These feelings, while pleasing the sense of hearing, also make people naturally interested in the unfamiliar but undefended nation in music and the land of life. Through the inclusive language of music, two different lifestyles attract each other. This is also the charm of national music and world music.
Chaidamu National Orchestra from Qinghai and Haixi is the inheritor of Delingha folk songs. With a large number of people and skillful instrumental music, their pure music can also release strong tension in the spread of modern network and fly into the homes of ordinary people.
An album with world music style, unfamiliar and intimate, has a distant and original visual sense.
Go out and listen.
I haven't watched TV for a long time. But if I remember correctly, CCTV's Avenue of Stars was the first program to promote ethnic minorities or traditional folk songs in northwest and southwest China to the mainstream media and the public in the city. A few years ago, this very grounded talent show was like a middle-aged version of Super Girl or My Hero, which made parents take away their children's golden TV watching time under the excuse of "going to review well". This program, including some song and dance programs of CCTV later, really made the traditional music of many ethnic minorities "spread all over China" in a short time. But I have always had a bad impression of such early folk music-full of the sense of operation and operability of TV media, which gained the curiosity of idle and ignorant urban residents, and then somehow disappeared or became commercialized and tacky. Singing "Flowers Bloom in Shandandan" won the "Starlight" championship, and then a jaw-dropping agricultural heavy metal Po is typical.
I want to emphasize that these TV programs have made minority music "popular all over China". In fact, they have a question. Were these folk singers and music not included in our "China" before they appeared on TV? The domestic pop music scene has never been better than popularizing "listening to songs". These national musicians, who should belong to the normal appreciation category of "world music", have become strangers to watch and comment from a distance through television.
"Going out" and "coming in" are often used to describe the communication between two strange groups. Obviously, the "going out" of folk music listeners is far from sincere.
Traveling is a good way. Walking into a foreign country from a familiar living environment is both thrilling and calm, and there will be more opportunities to get in touch with the charm of strange cultures. This kind of active contact is definitely more real and kind than passive input. Therefore, Mr. Wu Wenji will also listen to the groom sing "Liu Liu Tune" by Sichuan Ganzi and compile "Kangding Love Song"; Tajik folk songs have evolved into the theme of the times, such as why flowers are so red, and so on.
Today, it is difficult to find real and moving folk music in words and ears, and the value of those who have recorded and disseminated intentions has been affirmed. Once you listen, you will gain more knowledge, regardless of whether these strange languages and instrumental music can really make you sing.
Haixi experience
I went to Qinghai for the first time in the summer of 20 14.
The origin of that trip is interesting. When eating in the school halal restaurant, I saw several "huge" landscape photos hanging on the wall of the dining area. When serving, I asked my Hui brother where this was, and he replied, "Qinghai, home." A large area of cyan and blue divides the picture in two, and distant and unfamiliar sweetness is projected into the eyes from the solidified photos. So I made up my mind to go to Qinghai once to see what this place really looks like.
Obviously, the trip will not be completely in accordance with the established destination. I didn't find the plateau grassland in the photo, but I won't miss the must-see spots. The absolute purity of Qinghai Lake and Chaka Salt Lake, one blue and one white, is breathtaking, which is an unimaginable and unprecedented true color; From Xining to Delingha, there are orange-gray still pictures everywhere on the bus, and the highway extends infinitely between the mountain tunnel and the loess during the day; The Qinghai-Tibet line passes through Golmud, and the platform goes out to rest. A cigarette can make people feel the tranquility of the plateau surrounded by heaven and earth in just a few minutes. These places, when I took photos to locate my circle of friends, I realized that they had a name called Haixi.
West of Qinghai Lake is Haixi. Delingha, Golmud, Dulan and Wulan face each other. Kunlun Mountain and Tianjun Mountain stand among them. This is the home of Tibetan, Mongolian and Hui ethnic minorities. The Gelug Sect walked out of Ta 'er Temple, and Qinghai Lake was the sacred center.
Looking at these scenery as a tourist, even the shock brought by another world is enough to stay in my heart. I really saw the distant magnificence on the wall of the Muslim restaurant thousands of miles away between the slopes covered with rape flowers on Sun Moon Mountain. When I drove to Qinghai Lake, the dazzling blue of the lake suddenly broke into my field of vision, which was tantamount to a refreshing world view. It's hard to imagine what it would be like to really feel the growth of culture in a strange world.
Therefore, it is hard for me to imagine how the Tibetan and Mongolian people who have lived in Haixi for generations view the culture on which they have long lived. No matter how words describe them, it is powerless to label them as "people on horseback", "Millennium Silk Road" and "grassland heroes". These are the aesthetics in our eyes when we "go out", so we can talk about them before they "walk in".
Soul of Qaidam
Therefore, apart from the two slightly arduous communication tasks of "going in" and "going out", the album Soul of Qaidam has its own significance. Even my one-month field trip didn't really touch the local folk music in Haixi in detail. This album almost covers its style. If the educated youth who jumped the queue in the mountains such as Lei Zhenbang decades ago (the author of Why Flowers Are So Red) was the forerunner of recording folk music such as Mobei in western Fujian, then the online world now is another collector. It is beyond Mr. Lei Zhenbang's imagination that Qaidam folk songs can be combined into a complete digital album and spread on the Internet.
The album Soul of Qaidam is too long. It's not how long I've been singing these twelve songs, but that every song sounds extremely tired. Like "Guessing Boxing Song" and "Mongolian Praise Song", I don't know if the emotions behind these Mongolian lyrics are really cheerful, and it is difficult to adjust the emotions that should exist when listening to these songs. At least in the impression, Mongolians have a lot of lofty sentiments of drinking and bowing and carving on horseback, while the delicate and sweet tunes in "Golden Bracelet" are somewhat fascinating. These illusions are all caused by differences.
You can't directly associate it with the artistic conception of "drums galloping on the carpet like horseshoes, and the long tune is as beautiful as a lonely goose at sunset on Lake Cohen" written in the album introduction with the pure national elements of Qaidam Orchestra such as Humai and Ma Touqin. Music does not bear the responsibility of conveying the desolation of history and vision, and the abstract meaning is the reason why it can keep a soul for a long time in the blood inheritance of a nation. So traditional musical techniques such as Humai are really associated with Mongolian prancing horse. If Hang Gai is the first band to make this word so popular in our world, just like the Mongolian iron hoof conquered the south thousands of years ago, then Humai of Qaidam Orchestra is more like the other side of this nation's long and slow grassland, just like the artistic conception of the song "Maxima"-gratitude, horses and their longevity, far more important than letting another nation know their existence in the distance.
To be honest, this album is not particularly brilliant. If it were some entries of a CCTV program many years ago, it might gain a lot of recognition and love, but it was later forgotten. However, among young people who rarely passively import foreign cultures, this kind of music that "walks in" with concentration will be as amazing as it is not easy to forget. We can now clearly say that it is classified as "world music" or "national integration", and the information received is no longer the national customs that have been created and depicted, but a vast picture paved by different languages and musical instruments, in which the scenery color of another world is freely imagined by the listener.
Text/Fu Haisheng