25 Ağustos 2023 Cuma

Turkish Author, Composer, and Singer Zulfu Livaneli is also a great columnist_August_25th Essay for Oksijen Newspaper

 Sultan Abdülhamid was a Fan of Opera

I don't believe that the majority of people considered conservative in Turkey are concerned with preserving the old culture. They don't defend Itri's music, Sinan's architecture, or Baki's poetry, nor do they enjoy this aesthetic level. They have grown up within a distorted understanding of modernization that emerged as a result of an unplanned migration of at least fifty million people to the cities. They have embraced not the songs of Şevki Bey or the folk songs of Karacaoğlan, but rather arabesque music; not Mimar Kemalettin, but unauthorized buildings with iron sprouts on top and versifications with no literary value whatsoever. Looking at the matter from this perspective, we must say that we are the true conservatives in the realm of culture. Those who claim to be conservatives are in a misguided interpretation. This same incorrect interpretation also applies to the exaggerated image of Sultan Abdülhamid II that they have been promoting in recent years, which has no connection whatsoever to the image of Abdülhamid who would hang and execute people, raid places, and slap envoys on TRT screens.

Engaged in a passionate love affair with a Belgian girl named Flora Cordier, who played the piano, brought her clothes from Paris, and shared a stormy romance, spoke French albeit not as fluently as his brother Murad, drank rum instead of raki, and projected a Westernized appearance with his lifestyle, the Sultan's love for opera is well known, and it's already known that he even had an opera performed in his palace. When he was a 24-year-old prince, he accompanied his uncle Abdulaziz on a European journey, and after seeing Paris and London, he expressed his sadness over the widening gap between us and the West. He sent money to Pasteur for his newly established laboratory, established the Bakteriyolojihane-i Şahane center in Istanbul with the help of the French during the epidemic, attempted to familiarize the people with Western clocks by erecting clock towers in various cities, was a fan of Sherlock Holmes, and enjoyed listening to Johann Strauss's composition dedicated to his birthday.

Despite his caliphate policy used against major powers aiming to dismantle the Ottoman Empire, in his private life, he embraced a European style like his father, his uncle who composed waltzes, and his brother. He imported four Steinway pianos from Paris for his children. In short, he was a sultan who maintained an authoritarian regime suppressing opposition while also admiring the European lifestyle. Adding to all this, it's worth mentioning that he ordered Colt pistols in Native American attire through American ambassador Terrel, just to make the picture even clearer. Since he ordered them from America, he must have tried them at least once or twice.

He was someone who both said "ancestors" every day and viewed opera and ballet as decadence. With the desire that those who view his life this way should also read the relevant section from the book "On the Back of the Tiger," I would like to share it with you.

Italian Opera Singers at the Palace

In that beautiful palace, which had now become a dream, the Sultan, who would have novels read to him behind a screen placed at the foot of his bed every night, would sometimes have sleepless nights and would clap his hands, saying only "opera." This single word would signal that the Italian artists, both men and women, who had been bestowed titles like pasha, major, colonel, had only half an hour to prepare and get on stage. At the head of the palace theater was Arturo Stravolo, who was a mimic master from Naples, who had migrated to Istanbul with his father, mother, actress wife, brothers, uncles, aunts, and had entered the service of the Sultan.

Since the Sultan didn't want repetitions of the same plays, one of Stravolo's duties was to watch new plays in Europe and stage them in the palace. All the actors were attached to a military unit and had to wear the uniform corresponding to their ranks. Angelo was a lieutenant, violinist Luigi was a captain, baritone Gaetano was a colonel, and highly skilled tenor Nicola wore the uniform of a sergeant. Orchestra conductor Aranda Pasha had to start performing the requested piece of music within half an hour of receiving the "Masked Ball" order in the middle of the night. Some days, the Sultan would watch the plays with his family and guests, but at night, he would sit alone in his box. If there was a part in the play that he didn't understand or didn't like, he would signal with his hand to stop everyone. In order for the performance to continue, every detail had to be explained to his majesty.

Moreover, since the Sultan didn't like tragic endings, the conclusions of every opera, from La Traviata to Il Trovatore, would be altered to create happy endings. For example, at the end of La Traviata, Violetta wouldn't die but would dance happily.

The most beloved actor for the Sultan to watch was Arturo's beautiful wife, Cecilia. He wanted to see her in the lead role in every play, but due to biological reasons, this was often not possible. Therefore, the troupe had to resort to disguises, using wigs and makeup to make another actress resemble Cecilia, and dimming the lights. Cecilia frequently became pregnant, and since her growing belly didn't suit the young girl roles she played, she wouldn't perform until after giving birth. Nevertheless, all this effort was worth it in the end. The Italian actors were living luxuriously on high salaries, and the troupe's director, Arturo, was rewarded with privileges such as being the owner of the first car in Istanbul. As the guardian of Islam in Anatolia, the caliph was an admirer of European culture. He would say that Turkish music was only drum and zurna, and that although it was called "alaturka," this music had its origins in Persia and Greece. He was a great lover of opera. However, due to his contradictory nature, he would sometimes become bored in the middle of a performance. Stravolo, realizing that the Sultan was bored, would immediately interrupt the play and bring out various performers such as jugglers, magicians, acrobats to entertain him.

https://gazeteoksijen.com/yazarlar/zulfu-livaneli/abdulhamid-bir-opera-hayraniydi-187072

15 Temmuz 2023 Cumartesi

RHCP Concert Attendees in Three Countries, Serendipity and Generosity

Mad Cool Festival (July 6-8) takes place in Madrid, an alternative music festival for the ones who take live concerts seriously. My brother and his lifelong friends from Turkey are among them. Exactly a week ago, I received a text from my brother with a name and phone number along with fun and funny photos from the concert area. The phone belonged to the wonderful Leslie, a SF-based yoga instructor who invited me for her lesson in San Francisco as a gesture and kindness in return as she was deeply touched by the space-sharing system that my brother and his friends created in the front rows. I took the invitation as I thought it was such a cool thing to offer and it has been ages since my in-person yoga class. In fact, it has been exactly 9 years since my first free yoga class in the cool gray summer of San Francisco.  Aylin accompanied me during and after the class, which was a delight as always. She is funny, transparent and very unique in her own ways. One of the reliable adopted SF family members, a sister with a fire sign. On the way to my temporary home, I felt very relieved and content in a way that I missed a lot (I miss that feeling!) watching the world through pink lenses. Matcha latte, blue matcha, and a smelly and expensive grilled cheese sandwich at Epicurean Trader on Union St. (Cow Hollow)

The yoga class began with Leslie's anecdote on space-sharing and how she gets to meet the two siblings in the same week across the world (Madrid and SF!) She had given me a big hug, thanks, and asked for consent to share the anecdote before that. The yoga studio is called Yoga Flow &  her class took place in the Union St. branch, a spacious one with light colors and large ceiling windows, which I adore in any building. I was soaking with sweat and had to commute two hours from Berkeley (round trip) and spent around 40$ for the occasion but it was worth it. I'm in transition (still) and I can't even diagnose myself whether I'm now an introvert or people's person, or a small-town hippie type who is high sensitive and cannot deal with crowds. 

It turned out that Aylin too attended RHCP concert in LA in the early nineties.  I saw them in Istanbul (September 2012) with my cousin, and Leslie a week ago in Madrid. What brought three of us yesterday was more than serendipity or the love of music: It was the willingness to invest in the time and the good intention towards the Other. This requires a newly defined generosity and sharing that goes beyond money-sharing or charity. It began with my brother's space-sharing which Leslie connected to self-confidence of the space-sharer, and continued with meeting a new person, a new yoga studio, and making an old friend happy! 

AylinCan, happy 9th Anniversary of a -inshallah- much Longer Friendship/Sisterhood! 

12 Temmuz 2023 Çarşamba

July Blues and Silvers

Reading Rebecca Solnit's essays are inspiring for revisiting one's own writing skills as a woman who likes non-fiction. Plus, I still get some nudges from friends who live in other countries or states, asking me "Why don't you continue your blog at least?" So here I am after 9 months of break with my first 2023 entry in the midst of July in Berkeley. 

I have had very good excuses for not writing, at least I convinced myself that I have:

1. People don't read much and they are more distracted than ever. I have several friends who wouldn't even remember that I got a new book out in January 2023. Brain fog is the new fancy excuse that not only bohemian arty types are using, It's post-pandemic officially and everyone is using it, including myself. 

2. The biggest earthquake recorded in the history of Turkish Republic hit the 10 provinces on February 6th 2023. It was pretty traumatic to say the least. My parents' city is no longer there. I've been involved in the efforts of reconstruction and will be.

3. My mom had two major surgeries (knee and hip) and a serious and longterm care-taking process began, which I thought marked the end of my precious freedom. I spent several months in the city of my nightmares and at my parents home. I met too many doctors and healthcare providers than I ever wanted to. 

4. The election results weighed me down, feeling me paralyzed for some days. Sometimes the positive-energy generator in me that I've been blessed with (and shared generously with others) is feeling down too even if it's functioning. It is a generator after all!

There is always something valuable in the trials of life and for me it was the solidarity and unconditional support that I received from friends and family on top of perfect strangers' whose generosity always moves me more than the expected forms. 

Finally, my friend Patricia supports my dad's encouragement on a new book that I should be writing about "how to live a decent life with under 500$ per month in the Bay Area" but I will keep it for my retirement or as a lifelong secret. True, a self-help book for the Californian lovers who are digital nomads with no strings attached might actually bring me some money unlike the books that I spent months researching and writing. However, I value privacy more than than money. Everyone's journey is different, and I am hesitant to give "advice" to people and act like I figured out something that they haven't even if I have:)

However, I will continue getting inspired by Rebecca Solnit so it's likely that the frequency of my entries may increase in the coming months. The title? Well, if you know of the Bay Area weather, especially of SF in summer time and my age, then you can figure it out:)