Farhad performs Koodakaneh live in Koln, one of his last concerts. This is one of my all-time favorite artists, songs, and performances. I'll come back later tonight to write my Friday post. Have a brilliant day everybody!
بوی گل محمدی که خشک شده لای کتاب....با اینا زمستونو سر می کنم، با اینا خستگی مو در می کنم....بوی باغچه، بوی حوض، عطر خوب نذری، شب جمعه پی فانوس توی کوچه گم شدن، توی جوی لاجوردی هوس یه آبتنی ، با اینا زمستونو سر می کنم، با اینا خستگی مو در می کنم
Mohammad Reza and Homayoun Shajarian perform Morgh-e-Sahar (Bird of Dawn) with Hossein Alizadeh and Kayhan Kalhor in their concert benefitting the Bam earthquate victims in Tehran.So, this is the third time one of my friends has sent me this video clip, and today is the day that it gets posted in honor of friendship! Fariba, Farideh, and Daisy (on recommendation from her friend, Gity) have each separately shown sentiment for the song. As you recall, I wrote about Morgh-e-Sahar a while back, but posted another rendition of it by Hengameh Akhavan and Mohammad Reza Lotfi back then. Most Iranians have a love affair with this song. Since it was first performed by the first Iranian female vocalist Ghamarolmolook Vaziri, based on a score written by Maestro Morteza Neidavood some 85 years ago, many artists have performed it. It is a song people sing in family gatherings and when they are alone, to themselves! This is an ageless song which never tires me, and it appears that I'm not alone in that feeling, so here we go! Enjoy. مرغ سحر ناله سر كن *** داغ مرا تازه تر كن زآه شرر بار *** اين قفس رابرشكن و زير و زبر كن بلبل پر بسته ز كنج قفس درآ *** نغمه آزادى نوع بشر سرا وز نفسى عرصه اين خاك توده را *** پر شرر كن
Banoo Molook Zarrabi sings and plays the Tombak with Anooshirvan Rohani in 1977. She was the first female singer/instrumentalist of Iran. In this video, she was already 70+ years old.It's Friday. I end a hard but good week. I have heard from good friends, have delivered on several outstanding obligations, have made some decisions I was putting off for a while, and would like to think that I am just a tiny bit wiser than last week. Today on my lunch break I went for a walk around the block to enjoy the sunshine which had spontaneously broken out of the morning rain, soon to be followed by another storm this weekend. There was a nice breeze which felt so good on my face. I was taking deep breaths of the fresh air, feeling so fortunate to be out in the open air. Right where there was a sea of sunshine and that nice breeze was coming from all directions on a street corner, I stopped and closed my eyes, willing the sun and the wind to caress me and to soothe out my small worries and small pains. It felt so good. So, I have four young men in the house at this moment, sitting around, watching a basketball game. This is a Friday night and it is a rare occurrence to have them stay in, but I don't mind. Daisy suggested today that we make this Friendship Week in my blogs. I rather like the idea! Of course in my life, everyday is friendship day and every week is friendship week. What would my life be without my friends? I hear from them on the phone across the seas, on Yahoo and MSN Messengers, in my blogs, in my four email accounts, and in person. Some of them call me several times a day! So, we will make this the Friendship Week. Please talk about what friendship means to you, who your friends are, and how you will celebrate them this week. If you wish, send me your friends' photos and I will feature them. If you want, write a longer post and I will feature it in my blogs. You can dedicate a song, a videoclip, a poem, or anything your heart desires to them here. I am around tonight and most of this weekend, so I hope to answer your kind comments more quickly, and answering my tens (and tens) of neglected emails. Be good you all, think good thoughts, say good words, and dream good dreams. Have a good weekend y'all.
سلام. بالاخره با کمک لوا بعد از یک سال دیشب موفق شدم نرم افزارم را فارسی کنم و حروف پ و ژ را روی صفحهء کلید پیدا کنم. خیلی ذوق کردم. گفتم یک پست فارسی بنویسم ببینم چه احساسی داره!
پسر بزرگتر من که هم سحرخیزه و هم برعکس من و برادرش صبح ها خیلی سرحال و هوشیاره (کاما کجاست؟) امروز صبح با دیدن من پشت میز و در حال کار باز حرف زدنش گرفته بود. میخواست از آسمون و ریسمون حرف بزنه و من هم وسط کار ترجمه بودم و اصلا نمیخواستم تمرکزم را از دست بدم. بنابراین جوابهای کوتاه و عمومی می دادم (مثل آهان و درسته و ای بابا!) که بتونم کارم را ادامه بدم. بعد از چند دقیقه و چند موضوع مختلف به من گفت: " مامان (کاما) حالت خوبه؟" بهش نگاه کردم. چشمهای خوشگل و براق و مهربونش به من نگاه می کردند و یک گرهء کوچولو مثل یک اخم ملایم ابروهاشو به هم وصل کرده بودن. گفتم:" خوبم. خوب خوب." گرهه آب شد. حرفاشو ادامه داد. این بار دیگه واقعا گوش می کردم. گفت: "من یه چیزی راجع به خودم تازگیها فهمیدم. فهمیده ام که من نسبت به شرایط زندگیم همیشه فقط عکس العمل نشون میدم. یعنی صبر می کنم تا اتفاقات بیفتن (کاما) اونوقت یه کاری می کنم. بعضی وقتها این کار را هنرمندانه انجام میدم! بعضی وقتها خیلی خرابکاری می کنم. از خرابکاری خسته شده ام. می خوام یک کمی فکر کنم و خودمو عوض کنم." گفتم: "خوب اگه صورت مسئله رو بدونی نصف راهو رفتی! اگه راه حلو بدونی سه چهارم راهو رفتی. میمونه یک چهارم. به راه حل نزدیک تر از اونی هستی که فکر میکنی." سرشو تکون داد و رفت. وقتی جوابشو دادم دیگه حرفی با هام نداشت! من وپسرم و کامپیوترم و میز نهارخوری و لیوان چایی—حتی بدون کاما هم روز خیلی خیلی خوبیه. دوشنبهء خوبی داشته باشین.
George Michael and Queen play "Somebody To Love," in a concert in 1992, paying tribute to Freddie Mercury. I consider this one of the best live performances ever, singing a beautiful song, in memory of a beautiful man, with a legendary band, and an absolutely fabulous audience. Watch to the end and enjoy! Happy Saturday everyone.
A handmade post card he sent to his mother in Europe.
He started attending the Conservatory (Honarestan-e-Ali-Moosighi) with his uncle and his aunt who went on to become a famous stage actor and director.
Living with his grandparents, his paternal grandfather, a teacher, an actor, the innovator and director of Shahnameh plays (Teatr-e-hemasi), an expert in Shahnameh recitation (Naghali), a calligrapher, and an avid sportsman and hunter, became his role model. His best times were spent hiking and hunting with his grandfather. When he was advised to stay away from football, hiking, and any physical activities which might lead to injuries threatening his ballet career, he was resentful, telling his father that he wished to quit ballet school, and each year at his father’s urging and insistence, he would go back to a higher class at the Conservatory.
No need to apologize for wanting to write about me. I am flattered! I mean, who wouldn't like someone tracking them down and wanting to write about them?!! Maybe I could be famous for another 15 minutes after your article! But seriously, I don't mind it at all. My career as a dancer in New York was at its peak during the early years of the Revolution and consequently not a lot of Iranian immigrants in this country were in a position to even care about such things as ballet or the fine arts in general. So I have been unknown to most. This has always been a sore point for me (but without blaming anyone and understanding the time frame), because even though I received praises from the audiences here and had articles written about me from Newsweek to the Times, there has not been any mention of my work anywhere in the Iranian media be it Farsi or English and no recognition form my own people. So I welcome and appreciate you for wanting to do this. How interesting that you were my beloved grandparents' neighbor! I miss them very much. Was this at the apartment in Vanak? Anyway. You can get in touch with me either by mail or call me on my cell phone or at home.
They checked my name on the list, gave me a ballot in a folder (Democratic and Republican and I suppose Independent ballots are printed separately, and because when I had registered as a California Voter I had declared that I vote Democratic, they gave me the Democratic ballot in that blue folder.)
I could choose to vote on a machine or by pen on paper. I chose to do it with a pen, so I was guided to this "booth."
This is Leo, a disabled American on a wheelchair who volunteers to work at the polling station. Last time I went to vote, I had met him. He monitors the ballot box to his right, making sure the ballot is fed properly into the machine. When I submitted my ballot, Leo gave me a sticker which said: "I Voted." I thanked the volunteers and left. It took under 10 minutes, even with taking the pictures and all.
At noontime in downtown Berkeley, as in everywhere, there were people encouraging others to go vote for their candidate of choice. This woman's recommendaion was Barack Obama.
Bruce Springsteen sings "I'm on Fire" in Paris in 1985.Ha Ha, there was something very liberating about staying home all day on a rainy Saturday in my pajamas, working on my story! It feels good to have accomplished as much as I did with the amazing dancer's story after such a long time. I want to be done with it by tomorrow. The boys and their friends are off to the City again, and I have the quiet house to myself, listening to the rain again. I know this must sound just so boring and so middle-aged to you, but I waited all this past week for this day and did exactly as I pleased, a valuable fringe benefit of being middle-aged and single! I did have my talk with sweet Shervin, who came and watched a ballet videoclip with me, listened to Shahr-e-Ghesseh with me some, and listened to my unsolicited advice politely, defending his points of view honestly and vigorously. All I could do was to ask him to think about the stuff I was telling him, and he said he would (though now I wonder how seriously he would have taken me sitting here in my pajamas!). It was a very productive day, exciting in its own unique way. I wanted to post a rain song, but decided instead on a fire song! Have a good evening you all.