Sometimes the most delightful discoveries are those made out of
context, when one stumbles upon an unexpected goldmine of one sort or
another and it ends up usurping the original draw of a place or event.
It was just that type of serendipity that led me to one of the most
culturally fertile, intoxicatingly festive sounds known to mankind.
I first heard it one December, about 30 years ago, in the unlikeliest of places. My parents and I were strolling through the bough-bedecked halls of a full-on, Fezziwigged, chestnut-roasting, wine-mulling Dickens Christmas Faire, housed within a warehouse along the San Francisco Bay. I, the captive teenager, was finding it all positively soporific.
Trapped in an ersatz English village — comprising painted cobblestone lanes lined with overpriced boutiques selling corsets and bonnets, sweet shoppes offering "real scones" as dry as sheetrock and clusters of actors feigning social interaction by absolutely murdering Cockney rhyming slang — I'd come to feel that the entire experience demanded a suspension of disbelief not even Golden Gate Bridge engineers could have devised.
Rather than sugarplums dancing in my head, the visions I was having were more about going home and lounging on my shag rug with a pair of headphones and a bottle of Orange Crush. Then something completely out of place pleasantly infiltrated my stupor, an exhilarating mix of vibrant gypsy accordion, lilting clarinet, pounding feet and raucous applause, with a bit of puckish tuba thrown in and it was all refreshingly, unquestionably authentic: Klezmer music, wafting above "London's" rooftops ever so persuasively.
Having evolved in Eastern Europe before the Renaissance, klezmer is a Jewish musical tradition that integrates instruments, intonations and folklore from throughout the Diaspora. A derivation from "kley" which means vessel or instruments and "zemer," or song, klezmer is often sung in original Yiddish and, with themes drawing from centuries of perseverance amidst hardship, it is a joyous celebration of the indefatigable spirit and tenacity of Jewish culture.
Upon hearing this aural elixir, I darted toward it at a fast clip, swishing through a sea of elegant hoop skirts in the Victorian taffeta dress Mum had so patiently made for me. Rudely ditching her and Dad, I was on a mission to find the source of the enticingly rowdy sounds that seemed to be emanating from a dimly lit room at the far end of the "village." Though I love a pretty carol chirped sweetly by Dickensian street urchins as much as the next guy, I was ecstatic to have found something a bit more lively and engaging.
My dad was duly drawn in as well, hearing a constellation of his favorite instruments, including fiddle, flute, trombone and guitar, all of which were being deftly wielded by the boisterous members of The Flying Karamozov Brothers, a multitalented collective that, to this day, incorporates klezmer music into various other skills, such as juggling, folk dancing and slapstick skits.
The music was what mesmerized us, though, and it became a centerpiece of the faire for me and Dad thereafter. While Mum indulged in a time-warp amble down expat lane, he and I would sit enrapt by a feisty gaggle of musicians filling the faux 19th-century pub with rousing tunes whose origins lay along a broad geographic swath of rich Jewish culture from Munich to Morocco and Bulgaria to Bosnia.
The incongruity of hearing Jewish klezmer music in an environment that was as steeped in Christmas as plum pudding in brandy was as wonderfully absurdist as the sardonic sense of humor in the Karamozovs' snappy patter and lyrics.
Their inventive songs were cleverly crafted, with astute references to current events that were at once serious and silly. That dual message in klezmer music has intrigued me since and I've wondered how — considering the staggering adversity faced by Jews throughout history — could their lyrical themes be so full of life, merriment and wry wit.
I gained great insight recently when I spoke with consummate local klezmer authority, fiddler and singer-songwriter, Yosl Kurland, who leads The Wholesale Klezmer Band that will be performing at Congregation Beth El's community Hanukkah celebration in Bennington Friday night.
"There's an expression in Yiddish," he explained, "which is: 'To laugh with tears.' I think that for reasons that have to do with both history and religious outlook on life, laughing with tears is built into the culture."
Though many of the songs that The Wholesale Klezmer Band plays are old compositions from past centuries and distant lands, Kurland's own lyrics — often set against vintage melodies — continue this tradition of infusing hardship and sociopolitical strife with a charmingly droll humor, as in a song they performed last year during a fundraiser for an NPR radio station:
Do you want Scott Ritter to tell you the truth?
Learn how Diebold threatens your dear voting booth?
From Bartok to Chartok and all in between,
Reb Yidl give WAMC some more green.
Since its inception in 1982, The Wholesale Klezmer Band has performed everywhere from private functions and community events to Carnegie Hall, during its 100th Anniversary Celebration of Folk Music concert, and Bill Clinton's presidential inauguration.
With the next few weeks taking them to Hanukkah parties, nursing homes and café gigs, not to mention a benefit concert for a synagogue social action program, The Wholesale Klezmer Band shares its cross-cultural musical traditions with a decidedly diverse audience and to extremely positive ends.
No matter what the setting, it's all about honoring the bountiful heritage of Jewish culture.
"We teach people about the old customs," Kurland says. "One example is at weddings when there's the custom of breaking the glass. This is to remember that there are parts of the world still broken and that we must be mindful of that even at times of greatest joy.
"We rejoice at festivals — it doesn't matter if you're going through great troubles, you still have to rejoice and if you look at history, we've been through tremendous troubles and only humor has allowed us to survive."
It is this bittersweet element of levity prevailing despite sorrow that makes the symbolism of klezmer music resonate so powerfully for everyone, regardless of creed. With deep historical roots and an immensely inviting, invigorating sound, it is an ethnically diverse celebration of the human spirit that resonates globally, particularly at this time of year when, as Dickens put it, "Want is keenly felt and Abundance rejoices."
Part of that rejoicing is in the form of dance, which Kurland heartily encourages, stressing that there is no wrong way to move to klezmer music.
"We like to say that it doesn't matter if you're stepping onto your right or left foot, as long as you're not stepping on someone else's foot."
Join The Wholesale Klezmer Band tomorrow night in Bennington at 6 p.m., where everyone is welcome at Congregation Beth El's annual community Hanukkah party, vegetarian potluck and lighting of the menorah candles. And be sure to wear your dancing shoes!
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