Here’s Dimash with his hero, Джеки Чан, on
his right. That’s Russian (and coincidentally
Kazakh, as well) for Jackie Chan.
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Some of the power of
the voice still grabs you for its beauty, even when they’re showing off. Alfie Boe singing “Bring Him Home” from Les Misérables inevitably makes the
tears well up. But then there are the
“see what I can do” numbers, like you often see on those talent shows, when Susan Boyle or some nine-year-old belts out a number with an operatic voice.
I came across two of
those the other day and was reminded of how we live parallel lives here in
America with people on other parts of the planet. The years I lived in Japan, I marveled at the
sheer number of popular singers who had thousands of adoring followers known
in the rest of East Asia but not in Europe or America. The same holds true for the Slavic World.
Vitebsk is a city in
Belarus. Known chiefly as the birthplace of Marc Chagall and as the site
of the Vitebsk Ghetto massacre where most of the city’s Jewish population, some
34,000 people, met their death, Vitebsk today is the site of an international
Slavic arts festival known as the Slavianskii Bazaar. Most of the artists
who show up for the annual competition are from Russia, Belarus and Ukraine,
Poland, Bulgaria and the nations of the former Yugoslavia, although other
winners have included contestants from Israel and Mexico. In 2015 the
winner was a young singer from Kazakhstan with an incredible range of voice.
His name is Dimash Kudaibergen.
The Slavic festival at
Vitebstk was only the beginning for this young man, I'm guessing. I think
he’s going places, if he's got the discipline to get an international career
going. He’s got great looks and great
style for such a young man. But more
than that, he blows ‘em out of the water with his voice range. Must be at least five octaves. Here he is
competing at Vitebsk.
And here he is, more
recently, in front of a Chinese audience (at Dalian? Not sure about that.) Pushing the limits, the "see what I can do" approach to a French song entitled "S.O.S. d'un terrien en détresse."
And if you don't find
this all too gimmicky and unpolished, and want more, try The Show Must Go On and this one, a song with the title of Opera 2, by the Latvian born Russian, Vitas.
Here's Vitas doing it at the Dalian International Festival in 2009.
Vitas’ full name is Vitaliy
Vladasovich Grachov. He’s a 38-year old
Russian singer who, like Dimash, has a five-octave vocal range and an impressive
falsetto. I can't explain this Latvian/Kazakhstani miracle voice phenomenon. Maybe it’s a gift the Great
Spaghetti Monster in the Sky gave to the world in appreciation for the fall of
communism. What blows my mind is that
these people exist on the other side of the world and we on this side, most of
us, have never heard of them. We might
as well be living on different planets.
Even if you have heard
of Vitas, did you know that:
Vitas doing "7th Element" at the Kremlin in 2002 |
· He has won awards declaring him Russia's
laureate ten times through various competitions.
· He was recognized as Russia's most prolific live
performer between the years of 2001 and 2003.
· He is the youngest artist ever to have performed solo at the Kremlin.
· He was MTV Asia's best foreign performer in
2011.
· He is also a fashion designer, having presented
his Autumn Dreams collection in 2002, again, at the Kremlin.
· His album A Kiss As Long As Eternity sold
more than 2 million copies in less than half a year.
· He has released 16 studio albums.
Superstars.
Here are the words to
that song Dimash and Vitas wowed them with. The one with the catchy title, Opera 2. In case you want to sing along:
Russian
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Russian romanized
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Translation
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Дом мой достроен,
Но я в нем один.
Хлопнула дверь за
спиной
Ветер осенний
стучится в окно
Плачет опять надо
мной.
Ночью гроза,
А на утро туман.
Солнце остыло
совсем.
Давние боли
Идут чередой.
Пусть собираются
все.
Дом мой достроен,
Но я в нем один.
Хлопнула дверь за
спиной.
Ветер осенний
стучится в окно
Плачет опять надо
мной.
Это судьба, а судьбу
не могу
Я ни о чем просить.
Только я знаю, как
после меня
Станут ветра
голосить
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Dom moi dostroen
no ya v nem odin
khlopnula dver' za
spinoi
Veter osenni'
stuchitsya v okno
Plachet opyat' nado
mnoi
Noch'u groza
A na utro tuman
Solntse ostilo
sovsem
Davnie boli
Idut cheredoi
Pust' sobirayutsya
vse
Dom moi dostroen
No ya v nem odin
Khlopnula dver' za
spinoi
Veter osenni'
stuchitsya v okno
Plachet opyat' nado
mnoi
Eto sud'ba, a sud'bu
ne mogu
Ya ni o chem prosit'
Tol'ko ya znayu kak
posle menya
Stanut vetra
golosit'
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My house is built,
but I’m alone in it.
The door slams
behind me
There’s an autumn
wind knocking on the window.
Crying over me once
again.
Thunder in the night
and
fog in the morning
The sun has grown
cold
Pains from long ago
follow one after the other.
Let them all gather
together.
My house is built
but I’m alone in it.
The door slams
behind me.
There’s an autumn
wind
knocking on the
window.
Crying over me once
again.
It’s fate. I can ask
nothing of fate.
All I know is that
after me
the wind will howl.
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I’ve probably broken
all sorts of copyright laws here. Not my
intention, and I hope the KGB, or whatever their successor organization is
called, understands I’m not making any money off of this, but just trying to keep
my Russian, now on full life support, alive.
But I really do love
Russian music. All of it. Tchaikovsky, Hvorostovsky, and now these
young Kazakhstani and Russian guys with the falsetto voices.
Why can’t we all just
get along?
1 comment:
Love Dimash & Vitas - recently discovered them and am hooked. Thank you for the romanized version - now I can sing along too as I don't know Russian or Khazak but would love to some day.
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