, I decided that it was better to head back toward Nevsky Prospekt, and abandoned the idea of a jazz evening. So I had another nice evening walk through the city, and went back to the hotel and packed for the long journey back to New York. At 8 am, my trusty driver Roman showed up, and as we put my cases in his car, he greated me with his catch phrase -"Traffic!". Four hours later I was in the Moscow airport, transferring to my plane to NYC. I spent my last rubles at the Duty Free shop on my only purchased souvenir of Russia - a bottle of Beluga Vodka. The real souvenirs are the memories I am happy to have shared with you in this blog. Dos Vedanya!
Huun Huur Tu performs in St. Petersburg on Oct. 3rd
(but not with Carmen and me)
Maybe next year...Dos Vedanya!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
From a Dark Past to a Bright Future - Part 2: Economic Summit
The riverside setting of the summit in Perm
I have a Russian VIP press pass - don't ask me why
Earlier in the same day we visited Perm 36, Sasha took us to a major Economic Summit being held a resort near the Kama River. It was attended by the Governor of the region of Perm, as well as the Minister of Culture, and many luminaries and officials from all over Russia and from other countries as well. The day we attended focused on the Cultural Initiative, so it was attended not only by officials, but also Russian movie stars,TV stars, talk show hosts, directors of museums, film directors and several billionaires. To us, they all looked like regular people, and Sasha had to keep telling us "that person is a big movie star", or "that guy with the jeans is like the Bill Gates of Russia". We were given VIP passes, and Carmen was interviewed by several newspapers and radio shows. Our video crew interviewed the Governor, the Minister of Culture, and also Mr. Ghelman, the director of the Museum of Modern Art in Perm, who is considered the "father" of the new cultural revolution here.
At the summit all the tents are white (and so are all the people).
Edward, a well known theater director in Perm is a legend in his own mind
Sasha was in his element here - master schmoozer
Carmen and I impersonate Russian rock stars in the press room
The Governor is a very charismatic person, and a man of the people. He is not a member of the ruling party, and he dresses in jeans, always flies economy class, and reminds me a bit of Bill Clinton in his gregariousness. His initiative is a bold one - he has decided to put 6% of the state's budget into culture and the arts, with the goal of making Perm the cultural center of Russia. His theory is that if you invest in the arts, and make a city a great place to live because of its culture, that private investment in businesses, stores, restaurants, will follow, and the city will grow and flourish because people will want to move there and the quality of life will make people want to stay there. The economy will grow and there will be more employment from the new businesses and institutions. So far, from what we see in Perm, it seems to be working. The city is definitely under renewal - there is construction everywhere -and the number of amazing cultural activities for free or cheap rivals most US cities. The initiative is of course controversial, and conservatives complain that the money should be spent directly on infrastructure and services, or given directly to businesses rather than cultural institutions (sound familiar?).
The Governor of Perm region - he came to our concert!
The Minister of Culture checks out our CD "Eternal"
Sasha has a different tailor than the other summit attendees
Carmen compliments a passing diplomat
The world media were represented here
In the US, by comparison, most arts budgets for states is less than 1%. At the turn f the last century, cities like New York and Boston made similar investments into cultural institutions, and those are now still with us - the symphonies, museums, theaters. The difference was in the US it was mostly private money, while in Perm, it is money spent by the government. I think the initiative will work, and it is a bold experiment worth following. Oh yeah, and our concert is part of it. We recently discovered that the government is subsidizing the ticket prices, so people can buy tickets for about $6 each to our show. In addition, high school and college students from all over the country have been bussed and flown into Perm to be able to experience the varied shows of the festival and then return to their home towns to spread the news about what's new in the arts. I am at a loss to think of an equivalent program in the US of this magnitude. At a time when many European countries and the US are deleting arts from their budgets, it is amazing to see the opposite happening in what was once a grey, forbidding industrial city called Molotov.
The video team interview Ghelman, the "godfather" of the Perm Cultural revolution
Gelman wears cool glasses he may have borrowed from Elton John
Carmen & I found the free press brunch - and it was excellent!
I knew those press passes would come in handy.
From a Dark Past to a Bright Future - Part One: Perm 36
Last week, we visited Perm 36, a notorious labor camp, closed only in 1987. Now a museum dedicated to the cause of human rights, it is a chilling reminder of this country's past, and the many sacrifices that were made by human rights activists. It is also a reminder of the incredible cruelty of the Stalin regime, and the repression of the people in Soviet times. Over 20 million people died in these camps. The government insists it was from "natural causes", which seem in include starvation, hypothermia, and literally being starved to death. The camps were originally built as prisons where inmates would spend their days clearing forests to supply wood for the newly industrialized republic. Since Stalin did not have the money to support labor force he needed to fulfill his dreams of creating a modern industrialized state, a system of slave labor was developed, where millions of Russians were sent to labor camps like this one all over Russia. You could wind up in one of these camps for any petty offense - being late for work, laughing at a joke about the government, wrapping fish in a newspaper that happened to have the name or picture of Stalin in it. People lived in constant fear of the KGB, who were in charge of enforcing these laws, and who could send anyone to the camps on whim, without a trial. The guards were notoriously sadistic, and prisoners were given the bare minimum amount of food to survive. Temperatures here reach 50 degrees below zero (Celsius) and there are no heaters or stoves.
The watchtower between the barracks and the work yard
The director of the museum and two lovely young women who volunteered to interpret for us
No one else spoke English so we were lucky they happened by.
No mans land between the barracks and the yard
This small building housed 250 people
Inside the barracks - unheated and bare beds
In the second phase of the camps, it was a turn-around - after Stalin's regime was out of power, the many KGB officers whom the people saw as their tormentors were sent here as punishment for their actions under Stalin and other regimes. At that time, trees were planted, indoor toilets installed, and other accoutrements to make life less harsh for those sensitive KGB thugs.
When the KGB were imprisoned here, they planted trees to make it "nicer"
Remnants of flush toilets installed for the KGB, but then removed when dissidents came.
Artifacts of prison life in the window
A woman worker
Drawing of fellow inmates by a prisoner
What workers wore in the freezing cold - not very thick or warm
Then, in the third phase, the camps returned to their sinister purpose. Under the Soviet regimes, writers, poets, journalists and political leaders who were critical of the government were sent here as punishment, usually for 3-5 years. In the past, the inmates were sent to labor outside the camps in the woods and road, but for the dissidents, they were never allowed to leave the camp, and given menial, mind-numbing tasks to do all day long. The same cruel conditions returned as well, and have been documented in many accounts by inmates who survived. One of these former inmates, Sergei Kovalev, is on the board of the Museum, and is very active in the movement to tell the stories of the people who lived and died in these camps.
The "severe punishment" part of the camp
A prisoner in solitary would never leave this room, and have to work making plates for electric irons
Notice "toilet" in corner.
The looks on out faces says it all
A guard still watches today, but for different reasons
There is now art on the walls of the camp and theater groups perform here
At least 20 million people died at Perm 36
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Concert in Perm
It was finally the day of the concert. After setting up all our gear and a sound check / run-through with Huun Huur Tu, Carmen, Loren and I realized there was not much left to do to prep for the show, so we went back to the hotel, worked on booking travel for the US tour dates, and then chilled out with a cappuccino at our fave local spot, Kafe You. We had a late lunch at 3 pm, and at 5 pm the string players showed up and we sound checked 3 songs with them.
The shuttle van - the sign reads "Famous American Musicians" - kidnappers take note
Final rehearsal for me
Carmen at sound-check
Final runthrough with strings
Suddenly there was a rush of media, and after sound check, Carmen and I were interviewed by 3 newspapers before we rushed back to the hotel to change clothes. Arriving back at the theater about 20 minutes later, we were amazed to realize that the throngs of people that we had mistaken for rush hour commuters were actually all headed for our show. in scenes that reminded me of a "Hard Days Night", we were mobbed by people wanting us to sign posters and CDs, had to run around to the back entrance, and then were pulled backstage to do a final TV interview. The TV crew also interviewed the string players, and they were thrilled and a little bewildered by al the attention.
The band just before the show
Last minute formal attire - hope that collar was better during the show:)
String Quartet being interviewed before the show
Carmen joins the papparzzi
The hall was completely full, and there were many people standing in aisles and in the back of the theater - a fire marshall in LA would have had a fit. The estimate was 1200 people in a theater that seats 1000. Backstage, Huun Huur Tu had donned their traditional garb, the string players in their opera house dresses, and Carmen and seemed casually dressed in comparison. I put on my heavy woolen suitcoat to look not too casual, abandoning my original idea of just a bright shirt., hoping I would not pass out under the stage lights.
The audience from backstage - 1200 people in a 1000 seat theater
String players with Kaigoglo and Radik - ready to go on
At Carmen's request, Sasha came onstage and gave an introduction. In the morning, Sayan had warned that Sasha never talks for just a short time, and this evening was no exception. According to the translator, his speech started with "When I was a little boy in Moscow, and told the story of his life leading up to this date." After 10 minutes, with Huun Huur Tu and the rest of us trying hard to suppress giggles (even though the speech was in Russian and we did not understand a word), Sasha finished, and Huun Hr Tu took the stage for their two solo opening numbers. They were amazing, and then the rest of us joined them onstage, and the show began. The performances were flawless - the weeks of rehearsal had paid off, and everything went as it should. The improvisations were the best we ever did, and the crowd was often transfixed. I had no stage nervousness at all - the mood was that of a love-in. We finished our set, and the crowd was clapping and cheering, and HHT, the strings and I came back for an encore piece. Then everyone returned to the stage, and we received a standing ovation that lasted a very long time.
Huun Huur Tu performs their solo songs
Lots of hugs and smiles backstage and then Carmen, Loren and I had to break down our gear, so we missed the scene in the lobby. Quite a few people came onstage while we were breaking things down (luckily no security to stop them) and asked us to sign CDs and posters. Quite a few of the younger people spoke some English, and a number of musicians came to ask us about our setups. It was a particular thrill for me when Martynov, the composer of the orchestral HHT piece came up to me and shook my hand and said "thank you".
Backstage after the show
Just as we had arrived at the theater, we found out that the after show party at which Carmen was supposed to DJ had been cancelled, due to some issues with the management of the Russian rapper superstar who was also on the bill. So the video crew, Carmen, Loren, the 2 translators and I made our own party back at the local sushi / hookah place, later joined by Sayan, Kaigolo and Vladimir. We were also joined by a local filmmaker and musician. As Carmen said, you always meet interesting people the night before you leave town.
Chad, Celeste and Joe - the video team
Valeria translates a text message for Loren
A local musician and filmmaker from Perm
Kaigolo, Vladimir and Sayan debating in Russian
Carmen & Tatiana
The "Eternal" team (except for me) afterparty
A night I will always remember. (Since the video crew were all manning cameras, there are no still photos of the actual concert, but back in LA, they will be able to create some from the RED camera footage. Till then, the soundcheck is what we have to show).
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The Concert is Tonight!
One of the many huge posters in Perm for our concert
After months of preparation in the US, and 2 weeks of rehearsals here in Russia, it is finally time for the performance!
Our sound check and final run-through went very well last night, and everyone is ready and excited for the world premiere of "Eternal" live. We are told that the 1000 seat theater is sold out, and there have been camera crews from TV stations and journalists interviewing us for the past few days. We will do a final sound check this afternoon, have a late lunch, and then wait for the magic hour of 7 pm when the sound of Huun Huur Tu's Tuvan throat-singing will blend with electronics and start the show. I'm very excited, and so ready for this!
Final sound check