Rena De: we would like to paint Syria and Armenia during a Jazz Festival
December 28, 2014 - accent chair
Rena De is a distinguished Syrian-Armenian Jazz thespian formed in Yerevan. She concluded to an talk with me in that she shares her wish to attend in a İstanbul Jazz Festival and explains how song is instrumental in formulating discourse between people in conflict.
The night before, we pronounce on a phone with Rena De, a 42-year-old Syrian-Armenian thespian who performs jazz song in a venue called Melrose in a heart of Yerevan. She calls out a “Hello,” that varies between a stylish Australian accent and a absolute and self-contained woman’s tone, like Velma in a film “Chicago.”
“Come to Melrose during 8 p.m., dear,” she says. Rena seems kind and intimidating, seemly and distant. She radiates an appetite that emanates when someone is wakeful of her possess strength while being touchingly exposed during a same time.
At Melrose, Rena does eventuality formulation and open relations, detached from behaving jazz, blues, RB and essence songs with her rope Shiver. After we pitch open a door, we find Rena sitting on a red chair that extends from wall to wall underneath Melrose’s blue lights. She is holding a cigarette with one palm and creation calculations on her iPad with a other. Nervous that Rena won’t have time for a talk before her 9 p.m. performance, we lay and glance during her prolonged black curly hair. But thankfully, within minutes, she comes and sits with me. Seeing that we am endangered about a shrill sound that surrounds us, Rena suggests that we go to a kitchen to control a interview.
“I review that some of your ancestors are from Maraş in complicated day Turkey. we consternation how we feel about that. Is your song shabby by their legacy?” we ask while respirating in a smell of boiled oil and ignoring a large white ventilating section subsequent to us that sounds like an aeroplane holding off.
“I have been to Turkey 5 times, and we felt a appetite of a land where my ancestors once lived,” Rena says. She listens to each kind of music. But normal Armenian song is special for her since it touches her in a approach that’s ineffable by words. “It says something to me since that’s who we am.”
Rena was innate in Syria and changed to Australia when she was dual years old. After spending 20 years there, she left for Syria. But after a fight pennyless out, she initial changed to Lebanon in 2012 and afterwards finally staid in Armenia in Aug 2013.
The immature prepare in red takes out a box of sandwich loaves from a bakery and starts requesting mustard on them. we ask Rena what she thinks of music’s purpose in facilitating discourse and understanding. we explain that we have Armenian-Turkish discourse in mind in particular, with all a complications and promises.
“Definitely it has a role,” she says instinctively. For example, a Office of a United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) orderly a unison in Yerevan during a finish of October, Rena says, and a aim was to combine diaspora, internal and interloper Armenian musicians.
“That was unequivocally beautiful! we was asked to contend a few difference on stage. The usually thing that we pronounced was how we felt. Although we pronounce opposite Armenian dialects [eastern and western], on theatre we pronounce a same denunciation — music. We competence have opposite backgrounds and domestic opinions. But on stage, we pronounce a denunciation that everybody understands. This brings us closer,” Rena says.
Rena thinks that a same relates to creation song between Armenia and Turkey. She communicates with me that she has listened about a İstanbul Jazz Festival. “I would like to paint Syria and Armenia during a İstanbul Jazz Festival,” she says. we immediately suppose her singing Arabic and Armenian jazz songs with a strong face and her staggering black curly hair during a Cemil Topuzlu Open-Air Theater in İstanbul.
After a interview, we see Rena where we initial saw her, tighten to a opening of Melrose, sitting on that red chair. we wish to appreciate her for her time and hospitality, so we fist her palm in a dark. we usually satisfied after we screamed in pain that she was holding a cigarette.