Recently a band I'm in, Ivır Zıvır has shifted from playing in bars to performing on the street. Playing on İstanbul's famous "İstiklal Caddesi" pedestrian street is exhilarating: we play to an estimated audience of 4 million people who pass through the street daily. Playing there has given me a new sense of the street and especially an appreciation for the community of people whose professional livelihoods depend on it whether they be musicians, fortune tellers, beggars, street-kids, caricature artists, and so on. One thing that I'm struck by is the number of self-identified "photographers" who take our photo seemingly thinking they're invisible to us despite their less-than-subtle presence. While so many people photograph us without consent or any monetary donation (which I personally don't particularly mind), Istanbul is a surprisingly good city to busk in and if the weather is right we make more on the streets than we did in bars. Here's are 2 videos. . .
Many thanks to James Burliegh Morton for the videos.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Ciguli!
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Jeremy and Ciguli, both looking a bit crazy... |
Binnaz, tonight at least,
were you furious, crazy or surprised?
Binnaz, Binnaz...
[Chorus]
Binnaz the musicians mate
Binnaz the worker's date
Binnaz the gambler's mate
Binnaz, Binnaz...
Binnaz, they saw you're a brave woman
They saw, they saw
Everyone loved you!
Binnaz, they saw you're a brave woman
They saw, they saw
Everyone loved you!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Hıdırellez
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The party started in the back streets of Ahırkapı with a handful of local Zurna, Davul, and Clarinet players competing for the attention of the dancing public, taking tips. Meanwhile other people sold beer, sequined fedoras, and snacks to fuel the party in a very Turkish synthesis between New Years Eve in New York City, Carnivale, and a wedding.
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While the festivities resembled a mob of sorts, it was peaceful and celebratory and so when a power-hungry police man tried to silence the musicians everyone began to sing to him until he went away.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Solo Trecking through the Toros Mountains
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Huseyin the shepherd's house. |
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Jeremy with Pilgrims |
Below are a few pictures that I attempted, with mixed success, to stick together from my crappy cellphone camera.
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