spam, spam, spam, spam…

Ok…so my dad passed away and we put up this nice little condolence guest book page and it wasn’t listing on any browsers for a good long while. That made it a little more difficult to navigate to, but it meant that we weren’t getting unwanted traffic or comments on the site.

I got a call from my uncle and emails from a few people, saying there was spam on that site so I went in and moderated them into the evil black hole where all deleted spam goes. Then I decided to check this site and, lo and behold, I found 548 comments awaiting moderation (yep. I have mostly no time at all for posting or moderating so there was a bit of a backlog), of which only 3 were legitimate.

My blog here is mostly fluff, so, yeah…it’s not pleasant but I figure to get some spam now and again and it’s not a big deal…but a memorial/condolence site?! I am saddened and disgusted.

On a more happy note, the concert in conjunction with Pride in Art and Powell Street Festival up here in Vancouver was successful. It was a bit of an adventure, what with us initially losing our venue up here because of the city workers’ strike, but we managed a change of venue from the Roundhouse to the W.I.S.E. Hall, and we made reasonably quick work of setting it up in time (read this as: a lot of setting up chairs, renting more chairs and setting up more chairs instead of rehearsing) before the show, and blowing folks’ minds (the acoustics were a little more than favorable for taiko and even my ears are still ringing a bit)…but EVERYONE had somewhere to sit!  That was a great accomplishment, given that we thought we were going to have to ask people to sit on the floor.
Ok, seriously. The concert was a lot of fun and we had a lot of happy folks in the audience when we were done and I (we, meaning the jodaiko crew, really) owe a whacking huge load of thanks to a whole lotta folks (to be listed when I get a spare minute…likely in another post)

Powell Street Festival was also a lot of fun and we got a standing ovation at the end, with the biggest bummer being we didn’t get to play either “takoyaki” or “yatai” becuase there just wasn’t time.

Maybe next year?

For sure we hope to be doing more concerts in Vancouver, B.C.

Now we’re headed down to Seattle where JODAIKO will be participating in the Taiko Ten (free) concert and some of us will be teaching or taking workshops and hanging out and so forth.

Lastly, to all of you have sent condolences and koden and such…thank you. thank you. thank you.

I can’t say it enough. Thank you.
July was tough and August is only slightly less tough so far. Receiving notes and messages of caring and support is a great comfort and has been truly heartwarming.

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I just found out….

That my dad suffered a massive coronary and died at about 5:00pm today, so my life is going to be a little bit weird and crazy for a while.

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‘nother quick cut and paste post

The church I am facing is dedicated to St. Mauritius, plans for which were drawn in the 11th C.  It’s been modified tons and during restoration efforts in 1979-80 they found walls dating back to 6th C AD.

The tower has 6 bells, one from 1403, and they sure get rung a fair bit.  It’s 11am…they are ringing now!
There’s another tower in town…the “torture tower” built some time around the 14thC…and still othr towers used for a variety of things like minting coins and storing gunpowder.  For some reason a lot of towers survived here.

I need to rest before the performance…more posting will probably happen after i get back home…sunday-ish
Zolfingen is a very mellow, picturesque town.

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zofingen

Ok…these posts are going to e a bit jumbled as I have limited amount of time and am writing most everything in word and getting it up as I can.

Starting with the most recent —-

The bells in the church next door to me ring at every quarter hour.  It is 11:45pm.  I hear at 7:00am they ring and ring and ring, much like they did today at noon…and that’s incessantly, for a good long while.

I missed today’s performance while making my way from the airport via rail and had the extreme misfortune of arriving here when everything was shutting down for lunch.

It’s been a good long time since I’ve caught a train in Switzerland, but I remembered enough to get to where I needed to go.

I managed to get to the hotel and check in and the rest of the gang showed up not too long after.  We drove into Luzern to sightsee and get omiyage, went on a mostly fruitless search to try to find someplace to get dinner and ended up back at the hotel in Zofingen.

The bells are chiming midnight.

Heyyy…they don’t ring from midnight to 7:00am!  Whew!

I can’t sleep anyway.  Jetlag, I think.

There are birds singing but that’s about the only sound from the Kirchplatz with the occasional sound of a car going by further off on what I guess is the main road through this area.

I am channel surfing a bit, watching Aliens3 and the Natsu Basho on the Eurosports channel and anything I can find in English (which means a few British comedies and occasionally CNN).

Now I am listening to the classical radio station piped in over cable, I’m guessing, through the TV audio.

It’s surreal in a way, to one minute be walking amidst architecture and artwork clearly and frequently dated back to the 1500’s, only to turn around and get into a car, stop at the local strip mall and head back to the refurbished hotel room with all the modern amenities including cable TV and WiFi.

It’s not so much the timeline that’s getting me today, because I can stand in a valley that shows a record of geologic history that goes back hundreds of thousands of years, or look up at the sky and see millions of years more.

It’s more the efforts of so many people and how people haven’t changed much over the centuries and yet we are so different, too…and how fragile it all is.  The 800 year old bridge that I saw maybe 7 or 8 years ago has since burned down and been rebuilt with many of the historic illustrations gone in a blaze of smoke and glory.

They made a post card out of a picture of the fire.  It’s a fairly stunning picture, but I didn’t get a copy to send to anyone.  There’s enough destruction going on these days without reminders of recent tragedies.

Heck…they had baseball-sized hailstones falling today, somewhere not too far away from here, that smashed up a bunch of peoples cars.

Right now it’s blissfully calm outside…and I wonder if the birds here have always sung like this throughout the night…or if they used to always ring the bells.  Show tomorrow and then I get to start trying to get home.  I hope the storms have cleared up enough I can get home.

It’s almost 5am.  I have turned off the radio and am just listening to the quiet…and the birds singing over it.

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P.R.

Two things for me to remember today:

1. Never take what you see in the media at face value.

I’ve done a few interviews over the years and what really struck me after my first big interview was how even the simplest things I said could be related out of context, conveying true things in somewhat fictional ways and generally telling the story the reporter or director wanted to tell.
It had true facts in it but wasn’t necessarily the actual story.

To be fair, I think everyone I have worked with was ethical and in good faith attempting to convey facts accurately…but then they also hear the story through their own filters…and perhaps they were also constrained by other parameters that have to do with what their audiences want and expect…and the constraints of editing, generally…because it’s true…not all of it fits in the allotted time slots or columns.

I can remember hearing about artists refusing to grant interviews when I was grwoing up. I used to think it was dumb to not want to tell one’s own story in one’s own words. The thing is, it’s some times not quite one’s own story that gets told…unless one is doing a live interview or one is telling one’s own story…like in a blog.
Yay, blogs!
There’s a digression somewhere in there about self-image and self-editing and personal bias producing something a little bit different than what the reality of a story is…but that’s just my devil’s advocate which I am trying to ignore.

It’s actually a little bit terrifying how things can be…biased…even for someone like me.
What I mean is, I don’t consider myself as someone particularly important or famous and I still managed to garner enough interest to be intrerviewed and then felt the effects of things gone slightly awry with people close to me feeling or even getting hurt because of the way things were portrayed.
I can’t even begin to imagine what a superstar must go through.
It’s also a bit odd to think that these little snippets, often taken out of context, are what people use in turn to make value judgements about what kind of person I am or what I believe in.
It’s disconcerting to look at a thing that potentially hundreds or thousands of other people might read when I see that something and think, “Boy I sure sound like a real jerk.”
A savvy person can occasionally shift things to their own advantage by learning to parse their own message into usable sound bites. I’m only savvy enough to know that people do it.
It would maybe make me a little less prone to being misquoted.
It would also feel less genuine to me, given that I like to at least try to be authentic when relating a story or an opinion.
It amazes me to think that some people see that stuff and think, “Wow. Tiffany is famous!”

All I did was sit down and talk to someone for a while and it didn’t change much in my life except maybe I managed to get some people interested enough to buy a ticket to see a concert or maybe I actually got some people interested in things I also think are really cool.

But…famous!? I have some natural ability when it comes to drumming and I am a relatively good instructor. I would even go so far as to say I have a strong foundation in the history, culture and techniques of the art form I am teaching on a very practical level, and I am constantly working on my equivalent of CEUs…meaning I, like everyone else, scrape together resources to keep training as best I can.
That version doesn’t sell tickets or get students to walk through the door.

The version that sells tickets talks about my boundless spirit and powerful (stage) presence…my skillful mastery and all the unique things about what it is I can do that sets me apart from other people.
yeesh.
The story becomes this thing that is me but also not me.
It’s bigger than me.

2. Never believe your own P.R.

…not at face value, anyway. It’s like a resume! All the things you do and all the things you’ve done portrayed in the best possible way…over and over and over again…and it’s all factually true, at least ideally.
In the midst of all of this, it requires some due diligence to stay authentic…to transcend both those things that are overly doubtful or confident…to stay focused on improving skills and learning more and going about your own business.
It requires diligence keep a healthy ego and still do the job!

Performers, leaders and teachers in a sense are required to be bigger than life in some ways, and some of those ways are not inherently bad.
Some of those ways can move or inspire people. Some of those ways can effect a positive change on a grand scale. Some of those ways are exactly the means to communicate the messages or ideas in what it is that’s being created.

Sometimes it means you are merely the one willing to take a stand or make the final decision when it’s a hard decision and there are no great options but only the lesser of a few evils…when no one else will or wants to…being willing to take the heat, even when every indication is you’re gonna be fried to a crisp.

Sometimes it means you are the one willing to take a chance and have enough faith…faith enough to risk…faith enough to try to pull people together in the face of adversity…the willingness to risk failure and to stay on target even when the walls are crumbling down all around.
Yep. Sometimes you have to be just a little bit bigger than life…or at least totally nuts…to do it…some of it…any of it.
In the end I have to say I am actually grateful for all of the P.R. I’ve gotten so far. There is some authenticity in it. I have managed to sell more tickets to things that I really believed people would enjoy experiencing. I have also managed to get a chance to work with people and have them walk away from the experience with something positive

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technical difficulties

We’ve been having probems with the Big Red Taiko Van. It’s an intermittent electrical problem tht causes random ignition coils to misfire or read as if they are misfiing.

Trying to get the problem diagnosed put me about 12 hours behnd schedule.

Then, just past Battle Mountain, NV…and before mile marker 235…the van lost a tire. (right rear).

It went very wel all things considered. The whole tire didn’t blow. I made it to the side of the road. I had road flares…and so on.

I’m glad I had the sense to call AAA. It took the AAA guy a chunk of time to get to it and change it.

One odd thing about being in battle mountain, though…my phone goes all wonky. When I called the AAA emergency road service number, I got connected to the dispatcher in Oklahoma, and for the most part my phone thought it was in Chicago (using the clock auto-update feature)

In Moab now getting new tires, an alignment job and trying to rest up.

Ok…so that’s the brief little snippet of an update I had started to post on the way outbound to MU Daiko’s concert in MN. Who would have ever guessed the further adventures (and misadventures) that were to ensue!?

I may try to lay it all out in chronological order at some point…in all my copious amounts of spare time…with photo documentation.  (don’t hold your breath)
Concert production and touring at a working class band level is not for the faint of heart, lemmetellya!

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The other desert…

I am just home from the 3rd Annual Southern Arizona Taiko Festival un Tucson, Arizona. It was all mighty hot…except for the saguaro, which are still mighty cool…but I mean to say the desert was scorching though the nights were beautiful, and folks at the show were blazing, too.
One of the biggest downers for me was not being able to fully partake in a lot of the very yummy food events, partly because of arthritis stuff and partly because I had a wild bout of gastroenteritis right at the end, and a great deal in part because we had to cut out before OS’s uchiage tonight…but there was a trip to Juanito’s for carnitas at the start of it all, and they were tasty and fine, and I had a very tasty cream of mushroom soup last night…which didn’t stay with me long, but was a real treat, all the same.
It was great getting to see what’s going on Taiko-wise in AZ and also always great to see San Jose folks do their thing…especially classics like Gendai. That piece takes me back to being a kid and wanting to play so bad and not having anywhere to go.

I think Franco did most of his solo in mid-air.

It was most especially great getting to drum with everyone during bits of the show, and see OS’s arrangement of Raku (the piece Chabo taught on her workshop tour). Kristy did a heckofa lot, both drum wrangling and playing in some of the pieces.

Kuri Go GO! Go Kuri, Go!
I spent much of the week kind of sick and most of last night much sicker, so I was up when the automated call from the airline came in at 3AM, telling me our flights were cancelled. I called in and we were promptly rebooked on a 9AM flight and upon getting to the airport discovered we had been rebooked again onto an 8:30 am flight. By the time we made it to the terminal concourse of our connecting flight in Phoenix, the departure monitors said it had already departed. We did make the flight, though, and made it home in time to perform at the 15th Annual Pacific Rim Street festival in Old Sacramento.

That was a blast, too. Especially great because the weather was so fine, but also just a lot of fun. I wish I had been up to grabbing a bite and wandering around, but we pretty much just packed up and came home.
Me? I’m fine now, so long as I don’t eat anything. I did better with some water earlier and so I think the worst of things may have passed. It was an extra-adventurous morning, though, all things considered.

Home, at last…I spent a little bit of time watering the yard and there was cat barf to deal with. We were both totally beat so now Kristy is zonked out in her room, and I am hanging with Hapuna in mine after a decent nap.

Yes…all the glamour and the glory of the life of a professional Taiko drummer!

OK…but we were talking last night, backstage, and Kristy brought up that it was great just to play…to watch everyone and be with everyone, too…but mostly that it’s just so great and we are so lucky because we get to do this…and she’s so right. It’s not fame and glory, and it sure as heck ain’t the money…it’s the drumming…the people and the drumming. That’s what keeps us going.
It hits home more now that my fingers aren’t 100% happily functional and I’m dealing with some other occasionally heartbreaking things; but when all is said and done…I’m so lucky.

Life is life. Work is work. There’s always something to bother about, but really…I get by ok and sometimes do fairly well, and I do get to do what I love with some pretty great folks.

Big thanks to Rome & Karen and the other members of OS, thanks also to Suzuyuki Kai Mo Gan Daiko and to SJT…and thanks especially to all the Sac Taiko Dan members for pulling it all together today…more thanks to the Pac Rim folks and audience are due, and I have an extra special thank you to Bonnie Smith…It was such a joy to see you last night!
Here I go rambling on again…and none to focused and centered. I was reading through the previous posted rant and thinking it was due for some serious editing, but I am not so motivated, having for the time being mostly let go of the initial ire that inspired it…and I’ve got 2 more rants on a holding pattern in the back of my head.

So much waa waa waa…

heh.

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strictly my opinion (extended rant)

Some folks are of the opinion they can do whatever they want to do and call it Taiko. Play any rhythms, use any forms, do whatever they want…and it’s Taiko.

Sure. I can sit down at a piano and play any random notes I want and call it music. Or sit down with a set of congas and call it Latin percussion, or sit down with a djembe or a set of tablas or a changgo…

There. There’s a good example I can expound upon. I can’t whap out a smattering of rhythms on a changgo and easily say I’m playing Samul Nori…or adding to that particular genre of music…or perpetuating the tradition of that particular form of music in any way shape or form. I know a smattering about Samul Nori and the culture surrounding it and the culture it comes from, and someone who really plays has shown me how to  play a few rhythms, and sometimes I eat kalbi and kim chee and I know how to say ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ in Korean…which is not even the level of…wait…that’s me about to say something catty…I’ll cease and desist.

Maybe it’s a bad example. The changgo is a difficult instrument to play, so what about the Puk? The word ‘puk’ like the word ‘taiko’ is a generic word for drum. The rudimentary rhythms are somewhat easier to play, but I can’t just sit down with a Puk and say I am a certified P’ungmul Nori drummer, either. Certifiable, maybe…and the folks who really know how to play them do some pretty slick, cool things with them.
The equanimitable me says: Ok…but contemporary Taiko has some of its roots in Jazz improvisation. So it’s Jazz and Jazz is about freedom and creativity. So that’s why it gets to be whatever it is I want it to be, because mostly no one has to learn how to actually play  an instrument they intend to use before they start to play Jazz…right?

Some kazoo player somewhere in the world is having a huge laugh at my expense right now.

I couldn’t just pick up a trumpet or a sax or sit down at a drum kit and do whatever I want and say it’s Jazz…or maybe I can define my own reality and say it is whatever I want it to be…but to what end and at what cost?

It’s easier with dance.  I can basically move my body with a beat and even get it to move in a semi-coordinated fashion, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say I am any sort of a real dancer. Yes, I love dance. Yes, on some level any time I move for the purpose of expressing myself in a non-utilitarian sort of way is dancing…but I am not a dancer the way someone who has put time and effort into studying any sort of organized system of expressive body movement is a dancer.

Ok, but there’s folk music and dance…people coming together and creating songs and dances to express themselves from the heart, to entertain themselves, to have fun and so on. So maybe that’s the best argument. You’re carrying on a folk tradition.

Whose?

Ok…or maybe you’re creating a new folk tradition…but then…does that make it Taiko drumming?

Taiko is so accessible, people often take its cultural roots for granted, and there’s this romanticized notion of playing and performing that places the drums in some other category rather than being musical instruments the same way one might see a snare drum or even, say…a guitar…and since it’s such a modern art form, a lot of what defines it all as an art form is more readily open to…interpretation. It is an instrument used in Japanese traditional folk music and folk festivals which evolved over time. So it’s a folk instrument…and that supposedly makes it ok to take the instrument and do whatever I want, however I want and call it Taiko. We are, after all, artists, and we are limited to a certain extent only by our imaginations and the physical limitations imposed by the shape and style of the instruments themselves. The argument could be made that at the very least we have the common denominator of using the Japanese-style taiko drum as an instrument so it is perpetuating the use of that certain type of drum, and if it had to be categorized somewhere, it would fall under the greater scope and spectrum of taiko…more than, say, afro-cuban.

How did we get here? (and this is by no means a scholarly approach to this subject…this is a pseudo-scholarly, biased and objective rant)

There is a Haniwa figure that was unearthed in Gunma Prefecture (from the 7-9th C) that is considered to be the oldest depiction of any sort of percussion playing in Japan. It appears to show a guy with a cord-bound wedge-tightened hip hand drum played with both a stick and his hand in a style very similar to some classical changgo playing and some styles of drumming found in China.

While it is possible some of the instruments in Japan are entirely indigenous, the approach of many museum curators, anthropologists and ethnomusicologists has been to look at where the different styles of instruments may have originated. This points us toward India for origins of the tsuzumi and to an area somewhere around the Black Sea for origins of the byou-uchi (tacked head) nagado (long-bodied) miya-daiko (shrine drums).

In villages all over Japan there are shrines and temples. In these shrines and temples there are often drums played to accompany prayers and chanting, a job often taken up by villagers, themselves. In these villages people often used drums in a utilitarian fashion, to call people together, to send out a warning, to coordinate work efforts, to scare pests away from crops, and of course to party…to accompany singing and dancing…all leading back to our Haniwa friend, “Man beating the Taiko.”

Someone had to have created or at least decided upon what rhythms would be used, when and how. Some were derived from other sources. Over time they became traditional…handed down from one layperson shrine attendant to another, one monk to another, one soldier to another, one farmer to another, one accompanist to another…and more uniquely Japanese (especially if you figure some rhythms came with the people who were potentially bringing the instruments in from other places).

Of all the religious rites and other activities, about 14 festivals and a smattering of folk songs throughout Japan ended up having more taiko-centric, distinctly recognizable styles. The roots are usually traceable from about 200 to upwards of 1200 years or so ago.

In the mid to late 40′s Daihachi Oguchi is in Suwa, where the Onbashira festival has been happening for about the last 1200 years. He was given some old gakufu that no one else could read or understand. He adapted rhythms from the notation and began to play the pieces, arranging them in a modern fashion. He broke up the rhythms and had different people play different parts, he put drums together in sets like in a western kit drum set. He did improvisation in between sets of fixed patterns. They played the drums during festival times and then they played them at other times.

Poof. Kumi-daiko is born. Lots of other folks in the Hokuriku region see what he is doing and they start doing it, too. They get drums together, they draw from their own traditional festival music and folk music…but then this is all within the context of most people having grown up hearing these rhythms their whole lives within distinct cultural and often religious contexts.

Meanwhile, in Tokyo there are these 4 guys who play Taiko for the local festivals (ohayashi and o-bon). Two of them also play traditional percussion instruments to the point of obtaining formalized training and professional names. They also decide they would like to play more seriously and more often (one of them, ostensibly, with the hope to look cool and meet more girls). They go on to compose music, based on the minyo drumming, shitamachi Oedo-bayashi and the traditional Gagaku and Bugaku they’ve been formally trained in, and they go on to become the first professional group because they get hired by NHK to play for different things and then get hired out to play at different events.

Both Osuwa-daiko and Sukeroku-daiko end up more or less formalizing their styles. Over time they make practical and stylistic decisions to make what they are doing more distinctive. They start to go around and teach other people, or other people come to them…and some people just see them and copy them, or get a video and copy them.

Along comes Den-san. He spends most of his time spurning modern industrialism and spends a lot of time walking all over Japan on foot. He hooks up with the communal artists of Warabi-za who initially are focused on traditional Russian folk music and dance, but then decide they want to focus on and preserve traditional Japanese folk music and dance. Den-san continues on his own path, drawing a group of people together on Sado Island where they take the name Ondekoza. They bring in teachers, they travel to the festivals, they train with different festival groups, they study other traditional Japanese instruments. Some of them are talented enough to play and do some things by ear, but they take traditional lessons with artists and teachers who do classical dance or play the shakuhachi or the nohkan…and they train their asses off…and they try to create something that exemplifies the spirit and culture of Japan and what it means to be Japanese…and then they start touring internationally…problems ensue…the group splits and Kodo emerges and then Kodo becomes so famous some people think it’s all called Kodo drumming. These groups also go around and perform and teach workshops and some people go to study with them…and some just buy the videos.

In North America, Tanaka-Sensei starts SFTD in San Francisco…and he brings over Osuwa and Sukeroku-based styles, influenced in part by a smattering of Gojinjo-daiko and his life experiences as both a semi-pro ball player and Karateka…and over time develops his own more unique style and pieces. Meanwhile Kinnara folks in L.A. were also deciding they didn’t want to just do Bon-dance drumming once a year and they were getting together and playing the drums and improvising and creating North American Buddhist Taiko which was carried forward by groups like San Jose and Soh Daiko…although…their founding members often studied and sometimes performed (or even just messed around while hanging out with) with groups like Kinnara and SFTD and Ondekoza and Kodo…and most of them were Japanese-American (or Canadian) and buddhist…so…within a definite (still related to Japanese) cultural context. Oftentimes people started playing taiko with the specific desire to explore and experience a part of their own cultural heritage as well as to express themselves as contemporary artists.

And it’s all sooooo coooool! And it’s relatively easy. Anyone with hands and basic physical ability can pick up sticks and beat the drums. It’s all very natural and so very primal and human…and so that’s taiko, right? I get a taiko drum and a pair of sticks and I hit the drum and that’s taiko. That’s all I need.

Well…not quite. It’s percussion, sure. It’s expression, sure. Is it Taiko?

The ‘traditions’ of contemporary Taiko don’t go back very far…50-60 years…but those original groups and especially the pieces they played mostly carry forward festival and cultural traditions that go back hundreds if not thousands of years.

Yes there are more modern compositions and pieces and yes those pieces draw from a multidisciplinary array of art forms and different musical traditions. Innovation is good, sure, but what are you creating if you don’t have a firm foundation in the roots of the thing you are trying to be innovative in? Is it enough to copy a videotape? Is it enough to see one cool concert of people from Japan and then find drum-building instructions online and build a drum and then just do whatever you want to do with it? Is that Taiko? To a certain extent, I am also of the opinion that the distinctiveness of Taiko is also at a bit of a risk of being homgenized to the point where it is just more of the hodge-podge of world music…that is only definable as sort of non-western. And it’s all cool, too. I like world music. But a lot of it, more and more, sounds exactly the same to me. Often fun to listen to, but…without a lot of really deep meaning for me.

Not that everything has to have deep meaning, either…but sometimes it’s nice if it is there. Some connection to something older…bigger…whatever.

I can remember seeing a bit of art made on a xerox machine. It was a word or perhaps even just a letter, blown up and copied several thousand times until it had lost its recognizable form. Yes it was expressive. Yes it was creative. Yes…it was cool…to me. I liked it. But it was unrecognizable as the thing it had once been and so far removed from its origins as to be something entirely new…and not…language. It was art. It was something else.

So why call it Taiko? A lot of what is happening with Taiko drums is not necessarily kumi-daiko or anywhere near close to wadaiko anymore. In some regards it’s world music or even performance art…but to me it’s just not Taiko.

No…you don’t have to be Japanese to play taiko or be a taiko drummer. I’m not Japanese. I’m not even 100% J/A, though I grew up culturally J/A, and in some respects I’m somewhat culturally Japanese, given my own personal character and the amount of time I have spent living and training there.

Many of my students aren’t asian. All of them, however, have a certain interest in and respect for Japanese culture and art. Aside from pursuing Taiko as something really cool and fun, they also do it because they want to experience this culture…learning about and from its traditions.

There are aesthetic values that go along with the kata and the rhythms and pieces. Yes, there is a place for innovation from within the styles and traditions…but there is a point, especially when the artist has a limited or even no foundation from within those roots, that what is being created is something else…not Taiko…just something else…some other performance art with a drum.

OOh…and I used the word art. Some people are under the impression that calling taiko a type of ‘ART’ is a bad thing, implying that it’s some exclusive thing and there can only be certain ways of doing it, and who the hell am I to try and define what anyone else is attempting to do!? (that’s another rant, actually, in which I blather about folks just putting out their ‘sensei’ shingle because they are ‘teaching’ taiko)

People want it to be accessible. People want it to be something they can participate in and experience. People want it to be something they can do…and when they discover it’s not so easy and when they discover it’s something beyond their own realm of understanding, they want it to be more about who they are and what they understand. They want to do it their own way…but then…what is it they’re doing? What are they accomplishing? What are they saying?

At a certain point it becomes homogenous glop. A copy of a copy of a copy, totally out of context, and totally separate from its original purposes and meaning. That glop can be a cool form of expression in its own right.

What do you want to create?

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back in the desert

The Moab workshop went reasonably well, although it was not a workshop so much as a composition session…and yes.  I still owe SCT a piece.  I think about it often.

Kills me, sometimes, how pieces can flow or not flow…how, at least for me, it’s dependent upon the abilities of the players, too…and how some things can just gel, and other things are like pulling teeth.

I’ve been able to get out ino the desert a bit this time.  Slept out under the stars one night.  Did a calm float down part of the Colorado.  Went and hung out with friends in Arches one night…oh.  I also went about 30 yards down the slickrock bike trail before I thought better of it and headed back to the start.

Kristy did the Practice Loop.  Kristy Rocks!  I figure I am way behind the curve when it comes to utilizing things…like, oh…gears…and being without health insurance and all, it’s better safe than mangled.

Honestly, for that level of adventure and death-defying excitement, I’d rather be in a raft.

The best thing about being out here is being faced with so much raw, natural beauty.  It’s been raining quite a bit, so there are wildflowers in bloom and things are much greener than I am used to seeing them.  There’s also a bit of perspective to be gained in learning more about the geology here, in particular being able to see the age of the dinosaurs come and go in layers of sandstone.  160 million years.  Meteorite impact.  Poof.  Gone.  It’s a glimpse of impermanence among the rock formations which seem more timeless and eternal, but then even the rock, itself, tells a humbling tale.

There is evidence of a local mass extinction (meteorite impact) on top of evidence for the global mass extinction (KT event).  There is also evidence pointing to this desert being a tropical rain forest and also been part of a tidal flat system and part of an inland sea.  This part of the continent was even equatorial at one point, too.  Who knows what’s coming next…!?

It’s all fuel for the creative fire.  It’s a way to expand my mind…my heart, too.

 

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kokoha doko? atashiha dare?

I was joking with someone the other day how sometimes on tour it’s easy to lose track of what day it is or where you are.

It’s a sort of ‘in-joke’ I have often heard. When one group member pipes up and asks, “Kokoha doko?” (lit. where is here?), another will often reply, “Watashiha dare?” (lit. I am who?).

Today I am visiting Shidara. Yesterday, I was at Asano Taiko.

I was there to aisatsu, catch up with folks a little bit and take care of a little business, and I was going to take off fairly early but then Senmu came in and asked if I knew Katsuji Kondo. I said i did and he asked whether or not I could stay for lunch with them…so I did.

Life is simply better with a JR rail pass.

We ended up at a posh sort of kaiseki place, and here’s where my lack of ability in speaking the Japanese language really kills me (and my career) in so many ways.

I can understand most of what’s being said, but I can’t converse at all, and so can’t ask pertinent questions or participate much in the conversation in any meaningful way.

So…as an aside…I’ll say it again. If you are serious about wanting to learn and play taiko…learn to speak Japanese. I can’t emphasize that enough.

Anyway, among other interesting topic of conversation were the fact that women just really didn’t have the opportunity to play the more power-oriented styles (like Odaiko) before about 1990, and that currently it’s a lot harder to find men than women who really want to play.

The phenomenon is not limited to Taiko in North America.

Other stuff that came up included a lot of the other issues that usually come up. Noise restrictions around practicing and finding places to practice, difficulties in trying to keep a group stable, how crazy and great it is to be able to make a living playing…how so much of it hand-to-mouth and involves a lot of sacrifice and so on, and how it’s especially difficult to find anyone to seriously take on being a professional Taiko player.

We talked a little bit about different events and promising new groups and artists debuting here. We talked about food for a while. We talked about how much Senmu has made a difference in the world of Taiko and in out own careers. We talked about how long we’ve all been doing this and how long ago we met and how great it was to see each other again.

It was a nice lunch.

Shortly after I made arrangements to have a new (used) stand sent via takyuubin to Tokyo and headed off on my way to Toyohashi and onward up the mountain.

I had a bit of a layover in Toyohashi so I did a quick run to get some juice (there’s a stand in the mall at the station) and some fruit to snack on. I picked up a 4-pack of ruby red grapefruits for Megan and dashed back in to catch the train.

It’s cold here…about as cold as Sado. I’m gonna head down and say hi to everyone and offload omiyage! (yay!) nothing quite so relieving as that.

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