Kumiko and I before Soju Projekt's Noh lecture this summer at the Cerulean Tower Noh Theater in Tokyo. This year was our 25th anniversary!
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Thursday, November 26, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
Soju Projekt Gamelan at a Retirement Community
In November of 2015, Soju Projekt once again teamed up with Golden Heron Gamelan for an evening performance of music from Java, Indonesia. Our performance, at the Aljoya Thornton Place Retirement Community in the Maple Leaf neighborhood of North Seattle, provided the ambiance for a beautiful exhibition of textiles from around the world. It's always a joyful experience performing with Golden Heron Gamelan!
Sunday, November 8, 2015
The Noh Play 'Kiyotsune' in Parabola Magazine (Winter 2015-16 issue)
Most of us have experienced death in some form, the loss of a friend or
loved one. If you could have just one more hour with that person, what would
you do? What would you say? In this play, the spirit of a samurai warrior, drawn by his widow’s intense suffering, returns to offer her solace. They talk of loss, of anger, of fate and free will and the importance of forgetting.
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A sleeping ocean bird sinks in tears of rain that fill the salty sea. A
cloud floating. Water flowing, returning to its earthly home; the heart gropes
blindly but in vain.
Her sight grows dim, her heart faint. Through the night she weeps, yearning
only for his return, even in dreams. Then she hears his voice: “Dear one, I
have come for you.” The ghost of her husband appears by her pillow.
Only a
dream, but still she is grateful...
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Sympathy for the Demon (slight return) Nue-鵺
" Sanemori" Art by Kumiko Lawrence
While doing research for my DigiLetter (https://us.mag2.com/)on the Japanese epic Heike Monogatari ('Tales of the Heike' 「平家物語」) and the Noh plays it inspired, I've come across many samurai warriors I can relate to: Sanemori 実盛 and his concerns about ageism, Tadanori and his resentment for not receiving acknowledgement for his creative endeavors, the embittered old warrior Yorimasa 頼政 and his resentment of the opaque 'glass ceiling'... I don't think I'm unique in being able to relate to these characters. Their anger and disillusionment at the end of their lives transcends cultural and temporal differences. These are injustices that still occur today and are not uniquely Japanese.
I'm no longer surprised at being able to relate to characters from a very different culture, in a very different line of work, from plays written more than six hundred years ago. It still surprises me, however, when I feel sympathy for a strange and evil demon. This has happened repeatedly over the years. I am not particularly evil, and I don't think that I flatter myself too much when I state categorically that, while I'm not perfect, I am, in fact, less demonic than most.
And yet I am moved by the texts of several Noh plays of the 'Demon' category. The Noh play 'Nue,' 鵺 for example, tells the story of how the samurai warrior Yorimasa, in his younger days, shot down the monster nue (literally 'nightbird,' a kind of Japanese chimera, mixing body parts of a tiger, monkey, raccoon dog and snake). The nue rose in a black cloud and descended upon the Emperor, terrorizing him until being felled by Yorimasa's amazing arrow shot. He was then killed, stuffed in a log and set adrift in a river.
The story illustrates the heroic Yorimasa's amazing marksmanship. The Buddhist shadings of the Noh, however, tell of the sufferings of the nue, and of his shame. The play doesn't condone the nue's actions, but it conveys the monsters suffering sympathetically. It's cries for prayers to relieve its agitated soul's suffering are heart-wrenching.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Soju Projekt's Book of Noh Retellings 実盛 清経
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Soju Projekt at Senses of Japan 2015 (2)
Fran's Chocolate, Georgetown, Seattle
Maki-e artist Shokan Matsuda decorating a stratocaster.
It was great to see Jay Rubin again. Jay recently published his first novel 'The Sun Gods.'
Presenting the art of the Japanese tea ceremony.
Soju Projekt at Senses of Japan 2015 (1)
Soju Projekt's Kenneth E. Lawrence and Kumiko Negishi-Lawrence took part in Five Senses Japan's event 'Senses of Japan' at Fran's Chocolates in Georgetown this weekend.
Interpreting for master lacquerware artist Shokan Matsuda.
A pre-performance lecture by Kenneth before a biwa (plucked lute) performance by Kyokumi Tashiro.
Giving historical background on the art of maki-e (literally 'sprinkled art').
A lecture-demonstration on the history and techniques used to create maki-e masterpieces.
Reviving Japanese Tradition and The Stratocaster !!
Soju Projekt's Kenneth E. Lawrence and Kumiko Lawrence took part in 'Senses of Japan' event at Fran's Chocolates this weekend. The event was a display of exquisite Japanese craftsmanship, impressive not only for the traditional techniques of the craftsmen, but also for the innovative ways they have developed to keep their art alive.
One example was the work of Shokan Matsuda (松田祥幹) A third-generation lacquer artist, Matsuda-sensei applied the centuries-old technique of makie (literally 'sprinkled art' 蒔絵) to decorate an unusual item, a stratocaster electric guitar.
Interestingly, the man who commissioned Matsuda-sensei's work, an avid collector of guitars, expressed similar concern for a disappearing tradition, the stratocaster, once the guitar of choice for many great guitarists. This means a lot to Kumiko and I because even a partial list of stratocaster players - Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, George Harrison, Adrian Belew, The Edge, George Harrison, David Gilmore, Jimi Hendrix, Pete Townsend - includes many of the guitar greats who we listened to and saw in concert 'back in the day.' The stratocaster is now in danger of fading away.
Matsuda-sensei used immaculate technique to hand-paint the lacquer, then sprinkle the gold, silver copper and brass powders. The selected design was of a demon mask and costume used in traditional Japanese theater.
It was an excellent display of traditional craftsmanship, amazing to watch. It was also wonderful to see tradition and innovation in action.
Mr. Matsuda Shokan's website http://www.makieshi.com/
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Bonobo...Gamelan sound? - Decibel Festival 2015
Kumiko and I attended a performance by Bonobo last night at the Showbox Theater, part of Seattle's Decibel Festival of electronic music.
I was initially drawn to Bonobo's music by his occasional use of tuned percussion, as in the track 'Cirrus' and other Bonobo pieces.
I have long been drawn to 'gamelan-like' sounds and music. I'm not sure when it started, exactly, but for as long as I can remember, my music collection has included music for struck percussion. This has led me to discover many different styles of great music, including unaccompanied marimba pieces by contemporary Japanese composers, Afro-pop, the acoustic jazz of Rez Abbasi and, most recently, electronic music.
My first exposure to electronic music probably came through two CDs. I had (thanks to my love of marimbas) long been a fan of minimalist composer Steve Reich. The release of the two 'Reich Remixed' CDs showed clearly how Reich had influenced a generation or more of electronic musicians.
Friday, September 25, 2015
What Makes ‘Adachigahara’ a Masterpiece?
The Noh play ‘Adachigahara’ is a masterpiece of the genre. It manages to be simultaneously scary, frightening and haunting. What do I mean by that?
At a first read, ‘Adachigahara’ is merely scary. Three men on a journey find themselves isolated and alone at night in the bleak moors of Adachi. They ask an old woman for lodgings, only to find she is in fact a demon. In the resulting supernatural battle, good triumphs over evil. It is the stuff of any late night horror flick. “Whatever you do, don’t look behind that door!”
But the Noh play ‘Adachigahara’ is more than just scary, it is also frightening. One reason is the nohkan, the flute used in all Noh performances. The nohkan is specially constructed to distort when overblown, giving it an eerie quality unique to Noh. The otherworldly kakegoe, the cries of the drummers, in addition to their important role as markers for the dancers, musicians and chorus members, are an essential part of the Noh esthetic. The masks too, with their bulging eyes and liminal expressions, are truly frightening, emphasized by the strong, sudden cutting movements of the actor.
But what makes ‘Adachigahara’ a masterpiece is that, in addition to being scary, even frightening, it is a tragic, haunting play. Due in large part to the influence of Noh, there are moments of sympathy both for and by the demon, giving the play a pathos that can at times be wrenching.
The play begins, as most Noh plays do, with a journey......
(see my compleate story at Soju Projekt Website: Articles)
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Adachigahara (Retelling story by Kenetth.E.Lawrence)
ADACHIGAHARA
Three men come, a priest, his
attendant and their servant. Beneath the sycamores, they don their traveling
robes. Their linen stoles brush the undergrowth, their sleeves droop, heavy with
dew. Senior priest Yukei is on pilgrimage through the province, part of the
ascetic training of the yamabushi define.
They leave behind their sacred
mountain, setting off over mountains and down the coast. Soaked with salt they
weave their way along the shore, a long string of days, reaching at last the
bleak moors of Adachi.
But it’s grown dark, and there is no
hamlet in the area, only the light of a distant fire. They approach the small
hut and ask the old woman there for lodging for the night.
“No,” she says. “Here, across this
field so far from any village, the wind blows violently through the pines. The
moonlight comes leaking through into my chamber. How can I let you pass the
night?”
The priest smiles. “We are travelers
accustomed to sleeping with only grass for a pillow,” he says.
The old woman’s heart opens to
sympathy. “Yes,” she says. “If that is your wish, please pass the night.”
But inside the hut they see
something unfamiliar. What is it?
“It’s a spinning wheel,” she says. A
never-ending, lowly task. Let me spin pure linen thread, turning it round and
round. How I long to spin the past into the present!” She twines even at night,
a life of such misery.
Save yourself aspire to Buddhahood.
We are but earth and water, fire and wind, nothing more. We assemble together
very briefly, going ‘round the cycle of Birth and Death, forever revolving
through Five Realms Six Realms of existence, and all this is but the doing of
the illusory mind. Our life is a fast-vanishing dream, now here, now gone. Face
your old age. Nobody can regain their lost youth.
The old woman sings and she weaves.
She sings of a nobleman, his hat hung with blue and white string, and of
festival coaches covered with colored strings. She sings too of the pampas
grass of autumn, waving at the moon with tufts as long as thread. Life, too, is
long, so cruelly long.
“Tonight is so very cold,” the old
woman says. “I will climb the mountain, cut some wood for a fire to warm you.”
She hesitates. “While I’m gone,” she says. “Do not look into that chamber.” The
priest agrees, giving his word. Once she’s gone, however, the servant makes a
confession: ever since he was young, he has had an overwhelming desire to not
do whatever he’s told. The priest had given his word, but he, the servant, had
not.
Soon the priest and his attendant
are asleep, but the servant, restless and curious, sneaks a peak into the
chamber, then falls over backward in shocked surprise. Dead bodies, bones and
decaying flesh, piled up to the rafters. A mess of arms and legs, all shining
with an unnatural light. Pus and blood flow in streams, bodies bloated with
stinking filth, flesh and fat all inflamed and rotting. Human corpses in
countless number are piled up as high as the rafters.
There is a poem: In the Black Mound
upon Adachi Moor, a demon lives in hiding.
The sound of approaching footsteps.
An iron wand raised high to strike with mighty force. A fierce wind sweeps down
the mountain and across the field as thunder and lightning fill heaven and
earth. Priest and attendant chant mystic mantric prayers, rasping together their
rosaries, invoking the five deities, powerful protectors of Buddhist Law. From
east, south, west and north they come, in their center Fudo, their leader, a
sword in his right hand, a rope in his left. The fiendish ogress drops her
wand. Faltering, eyes dazed, she cowers. Then, her secret hiding place exposed,
she staggers out onto Adachi Moor, and her fiendish shouts mingle with the
sound of the stormy night as her form fades from sight.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
ADACHIGAHARA: Sympathy for the Demon
On September 11 at Shibuya’s Cerulean Tower Noh Theater in Tokyo, Soju Project presented an English-language introduction to Noh, followed by a special full performance by the Takeda Noh Troupe of the demon-Noh play 'Adachigahara.'
At a first read, ‘Adachigahara’ is merely scary. Three men on a journey find themselves isolated and alone at night in the bleak moors of Adachi. They ask an old woman for lodgings, only to find she is in fact a demon. In the resulting supernatural battle, good triumphs over evil. It is the stuff of any late night horror flick. “Whatever you do, don’t look behind that door!”
For many in the audience, this was a line reminiscent of the Hollywood horror classic “A Nightmare on Elm Street” (“Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep!”).
But the Noh play ‘Adachigahara’ is more than just scary, it is also a tragic, haunting play. Due in large part to the influence of Noh, there are moments of sympathy both for and by the demon, giving the play a pathos that can at times be wrenching.
The memory of Yoshiteru Takeda’s performance haunts me still.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
How did you get involved with Noh(能)?
A common question: How did you get involved with Noh(能)? Well, it was thanks to my potential mother- and father-in-law. I married into a family of professional Noh performers(観世流能楽師). I have to admit, at first I immersed myself completely in Noh in an effort to convince them to let me marry their daughter. It worked. Now I'm completely addicted to Noh. Sumi-painter,Kumiko Lawrence, my wife of twenty-five years, works with me on my writings and presentations. Below are photos of the Noh stage my father-in-law had built in his home, the stage where our son Edward studies and practices Noh.
Friday, September 18, 2015
The Beauties of the Noh Stage - Cerulean Tower Noh Theater
On September
11, 2015, at Shibuya’s Cerulean Tower Noh Theater in Tokyo, Soju Project led a
pre-performance tour of the Noh stage at Cerulean Towers in Shibuya, Tokyo, followed
by a special full performance of a full evening of Noh by the Takeda Noh
Troupe. The traditional Noh stage, in addition to being beautiful, is
fascinating in its construction as well as its symbolism. Many of the people
who attended the tour had never been inside a Noh theatre before.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
'Throne of Blood' (Kumonosu-jō) By Kurosawa Akira
A photo from 'Throne of Blood' (Kumonosu-jō), Kurosawa Akira's samurai version of Shakespeare's 'MacBeth.' Kurosawa's version of the Weird Sisters, pictured here, was inspired by the mountain hag/demon in the Noh play 'Adachigahara.'
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