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����������������� ���������������������� ����������������������� Ustatshakirt Plus ������������������������� Sunday, October 4, 2015, 2:00 p.m. ������������� Gartner Auditorium, the Cleveland Museum of Art ����������������������������������������������������� ������������������������������������������������������� Music Director Nurlanbek Nyshanov ������������������������������������������������������� ��������������������������������������������������������� �������������������������������������������������������� Musicians ��������������������������������������������������� Bek Alagushov komuz, jaw harp, choor, vocal ������������������������������������������������������ ����������������������������������������������������� Aizada Kasabolotova komuz, jaw harp, vocal Makhabat Kobogonova komuz, jaw harp ���������������� Adinai Kudabaeva komuz, jaw harp �������������������� ����������������������������������� Nurlanbek Nyshanov jaw harp, sybyzgy, choor, ������������������������ chopo choor �������������������������������������������� Tolgonai Osmonova jaw harp, sybyzgy, choor, �������������������������������� chopo choor �������������������� ������������������������������ Ustatshakirt Plus appears in collaboration with the Aga Khan ���������������������������������������������� Music Initiative, a program of the Aga Khan Trust for Culture. �������������������������������� Program “Spoiled Red-Haired Boy” R. Jumabaev Ensemble ������ ������������������������������������������������ ��������������������� “Echo of Time” K. Kalendarov ��������������������������������������������� Ensemble �������������������������������� “I Remember” “I’m So Sad to Say Goodbye” A. Ogombaev Q. Dosmambetova Aizada Kasabolotova, vocal Text: O. Sultanov Bek Alagushov, vocal Aizada Kasabolotova, vocal Ensemble Ensemble When summer reached its peak Driving a herd of horses at dawn, On the hilly mountain, I slowly rode my horse along the shallow gully. She chose one of the many flowers and picked it. The cool air of the summer pasture I remember that tranquil girl. Met me with a tender and discreet hug. The native aroma of flowers We agreed to entrust our fate to one another; And their beauty intoxicate me. We agreed to pick the flowers of this life together. I remember the days when we talked about this, Cholo-Tor and Ashuu-Tor pastures, As the meaning of life grew deeper. I dearly long for you. Picking your iridescent flowers, Recall your vow and make a choice; I fixed them on my collar. My passion for you did not cool. If you sing, share with me Let modern, merry youth The song’s echo reflected form cliffs. Have a life-partner in you. During our childhood in the mountains, I played chikit [a Kyrgyz children’s game]. “Impudent One” We argued ten times a day. N. Boroshev We made up ten times. Bek Alagushov, solo komuz We played catch, Competing with foals. “Qanykey’s Story” Those days of mine Grow more and more distant. Traditional I’m sad to say goodbye Ensemble To my dear childhood. Life tries to steal from me My insatiable youth. 4 5 “Ak Satkyn and Kulmyrza” Traditional Those who came to search for their dear one, Aizada Kasabolotova, vocal Let them dig up that ash heap. Bek Alagushov, vocal If they open it, they will find your body; Ensemble The flower-bed will be refreshed. Under me is a blanket from rough silk, my friend. I’m testing my strength; Under my head is an embroidered pillow. Let me fix the levy for your death: I lay on my side. Sixty herd animals with big horns and a hundred gold coins In my head were deep thoughts. And a beautiful young girl. Having made a path from one side, you followed it across. Slashed the side of the yurt, and thrust in your hand. I am at their disposal. Let’s agree on this, my friend: I said, “Stop, stop” but you didn’t stop. Let my father suffer, paying the compensation; You crawled into my bed. Let your father be joyous taking the compensation. I pleaded with you but you didn’t obey. Kulmyrza died, very good indeed; You crawled next to me. And he became a couple with Ak Satkyn. Not only did you not leave, you didn’t listen to me. Ak Satkyn killed herself with the white dagger’s thrust: After midnight you fell asleep. People saw the power of love. I slept uneasily; there were strange dreams. I awoke from nightmares. “On the Road” You didn’t take your hand away from my neck; N. Nyshanov You didn’t get out of my bed. Aizada Kasabolotova, komuz Someone bent down and looked through the hole [of the yurt]. Bek Alagushov, komuz Two people came in through the door. Adinai Kudabaeva, komuz You were thrown toward the entrance. You fell to the ground, breaking your neck. A double-whip hit your croup; “Dream” A double-dagger plunged into your liver. N. Nyshanov Ensemble Your innards are strung out on the ground. Your face turned pale, you’re dying. Six people came together. Your dear life was put to an end. My brothers talked among themselves. They gave advice to people around, And buried the body in an ash heap. That’s how my grief was buried. 6 7 “I Burn, I Smolder Like Charcoal” “Spoiled Girl” A. Ogombaev Traditional Aizada Kaasbolotova, solo vocal Ensemble I burn, I smolder like charcoal “Shepherd’s Deep Melody” I think I’m burning, but there is no smoke. Traditional On the upper part of my heart Ensemble There is no spot that is whole. “Appeal to the People” In the high mountain pass Kan-Jailoo K. Ryskulov A cold breeze blows when the snow falls. Aizada Kasabolotova, vocal My dark-eyed one in the wide collar, Ensemble I burn; if you know the price of my love, come yourself. Love your people, motherland and your husband or wife Like a blossoming white poplar Devote your strength to pure things You walk, showing off a white dress. If you are killed for your people I have no choice; I cannot be with you Everybody will remember you. I wander around like a lost young camel. Don’t be greedy, Like a blossoming silvery poplar Don’t be a scoundrel, don’t strike at humanity. You walk coquettishly in a silvery scarf. So there is a dagger called death above your head; Unable to find a way to be with you, It is an age without fighting with spears and sabers, I am left suffering like a weeping young camel. It is an age with lots of clothes and food, But it is an age with lots of arms and wars. “A Melody That Wakes a Girl Up” A. Oshur Uulu If you always think of illness and death Ensemble They will always win you. Instead, be ready for the future. “Attila Khan” Make a meal, boil soup in the saucepan; N. Abdyrakhmanov The difference between day and night is the light. Bek Alagushov, solo komuz Nobody envies your dream: Your services will stay in the history “Novelty” Share your thoughts with the people N. Nyshanov Let them judge them true or false, Ensemble, Jaw harp Don’t say that you are the best; You can’t plough the land by yourself. “White Neck/Gray Neck” A. Ogombaev Adinai Kudabaeva, solo komuz. 8 9 Alcohol will weaken the wisdom of the wise man that result from presenting their traditions to an international After some years; audience underscores the invaluable necessity of preserving this That’s why a wise man doesn’t drink alcohol. unique musical heritage. Why do you drink alcohol, my dear? Somebody has no water to drink, Somebody has no water to swim, Nurlanbek Nyshanov (Music Director/Original Arrangement All this too can come to you. and Composition) is a composer, multi-instrumentalist, and I wish we could raise our future generation, musical instrument maker from Kyrgyzstan. In 1984, he joined I wish the waves of the oceans would be quieter. the staff of Regional Cultural Center where he worked as an art director of the jaw harp ensemble and was a komuz player. In I remember that a silkworm dies after spinning silk. 1987, Mr. Nyshanov entered musical secondary school in Bishkek For forty days the world is a wonder majoring in bas kyiak. The same year he was accepted to a Which is sifted through the sieve of time. workshop of musical instruments. The following year, he began We living beings are the boundary working in the ensemble of folk music Kambarkan as a choor Between dead and future people. player and by 1990, Nurlanbek became a student of composition Men: lay your table for everyone at the Institute of Art. In 1993, under the Bishkek Theatre of But remember that not everyone Drama, Mr. Nyshanov founded a folk group Saamal and worked will come when you are in trouble. there until 1996. Between 1995 and 2006, Nurlanbek lectured Oh men you are tiresome, ambitious, in the traditional music department of the Kyrgyz National Clever, wise, and sensible Conservatory and since 1999, Nurlanbek Nyshanov has worked After ants and bees as an art director of Ordo Sakhna folk theatre. He became art You are a diligent person of nature. director of Tengir-Too ensemble and Ustatshakirt Plus Public Association Center founded by Aga-Khan Music Initiative in 2005. ABOUT THE ARTISTS As a performer and composer, Nurlanbek Nyshanov has is a traditional music ensemble from Bishkek, Ustatshakirt Plus toured Turkey, France, Luxembourg, Italy, Singapore, Austria, Kyrgyz Republic. Music and musicians have historically played a Spain, Sweden, Slovenia, Greece, Morocco, Norway, Belgium, vital role in the cultures of Kyrgyz Republic and Central Asia in Germany, Switzerland, Kenya, Mongolia, China, United Kingdom, general. Music traditionally served not only as entertainment but South Korea, Malaysia, Ukraine, Russia, Iran, Denmark, Cambodia, also as a way to reinforce social and moral values, and musicians Portugal, and the United States. He gives concerts and provided models of exemplary leadership. When these rich participates in festivals around the world such as the “Silk Road traditions were confronted with the withdrawal of resources and Project” of Yo-Yo Ma (2004), Concert for His Royal Highness the influx of western pop following the demise of the Soviet Prince of Wales (2006), and many others. His discography Union, many went into decline. includes, Ordo Sakhna Flame Horses (2008), Tengir-Too Ustatshakirt Plus works to preserve the customs and lineage Mountain Music of Kyrgyzstan (2006), Selection WOMEX (2005), of the Kyrgyz Republic’s rich musical history.