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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Music To My Ears



I've just come home from a beautiful Christmas concert that my children’s music teacher organised at an old people's home in town. A group of thirty youngsters aged six to sixteen, including my own children, played Christmas carols and a few student pieces by Bach and Dvorak. I'm probably getting old and sentimental. I was so moved when the elderly began to sing along. I had to think of my granny, a sweet and pious Tibetan lady, who used to express her approval during Christmas. "Isn't it wonderful? Even they know Kunchog," she used to say.

Music can do wonderful things to people but learning about its history and the lives of the people who created the music, can also be eye-opening. Some composers led hard lives, often hidden behind the "cultured", sophisticated urbane circles in which their music has been played. Bach, for example, who is revered like a demi-god, died a poor and unknown man. More than half of his twenty children died due to poor health and illness as did his first wife. For many years they all lived cramped in a small, unheated room with no sanitary facilities, all the while young Bach was compelled to turn out new church music on a weekly basis to go with the Sunday sermons to feed his family. His life-story is so rich in deprivations and yet his creations so heavenly that in part it reads like a miraculous hagiography of a holy Buddhist master. And perhaps some kind of saint he was who received revelations from music that were higher than anything received from wisdom or philosophy?

Traditional Tibetan music is not as elaborate as Western classical music. I think that's realistic to say. Do you know of any famous Tibetan composers? Our musical heritage seems to be largely anonymous. But it has always been very much rooted in society. Tibetans have never been musically idle. In terms of religious music, there is the ritualised Cham dance performed by monks with instrumental accompaniment, there is the polyphone Gyuto Chant with its distinctive overtone singing. On important religious occasions, popular prayers are also offered in a communal spirit in the form of songs. Examples include "Calling The Lama From Afar" or Je Tsongkhapa's Migtsema. And "Dolma 21", the praise to Tara, "mother of all Buddhas", always reminds me of Ave Maria by Bach/Gounod. The texture of Tibetan religious music is simpler than the exquisitely embellished oratorios with chorals and highly-varied instrumental accompaniment of the Christian church. But undoubtedly there is something. Perhaps in terms of liturgy, Tibetan Buddhist chant is a bit similar to the medieval Gregorian chant which codified the sacred songs of the Roman Catholic Church.

Praise to the 21 Taras, offered as a chant by an unknown person; discovered on a USB stick sent by my uncle in Lhasa in September 2014

The Tibetan musical genre called Lhamo is the counterpart of Western opera. Members of the older generation like my Amala are still fascinated by it and can listen to it for days in a row. Melodies, which I find neither beautiful nor expressive, never fail to touch my mother. What is incomprehensible howling to my ears, is a crystal-clear message to her. Once at a Losar party, she volunteered a Tibetan aria and a Western musician who happened to be in attendance, told me afterwards that of all the songs we heard that day, none touched him as deeply as my mom's "namthar". If someone from a different culture finds a way to appreciate this archaic music, I for sure must find one too?

As in Western opera, Lhamo plays are acted out on stage with a fully equipped orchestra and with singing actors. The vocal technique is very different and so are the musical instruments. In both cases however lyrical understanding is limited due to pitch. In the world of Tibetan opera, the famed castrati, who popularised opera in Europe, were nonexistent. And unlike in Chinese or Japanese opera, we don't see men acting in women's roles either. Lhamo is also traditionally performed on religious holidays out in the open, for free public enjoyment. Western operas on the other hand, were a privileged pastime of the aristocracy first and of a paying bourgeoisie later.

In terms of storylines, Western operas became largely secular and their sometimes "decadent" topics in the style of the womanizing Don Giovanni were viewed with hostility by the church. Lhamo, in typical Tibetan fashion, stands completely in the service of religion: Whether it is the story of "Nangsa Wobum", the pious girl who wants to become a nun but is given away as a bride to a wicked family: the tale of the virtuous Dharmaraja "Prince Norsang", who subdues the evil kingdom in the north; or the well-known tale of the divine, deer-born "Sukyi Nyima", who suffers the travails of yet another cruel mother-in-law; the moral of these stories is always: a) Stick to the ethical path no matter how big the obstacles, and b) Bad guys are reformable because they too have Buddhanature. Tibetan opera thus has a positive healing message and a happy ending.

Two other areas of music, where I feel Tibetans today are doing particularly well are in contemporary pop music and folk music. The pool of folk music is incredibly vast and regionally diverse. It serves as a reservoir of ideas for modern interpretations. Here themes, genres and singing-styles are highly varied: There are romantic songs, work songs, spiritual songs, farming songs, songs celebrating the land, nomad songs, songs of gratitude to one's parents, and of course plenty of drinking songs. As for the latter, I think the Irish can get ready for some serious competition from the red-faced Tibetans! 

Some folk tunes are so catchy they also charm international listeners. Many years ago, when asked to present a Tibetan song at his school, my then eight-year old brother, fresh and full-throated, sang "Pema Thang" for them, a traditional from Kongpo about the ritual hat of Guru Padmasambhava. Soon the whole class joined in the refrain bobbing up and down, "rog zer-na rog !"

In Tibet, every region has its distinct music as I have written about before in Bashè Forever. Many of the regional songs also come with matching circle dances – "rondo alla tibetana" :--) or take the rare old mountain tunes, one earthier than the other: They seem to be an Eastern Tibetan specialty, yodelling Tibetan style. It is done with such fervor it moves the surrounding hills to tears together with all the people, sheep, and Shidag who live on them. Starting out low and slow, moving on to higher pitches with a gradual crescendo and ending with a shrill scream "keehee!", these glu are the epitome of Tibetanness: Hearty, powerful, uncomplicated and free. 

The raw material, the wealth, the potential, is there. As a result, international musical collaborations have emerged with artists working together to produce new music incorporating their individual styles. So far they seem to focus on the meditative, spiritual aspect. What hasn't happened on a noticeable scale yet, perhaps for a lack of advocacy, is a meeting of Tibetan music with Western classical music. 

At a time when the Tibetan culture is under pressure from all sides, it may sound like a paradox if I say these are exciting times. But in my eyes it is not all doom and gloom. The difficult environment also holds a few opportunities that have never been there before. I for one was delighted to learn that the Tibetan capital now seems to have its own symphony orchestra. I am dying to hear them interpret works from the standard classical repertoire. How would Bach sound if played by Tibetan musicians? Or a more modernist composer like Bartok? How would they interpret the material?

The other day on my way home from work I ran into my kids’ music teacher's husband, a professional oboist at the local symphony. We talked about music as a profession and the possibilities of employment in orchestras around the world. He said, with globalisation orchestras were becoming increasingly international and many cities now had excellent symphony orchestras. In the early days there were London, Paris and Vienna, he pointed out, but now there were great orchestras also in many other cities such as Sao Paolo, Oslo and Istanbul. When I said there is even a symphony orchestra in Lhasa, he retorted without the slightest surprise: "Of course, there is! We all feel the same!"

I could have kissed him for saying that. Western classical music has the ability to touch the hearts of listeners around the globe. It was born and refined in Europe but it has travelled to other continents where new composers and musicians are born. Every culture has been able to recognise itself in the music and it is good to see that Tibet is no different. Although the country is struggling with so many existential problems there are also signs of a cultural reinvigoration, which makes us hopeful. Next time I make it to Lhasa, attending a concert by the Tibet Philharmonic Orchestra will figure at the top of my to-do list. 

Tibet Philharmonic Orchestra
http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2010-04/19/content_13382326.htm

I hope that one day it will not only be common for Tibetan children everywhere to be able to attend school but that many will also have the chance to learn a musical instrument. Don't Tibetans in general have something like a "biological advantage" in the field of music? Not one who can't sing or dance, especially if they grew up in Tibet proper. Tibetans are the Blacks of Asia. Rhythm is in their blood. I have seen adults who sing and dance at the push of a button - in front of complete strangers and without a hint of inhibition. Apparently the Chinese have a saying: "A Tibetan baby can sing before it can speak and dance before it can walk". Probably one of the more flattering things they have to say about Tibetans. And for once we are in agreement.

A modern music education with its structured and focused training method, the enormous breadth and depth of compositions, combined with an elaborate notation system, would allow our people to channel their innate talent. Not only would they learn more about the world of music, it would also enable them to employ these new tools and impulses to work creatively with their own musical heritage and raise it to new heights without losing its unique character. Oh, how I would love to see that become reality!

At the Christmas concert they also played Dvorak. This well-known composer fused elements from his native Czech folk music to write classical music pieces. He also wrote "American" classical music by studying the songs of the natives and Blacks and letting that inspire his creations.  I am hopeful that one day a Tibetan Dvorak will be born and compose a grand "Tibetan Rhapsody" that captures the majesty and rugged beauty of the plateau. Listening to it will take us on a mental journey to the realm of the world's highest peaks, the source of Asia's biggest streams and the home of the Tibetan people who have managed to thrive in one of the harshest climates. More Tibetan composers will follow and one day their works will also be played by symphony orchestras around the world. 

The idea of what could be, is pure music to my ears. And as a bonus, the efforts in the field of music will contribute to keeping the Tibetan culture alive as we move through time.

Merry Christmas and a happy new year!
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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

A Tibetan Christmas



Every year around this time I get asked by neighbours and colleagues: "Do you celebrate Christmas?" And every year my answer is: "Yes, yes, we celebrate!" We bake cookies, decorate the tree together with the children, secretly put wrapped gifts underneath, and enjoy a home-cooked meal with family and friends on Christmas Eve. We do the whole hoo-ha including advent carols because we've been around for a while and can totally identify with this joyous occasion.

Looking at the homes in the neighbourhood during the Christmas season with their windows decorated and brimming with warm lights my grandma used to say: "Isn't it wonderful, even they know kunchog."

She also loved the wood-carved representations of the birth of the Christ Child in the stable of Bethlehem with the various crib figurines. To her that was the equivalent of the altar she had at home containing images of the Buddha. Symbols of religiosity created something like a common bond between her and the inhabitants of her newly found home in the West.


She lit candles too and placed them on the window sill of her home because time-wise Christmas collides with the Buddhist festival Gaden Ngamchoe when Tibetans commemorate Lama Tsongkhapa's entrance into Parinirvana with light offerings and prayers. My Mola's offerings were always meant as much for this important Tibetan Lama as for Jesus Christ. For her the two embodied the same spiritual nature.

Orthodox views on either side were alien to my granny. She would consistently refer to Christ as "Buddha". Every Easter when the ancient black-and-white films about Christ's life and work were on show culminating in his crucifixion, she would relate them to me the next day exclaiming: "Did you see what they did to the Buddha? Wodzi-la! How can they mistreat him like that? He is a Buddha!"

She seemed to forget that according to the transmission it was the Buddha's own cousin, Devadatta, who tried to kill him because for people like Devadatta the Buddha was an impostor just as Jesus was in the eyes of the Roman rulers of his time.

For my granny there was Buddha Shakyamuni, Buddha Maitreya, Buddha Amithaba, Buddha Tara and there was also "Buddha Jesus" - Yishu Sangye in her words. Jesus taught people how to find peace through brotherly love and forgiveness and he worked selflessly for the wellbeing of others. Who could contradict my sweet Mola? These are undisputedly also the core precepts of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

Of course there are fundamental differences between Buddhism and Christianity and there is a limit to what one can have in common. Even though we wholeheartedly embrace the spirit of Christmas no member of the family converted in four generations. But then Christmas is not the time to dwell on what sets people aside. My dad used to be very clear about it. When in Rome do as the Romans - but don't forget who you are and where you are from.

Extract of from our traditional three-generational Christmas cookie-baking afternoon.
Still I catch myself wondering how much of external influences my Tibetan heritage can stomach without losing its individual core over time. Have Tibetans not by default looked upon the outside world as more or less "hostile"? If you look at the history there has always been a subliminal fear that Tibetan culture degenerates under the influence of the external world. Why else would a government reject all interactions and categorically shut the door to the world if they weren't afraid that engaging with it would "ruin" its culture?

The Chinese attack came suddenly for a self-absorbed people. The ensuing destruction and killings followed by large-scale immigration only intensified the subliminal fear. The worst nightmare was to come true. The current political stalemate further exacerbates the situation and the lingering fears now turn into paranoia that Tibetans as a group are doomed.

A frequent response has been to seek refuge in increased cultural isolation, preserve, protect and keep all external influences out as much as possible even though it is precisely this defensive mindset that is responsible for putting us in the situation we are in now.

The only way to stop the spiral is to change our mentality by turning the misfortune into opportunities for renewal.

No clash of the cultures, no assimilation, no fear but mutual enrichment from one culture to the other, from equal to equal. When firmly in the saddle there is no need to shy away from contact and exchange. A crucial lesson I have learned from our history is deciding with self-confidence which external aspects I want to adopt to move on.

Ensuring a future for Tibetan culture then becomes a continuous balancing act. The more I practice this skill, the better I become allowing me to share and pass it on so it can serve the needs of my children. Hopefully that's what it means to do as the Romans and still remember who you are.

Merry Christmas, merry Gaden Ngamchoe and happy holidays!

Mountain Phoenix