Antalya raining day, spent at home with friends because of the hard rain outside. But the concert yesterday was great. As all the concerts with "Kara Güneş", you know when you start, you don't know when you finish. Normally we are always the last ones leaving the place. And until there are just a few customers, we still keep on playing. Yesterday we started at 21 and we finished almost at 4 in the morning. We make a lot of breaks, it's true, but it's a neverending playing. After all they have hundreds of songs in their background coming from the turkish popular and traditional songs. We normally work on 20-30 songs, but then normally we play half of them and for the rest they start other songs, many of which I don't know, but played on similar patterns that I can easily follow. I wait them to play one time the melody and then I start and follow. Anyway musically is a great experience for me bathing in the deep turkish traditional music, but also a pleasure to be among these friends.
Ah, by the way. In these days some musical turkish tv channels are broadcasting the video-clip I shot for Sultan Tunç: "Bir yol hikayesi".
In the neighborhood there's a minaret called "Kesik minare", that means "cut minaret". The legend says that any time they tried to build the top, then the wind came and blew it away. Today I feel that what I am doing here in Turkey will be like the "cut minaret". There's something that had to fit the top that will not be there. The lost son will not be welcome by the father. The father will not leave any kingdom to the son. The son is sad, but looking back there's nothing he can regret.
Ah, by the way. In these days some musical turkish tv channels are broadcasting the video-clip I shot for Sultan Tunç: "Bir yol hikayesi".
In the neighborhood there's a minaret called "Kesik minare", that means "cut minaret". The legend says that any time they tried to build the top, then the wind came and blew it away. Today I feel that what I am doing here in Turkey will be like the "cut minaret". There's something that had to fit the top that will not be there. The lost son will not be welcome by the father. The father will not leave any kingdom to the son. The son is sad, but looking back there's nothing he can regret.


Here above, rehearsing at home the first night.

Here above the "kesik minare".








Here above during the concert, but especially after 3 when a man came with a kanun, the instrument like a horizontal harp, and we took back our instruments from the case and played 1 hour more for just a few friends..
Here above, now, altogether at home, still playing..