Poetry +
A bright new day and the air is clear.
Time to quickstart the day with coffee and a few grains of sustenance, a quick log and a few k's on the tredley before teaching begins at 3.
Most of my waking hours are spent in the company of music and dub is the flavour of the month in May. There is something peacefully creative about dub, inspired as it is from reggae- without the protestation and laden with fatter bass lines that progressively interwine with uplifting harmonies and offbeat rhythm.
Salmonella Dub are the masters of an art that they have boldly taken to the world from little old NZ during the last decade or so.
There's not a lot to say about contemporary Korean music, except that
'pop will eat itself' like it does everywhere else in the world of teeny culture.
Traditional music is firmly established here, however.
Arirang is an interesting story wrapped in a tune. I have heard many different versions resonating from the throats of happy hikers in the mountains here. Singing is actually a national pastime, it's easier to find a karoke style singing room than a quiet cafe.
Elementary and middle school children are carted between after-school academies in yellow 'worker-bee' buses, where foreign teachers try to make the study drone interesting enough for them to stay awake. Some of my students attend up to 5 different academies during a typical week. Music is high on the attendance roster and I'm constantly surprised by the confessions of class bullies who somehow balance violin studies with martial arts training, not to mention English.
Many are encouraged to learn at least one
traditional Korean musical instrument at school, mostly in the drum or flute ranges. I'm personally fascinated by the huge, ornate, hanging drums that can be found at every regular or large-sized temple around the countryside. (awaiting 'site retooling' before I can post pics on this blog)
One day, I would like to record some of these local sounds and put them in some different clothes, nowhere near as well as the guys from
1 Giant Leap. There are 4000 years of foreign occupation, domination and manipulation lurking behind a predominantly homogeneous Korean race and culture of today. Behind it all stands the sanctity of Buddhism, temples embellished with 'portraits' of peaceful tigers smoking pipes and generally just hanging out with wise, old, peaceful dudes enjoying the mountain vista.
Somewhere in the 1 giant leap archives, you may find Kurt Vonnegut saying "Music, to me, is proof of the existance of God..."
..."Passing by the cemetary of life, littered bodies of hopes and dreams that lie lifeless and unfilled. I see an old man fingered his perishing flesh, he tells himself he was a good man and did good things, amused and confused by life's little ironies, he swallows his bottle of distilled damnation ... oh what a perfect day to think about my perfect world..." is as much of Matt Johnson's argument to the contrary that I can recall.
Lately, like John Kerry from the USA, I've been listening to more rap & hip-hop with an open-ear. If you can handle the rhythm, there are some refined moments of everyday verse to be found amidst the flagellation and ego-tripping.
Lyrics Born is as good an example of poetry and performance as
John Cooper Clarke in the heyday of punk poetry. Be sure to check out Beasley Street if you don't already know it- it's a f*#KING classic,
HH