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Oh my gauche.
I declare that, though heretofore the Shepherd composition major Jordan Kuspa held very little to no interest for me, he is now one of my favorite people. He just got eighteen billion cool points.
Walking home from escorting Andrew to Shepherd to be picked up, I reached the block of buildings and parking lots one out from the inner loop and encountered a man in a car who rolled down his window and asked me where the concert of Iranian music was. I didn't know; perhaps at Shepherd? No, he said, in a place near entrance 21. Hamman Hall, I said! It's right at the end of that cul-de-sac.
Iranian music, I thought. Huh. I love Iranian music. So I went the thirty feet out of my way to Hamman Hall to see what this was all about. Turns out, it was Persian-Flamenco fusion, started in half an hour. I called a couple people to see if they liked flamenco, and convinced mama to walk over.
Once I bought our tickets, I noticed: Hey! That's Jordan on the program. He's playing fusion? And improvising? What??
Let me say again, oh my gauche. Though the program started off slowly with several original songs by the guitarists, by the second half (which opened with Jordan's Dinosaur Suite I'd heard before but apparently not understood, because this time it was fantastic) I was utterly involved. There was a guy with a cajon (percussion instrument; basically a box with a snare on the inside), Jordan, and two fantastic flamenco guitarists, and they played like they'd been jamming together for years. Jordan, I've found, rivals even Andrew in his idiomatic improvisatory capacity; the Persian audience were won over fully; they screamed for him, chanted his name along with those of the sons of their community, whistled and applauded after his solos... That boy's got the harmonic minor down.
The last thing they played was a tune called Hamsafar (Traveling Companion), and I don't know where I know it from, but Jesus Christ the Apple Tree, did they rock out. Jordan pu ton sunglasses to play it, and he deserved them. The ovation was at least ten minutes long, and people were shouting encore in every language they knew. The whole ensemble came back onstage and played one, but the four who did the second half just won the day.
Hopefully, I will be able to buy a recording of that concert, because it contains things we need to understand. I really want to jam properly one of these days, guys.
I declare that, though heretofore the Shepherd composition major Jordan Kuspa held very little to no interest for me, he is now one of my favorite people. He just got eighteen billion cool points.
Walking home from escorting Andrew to Shepherd to be picked up, I reached the block of buildings and parking lots one out from the inner loop and encountered a man in a car who rolled down his window and asked me where the concert of Iranian music was. I didn't know; perhaps at Shepherd? No, he said, in a place near entrance 21. Hamman Hall, I said! It's right at the end of that cul-de-sac.
Iranian music, I thought. Huh. I love Iranian music. So I went the thirty feet out of my way to Hamman Hall to see what this was all about. Turns out, it was Persian-Flamenco fusion, started in half an hour. I called a couple people to see if they liked flamenco, and convinced mama to walk over.
Once I bought our tickets, I noticed: Hey! That's Jordan on the program. He's playing fusion? And improvising? What??
Let me say again, oh my gauche. Though the program started off slowly with several original songs by the guitarists, by the second half (which opened with Jordan's Dinosaur Suite I'd heard before but apparently not understood, because this time it was fantastic) I was utterly involved. There was a guy with a cajon (percussion instrument; basically a box with a snare on the inside), Jordan, and two fantastic flamenco guitarists, and they played like they'd been jamming together for years. Jordan, I've found, rivals even Andrew in his idiomatic improvisatory capacity; the Persian audience were won over fully; they screamed for him, chanted his name along with those of the sons of their community, whistled and applauded after his solos... That boy's got the harmonic minor down.
The last thing they played was a tune called Hamsafar (Traveling Companion), and I don't know where I know it from, but Jesus Christ the Apple Tree, did they rock out. Jordan pu ton sunglasses to play it, and he deserved them. The ovation was at least ten minutes long, and people were shouting encore in every language they knew. The whole ensemble came back onstage and played one, but the four who did the second half just won the day.
Hopefully, I will be able to buy a recording of that concert, because it contains things we need to understand. I really want to jam properly one of these days, guys.
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AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Oh. My. Gauche.
We have a winner.