I have the memory of a goldfish...

...meaning I forget everything every 5 minutes. Please read this and help accordingly. Pass it along to anyone who can contribute something. Thanks! Dear Friends and Collective Wisdom, Most of you know me from my stream of press releases and information about the artists I represent. Today, I'm writing to ask for your help in connection with a unique event: the Iraq Summer Performing Arts Academy in Erbil, Northern Iraq, July 14 - 22, 2007. American Voices (http://www.americanvoices.org/), a not-for-profit organization based in Houston, is partnering with the U.S. State Department, the U.S. Embassy in Baghdad and the Iraqi Ministries of Culture in Baghdad and Kurdistan to create a Summer study program for Iraq's young musicians and dancers and its established cultural institutions. including the School of Music and Dance in Baghdad, the Iraq National Symphony Orchestras and the Orchestras of Erbil and Suleimaniya, the Iraq National Folk Dancing Ensemble and the Institutes of Fine Arts of Erbil, Kirkuk and Suleimaniya. This will reach approximately 250 Iraqis, with the emphasis on young people aged 14 to 25. A faculty of ten cultural specialists from the U.S. will introduce music and dance students from throughout the country to Jazz, Broadway, Hip Hop and other uniquely American performing arts. In addition to the educational elements of this program, three gala concert evenings on July 17, 21 and 22 will culminate in all of Iraq’s three orchestras united for the first time on one stage. This is where I'm asking for your help. Would any of you be able to donate or give us some ideas of where we could get donations of the following scores and parts for Mozart, Schubert or Haydn quartets and any standard rep quintets or trios (especially Haydn & Mozart)? If you can help with any of these items, please contact me at jamesarts@worldnet.att.net. Your help is greatly appreciated and will be a tremendous gesture of good will toward the people of Iraq. Many thanks and all good wishes, Jeffrey James -- Jeffrey James Arts Consulting 45 Grant Avenue Farmingdale, NY 11735 USA Tel: 516-586-3433 E-mail: jamesarts@worldnet.att.net Website: http://www.jamesarts.com

Oh yeah!

I forgot: I am going to Finland this summer from July 13-31 for the Kuhmo Music Festival! Scandinavia! Yay! I will be in the States afterwards from August 1 or so until mid September, so for 4-5 weeks. Let me know if you'll be in Chicago at some point...I am also hoping to possibly visit Bostonians & New Yorkers for a week.

Gig

I haven't written in a long time. I've thought about writing, but nothing has struck me as terribly exciting or unusual. I've been very busy with rehearsals, lessons, and some gigs, but it's all just part of the daily grind. I did a gig this past weekend for Pfingsten, or Whit Sunday - the seventh Sunday after Easter. I don't really know why it's important, but it's a national holiday nevertheless in all of Germany, and everything is also closed on Monday, or Pfingsten/Whit Monday. We played in a town called Rheda-Wiedenbrueck. It's 1.5 hours from Detmold so we stayed overnight at church choir members' houses. I stayed with a very nice couple - middle-aged with three daughters in their early 20s. They were very suburban, "All-American" types; it sounds strange to describe Germans as All-American, but I can't find a better description for people who are all about the 2.5 kids + a dog deal. The mother has been practicing yoga for the last 10 years, which I found way cool. I've met too many people who are very Christian and actively attend church, and claim that yoga is something from the Devil, so this was a breath of fresh air. Christians in Europe tend to be a lot more liberal than Christians in the States. On Saturday night after the mass, a choir member and her husband hosted a church potluck dinner/BBQ in a barn on their pig farm. We even visited a Mama sow who had just given birth to 13 adorable piglets. I felt like I was in Aledo again (a tiny town of 3,000 in the rural Midwest where I grew up until the age of eight). During the mass, I observed that one of the priests in the church (which was a massive old baroque-styled cathedral...quite beautiful) was Indian. I didn't speak with him, but just heard him reciting liturgical texts in German with a strong Indian accent. It was interesting because I've never met/seen an Indian Catholic priest in India or America, let alone in Europe. I would have liked to meet and talk to him in person, but I didn't think it'd be a good idea to walk up to the altar in the middle of Mass! Sadly, I have nothing more to report. I have been reading The Onion, though, lately, and that's got a great deal of humorous things to report. Check it out: www.theonion.com xo

Pain & Bach

We are currently rehearsing and eventually performing (this weekend) Bach's Mass in b minor. By we, I mean the school's baroque academy, so we're playing with baroque bows. Like every other musician, I have always held Bach as a sort of god on Earth, but besides the Ciaconna for violin (the piece that made me want to play the instrument), I've not felt as moved by Bach's work as this Mass. It deals with existential questions of "Who are we?", "What is life?" and so on. For me, however, it also addresses a big part of life on Earth - pain. I'm reminded of a quotation I read: "Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." If you listen to Bach's b minor Mass, you will hear, in the more anguished movements (particularly "Qui tollis peccata mundi" or "Who takes away the sins of the world"), something reaching out and continuing. From this dark and deep point of the Mass, the music and motifs come forth and are actually reborn. Rebirth and rejuvenation are not ideas only from the east - they're found everywhere in Bach's music. And you find these ideas most often in the desperate and forlorn works. I think this idea indescribably beautiful. And hopeful. You don't have to suffer with pain. You just have to learn from it and channel the energy towards creating something new.

Amsterdam

I had an interesting weekend in Amsterdam (one of the best cities in Europe). I left on Saturday and had to spend nearly 3 hours on the train next to a Pakistani man who kept asking me for my age/phone number/marriage prospects, and then just babbled away with bad breath in Urdu. He blasted India in half the conversation, saying that we're the reason why he can't visit India although he has an Indian visa. I was trying to be nice, but at one point, I finally exclaimed, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. Bye." 1). Why do men think that asking for your age/asking you to guess their age is a discreet way of picking you up? 2). Harshly (and ignorantly) criticizing my country is not going to help your case, buddy. The weekend was fun. Monday was Koniginnstag, or Queen's Day, a celebration of former Queen Juliana's birthday. It's become one of the biggest national parties in the Netherlands, and my goodness, Amsterdam was raging. Everyone wears orange, and basically drinks from sun-up to sun-down...think Marathon, er, Patriot's Day in Boston but with many more millions crowding the streets. There is loud music from hip-hop to techno (mostly techno) blaring on the streets, vendors & carnival/amusement park rides (including this crazy gizmo called Booster that Nick made us try out...it's a massive roller coaster arm that turns you upside down at 5 Gs hundreds of feet high in the air, and makes you pray that the seat fastener is properly working), and drunken debauchery everywhere. The Dutch, while a hearty & friendly bunch, aren't what I'd call the most elegant types. Although quite trendy and 'hip,' they tend to be bigger in not only size but also volume. I really like Dutch when Frederika & Maaike speak it, but to hear it yelled and cajoled on the streets is not so pleasant. I suppose any language is like that, though. We ate Mexican on Saturday night, I cooked Indian on Sunday night, and we then stuffed ourselves with pure grease on Monday. I was a bit disappointed to have not seen one of Amsterdam's many famous museums, but ran into a massive crowd as we didn't properly plan on the right time to go (early in the morning when the museums first open). Amsterdam is a liberal's heaven, but a smoker's nightmare...I've never reeked so much of stale cigarettes...or stale pot, for that matter. On Saturday night, we attended a birthday/salsa party of a Spanish pianist in Nick's girlfriend Yuko's studio. It was really fun - a tiny room full of Spaniards gettin' down with salsa. I talked with a nice French girl for awhile who confessed that she wanted to dance but "felt a little too French and embarrassed!" I told her that she's still Latin and could do better than a German...and to my humiliation, a German was standing next to her! He was a good sport, though, and laughed, admitting that Germans many times don't know what the heck to do if they hear salsa (they're often worse than red-blooded Americans)..."Usually, we just look for more beer!" I got lucky on that one! Today on the train, after reading in German, I had the sudden urge to finally "enjoy a reading experience!" and quickly bought a copy of National Geographic in English. I was immediately depressed. The April 2007 has a special report called "Global Fish Crisis: Saving the Sea's Bounty." It was all about how fisheries have overfished to the point where nearly 90% of some species of fish are depleted...90%!!!!! The report addressed economic problems, environmental problems, problems in developing nations (areas around Europe, Japan, and northern U.S./Canada are so depleted that these nations are going to the African coast to fish...leaving nothing for the millions of Africans who rely on the fish for protein and other nutritional benefits), and so much more. I know I can't change the world, and I know that many of you don't want to read another heavy entry of mine (sorry! This journal is a good outlet for me! :) ), but I just wish people would realize that if they became vegetarians or simply lowered their consumption of meat, we wouldn't need to kill the planet the way we do! Consider this: fish could be left alone to their own ecosystem, untouched and not bothered. This would regenerate the ocean's ecosystem and restore proper levels of fish populations in the waters again. Eating less (or no) beef & livestock (don't even get me started on the horrors of the meat industry and how they slaughter) would mean that we don't need to deforest in order to create ranches/grazing areas for cattle - this would save the ecosystems of forests around the world (for example, the Amazon, to name a major environmental concern) and hundreds of creatures who rely on the forests for survival. Also, nearly 2/3 of the grain supply in the U.S. goes towards feeding livestock; this food could go towards the millions of ordinary people who starve everyday in the world (the U.S. included)! I often hear the argument that "vegetarians don't get enough protein. Vegetarians have unbalanced diets and cannot survive as so." OH really? As far as health goes, so many diseases that humans suffer from would be lessened in strength and numbers of cases (heart disease, bacterial agents in meat causing infections and internal complications), people wouldn't have problems with obesity, and the human diet would be far more properly balanced with greens, fruits, and other vegetables. I understand that in earlier times, people in middle Europe needed to eat meat because there wasn't an availability of fresh vegetables/fruits before...these things simply don't grow in this part of the world due to unfavorable climate conditions. However, life today is different. I buy at the outdoor market every week in little Detmold in our main square and find an enormous variety of fresh fruits and vegetables. Spices, once only found in specific regions of the planet such as the Indian subcontinent, are now plentiful and readily available. Eating a vegetarian or less-carnivorous diet is also much cheaper on your wallet (bums in Boston would scowl at me many times when I offered them apples or fruits, insisting that they "need a Big Mac...I can't eat all that sugar!") So...why the resistance? Do people really 'NEED (OMG I'm craving steak, I'll die without it...ahhh!)' meat?? Another point that the National Geographic article raised was about our attitude towards the ocean. I quote: " 'Cruel' may seem a harsh indictment of the age-old profession of fishing - and certainly does not apply to all who practice the trade - but how else to portray the world's shark fishermen, who kill tens of millions of sharks a year, large numbers finned alive for shark-fin soup and allowed to sink to the bottom to die? How else to characterize the incalculable number of fish and other sea creatures scooped up in nets, allowed to suffocate, and dumped overboard as useless bycatch? Or the longline fisheries, whose miles and miles of baited hooks attract - and drown - creatures such as the loggerhead turtle and wandering albatross? Do we countenance such loss because fish live in a world we cannot see? Would it be different if, as one conservationist fantasized, the fish wailed as we lifted them out of the water in nets? If the giant bluefin lived on land, its size, speed, and epic migrations would ensure its legendary status, with tourists flocking to photograph it in national parks. But because it lives in the sea, its majesty - comparable to that of a lion - lies largely beyond comprehension." --National Geographic, April 2007 We seem to think that because we don't live in it/don't see it, the ocean's well-being doesn't affect us. I used to babysit for kids who thought that while playing hide-and-go-seek, as long as they can't see me, I can't see them. Unfortunately, that's not the way that the problems we've created in the ocean's ecosystem can be dealt with. I'm not insisting that everyone must be vegetarian (although for the aforementioned reasons, I think it'd be great) - I realize that's impractical. One billion people, mostly from developing nations, rely on fish for protein and other nutritional elements. I just think that we could use some more fairly enforced rules and regulations, i.e. allow the African people to eat their own fish instead of stealing it for a wealthy American couple dining at Tru Restaurant in Chicago who really doesn't need it...