(The following is an experimental critique on the show "An Eastern Christmas. Please share your opinion on whether this style should continue in the comments)
The Dozan wa Awtar Establishment had brought a decidedly
unique performance to Jordan by showcasing old and new Christmas carols in Armenian,
Coptic, Syriac, Byzantine and numerous other languages. It was conducted by Missak
Baghboudarai (who did an absolutely fantastic job), directed by Nedy Muna,
managed by Mercedes Alonso, choreographed by Lana Abu-Khader and composed and
arranged by Nareg Abajian and Quassi Al Daker (who should both be commended
especially for their incredible effort in the monumental task of collecting the
songs and, at times, composing all new music for them). Now that we have the
boring stuff out of the way, let’s get started. As this is an amateur
production, I will make some exceptions and be lenient in some criteria (even
though I often don’t need to be) and I will refrain from commenting on the segment done by the sub-group Atfal
Dozan as they are children and I happen to have about a quarter of heart.
Let’s start from the beginning. From the start you had a
video projected on a background behind three dancers while music played. It was
a galactic themed video (which was actually pretty cool) and the music was
fitting, though not for a Christmas Caroling event. The dancers were two women
and a man. One of the women appeared to have been dunked in a bucket of silver
glitter before coming on stage.
I'm essential to the show! |
The second song (or the fourth, I couldn't tell if the first
three were separate or parts of the same, very long, song) was one of the
highlights of the evening. It had a distinctly Roman feel and was very
different from the previous compositions. It had minimal musical accompaniment
but was counterbalanced by a choir that accommodated many different tenors and
tempos. It was also characterized by what appeared to be Emperor Palpatine and
a KKK member gone rogue (in black) suddenly appearing on stage a Bible in hand.
It would later be discovered that these would be the soloists for this song and
the reverse-KKK guy produced a marvelous solo which complimented the background
choir greatly. The final song in the repertoire sounded like Caribbean Jazz and
was extremely fun to listen to as it was very upbeat, something that some in
the choir acknowledged by moving to the beat but many didn’t, leaving them looking
like total fucking stiffs.
After an intermission the audience was greeted by a
beatboxer who looked not unlike a Jamaican drug lord accompanied by the
Glitterina.
If I could dreadlock my nose hairs, I would. |
Praise our Lord, Jesus Chirst |
After a further intermission, we were greeted by an actually
costumed choir. I was so proud. The good
archaic Arabian costumes were complimented by a nomadic desert-montage type of
song that brought back faith into the show. It ended with the Glitterina
climbing a rope all trapeze style and hanging on for dear life while acting
like the star which guided the wise men to baby Jesus. The performance ended with a nativity scene
that was given the music of Silent Night but without any kind of singing, only
humming. It gave a certain dramatic tension to the air and gave the performance
a very smooth ending. In retrospect, while it had its ups and downs in terms of
aesthetics, one should keep in mind that it was a musical event and from the
auditory aspect, Dozan wa Awtar gave an absolutely stunning performance.
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