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    KIM KASHKASHIAN'S VOCAL VIOLA

    WBUR.org, Boston MA
    Sept 4 2009

    LISTEN NOWBy Robert Siegel-- All Things Considered

    A few weeks ago, a new CD by the violist Kim Kashkashian arrived in
    the mail. She plays pieces by Armenian and Israeli composers on the
    disc, and after popping it into the CD player, I was amazed to find
    myself blown away by the title track.

    It's called Neharot, Neharot. That's Hebrew for Rivers,
    Rivers. Kashkashian says it's about war and grief.

    "The piece refers specifically to the weeping and mourning of women
    before, during and after war," Kashkashian says, although the music
    wasn't originally intended to reflect that.

    Israeli composer Betty Olivero was writing a piece for Kashkashian
    to play when war broke out across Israel's northern border. Rockets
    were flying. People were dying, and grieving. And those events forced
    themselves into Olivero's composition.

    It's scored for two string ensembles -- that often play against each
    other -- an accordion, percussion and, of course, Kashkashian's
    viola. (You can hear an excerpts of the music on the left side of
    this page.)

    Reaching Inside 'Neharot, Neharot'

    The music quotes liberally from Middle Eastern melodies and songs of
    mourning, Kashkashian says. There are also quotes from a madrigal by
    the Italian baroque composer, Claudio Monteverdi, which sound just out
    of reach -- just beneath an only partially penetrable, dark surface.

    "The piece starts very, very dark," Kashkasian explains. "The two
    orchestras play a dissonance both harmonically and rhythmically,
    and the accordion is joining the second orchestra. So that's how the
    piece opens, and what you've got is a picture that's already distorted
    from the very beginning."

    The music becomes more conflicted, and then the mournful lament of
    violas begins. Not Kashkashian's, but those of the ensemble.

    "What Olivero's done is darken the picture, make us a little confused,"
    Kashkashian says.

    Some nine minutes into these musical allusions to war and grief, it
    becomes explicit. The taped voices of women crying out in mourning
    seem to appear from the haze, intertwining with Kashkashian's viola.

    She says the challenge for her in this piece is not to play like a
    classical violist. Kaskashian tries to match the singers in a way
    she describes as more vocal than instrumental.

    Within a few minutes, there's some resolution, some familiar
    intervals. But I found the memory of those voices stayed with me --
    they are actually laments that professional mourners sing in Arabic
    and in Kurdish. For me, it demonstrates the paradox of recording. I
    can listen to them over again. I can read liner notes that describe
    how the composer came by the idea. But nothing substitutes for the
    first hearing -- when it is new, powerful, disorienting and painful.

    "It is a paradox," Kashkashian says. "For all of us interpreters, we
    face the paradox of having a given text, which stays the same. It's
    our job to be true to it and yet to make it new every time we get
    on stage."
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