I’ve just returned from a fine evening at the Opera House here in Yerevan. A concert had been organised in moral support of Lebanon, given the war that took place over the summer, expressing hope that this country, which has meant so much to Armenians, to the Diaspora, will soon be back on its feet, etc., etc. They aired it live on H1, via satellite, too, by the way.
It was nice seeing the Opera packed, meeting old friends and hearing lots and lots of arevmdahayeren. Naturally, there were many lipanantsis present, so the “dzos” and “gors” rang to my heart’s content. I have nothing against arevelahayeren, of course, but the kind of language I grew up hearing at home does feel that extra bit special, as I’m sure one would understand.
The concert itself can be summed up in one word, my very favourite word in Armenian – khaydaragoutiun. That is truly what it was. It started an entire hour late. I have no problems there. Some of the people on the programme did not perform. Again, that’s fine by me.
My main point of contention – and the real reason I’m writing this blog entry is to vent my frustration at this – is a widespread practice here in Hayastan which, to me, comes under that “incomprehensible” category that also contains being clad in red from head to foot and wiping one’s pointy black shoes with a piece of cloth every three seconds. My beef is with lip-synching.
To begin with, who in Heaven’s name are they kidding ? On at least two occasions this evening, the music began BEFORE the performer(s) actually pretended to perform, and, again, twice the music ended in a fade-out. A fade-out! It’s just the one chap on stage with a microphone, but there’s at least two or three voices singing…! And then this group comes on, all dressed up nicely in old-fashioned, traditional Armenian clothes, going the ashough way with some Sayat Nova. They bring their chairs and musical instruments up front (canon, kamancha, dhol, etc.), and the singers get in line at the back. The music starts, and they barely, barely make it in time to make it look like they’re actually playing, but the real pièce de resistance is the fact that all the music is blasting away from the amplifiers, but there isn’t a single microphone on stage anywhere…! Aboushner!
Seriously, man, such khaydaragoutiun!
Okay, to be fair, there were one or two numbers that were for real, and they were good, and there were two dance pieces which were, of course, quite authentic and legitimate. But I do NOT get the lip-synching and I feel thoroughly upset because of it. I mean, you don’t go to a concert to hear the guy’s CD; that’s what you do at home. You go to a concert to see the guy, his entire group, feel the energy, hear his actual voice… I’m no artist – far from it – but I know when I’m being fooled and I don’t like it.
Is this a common occurrence in other parts of the world ? Will someone please explain this lip-stinking phenomenon to me ?