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August 9, 1996
CD Review: Davka's seamless blend of world music is the real thing
JOSEPH BERKOFSKY
Bulletin Staff
Does world music mean any music in the world? Sift through
the bins labeled "World Music" in Tower, Virgin or other record megastores
and that's what you'll find: A little Greek folk music, maybe some Brazilian
pop, some Tibetan chants and perhaps the Throat Singers of Tuva.
But God forbid you should want a little Jewish world music!
What you find in those bins would make a cantor cringe, a klezmer clarinetist
quake, an Israeli popster puke. Some 25-year-old records by "the Israeli
Neil Diamond," Arik Einstein; The 27th International Rabbinical Melody Contest;
and Shloimie Pupik Sings For You.
But any Tower worth its name should start stocking "Lavy's Dream,"
by Davka, the Bay Area-based trio whose members are Daniel Hoffman, Adam Levenson
and Moses Sedler.
Defining the Hebrew slang term that forms its name as "contrary
to expectation," the trio redefines world music with seamless compositions
inspired by a mishmash of klezmer, classical, Middle Eastern and Asian rhythms,
jazz and avant-garde.
These guys don't simply sample a few Yiddish-tinged licks and
loop them with a disco backbeat. Davka is the real thing, and all three musicians
have the chops to prove it.
Hoffman, a classically trained violinist since childhood and
a member of the Berkeley Symphony Orchestra, discovered klezmer in Israel
and began experimenting with Arab-klez blends. Percussionist and dance music
composer Levenson rocks on the doumbek and zarb (not exactly the bongos),
and cellist Sedler brings influences ranging from Eastern Europe to North
India.
Take "Yankel's Pocket," the last of 10 cuts on the band's second
CD (after 1994's self-titled debut). Described as "surfing the Garment District,"
it's an aural romp through the Lower East Side. You can practically see the
pushcart guys hawking herring and feel yesterday's crumpled edition of the
Forverts beneath your feet.
You might have to cross the Brooklyn Bridge to fully appreciate
"Xan," where Bombay meets Brownsville. It has a South Asian feel with some
Crown Heights twists.
Once you're there, try "Sefirah" -- the title refers to one
of the divine levels of kabbalistic enlightenment. Its tune echoes the interior
of a Chassidic yeshiva in full throttle. Prayers bounce off the walls in song.
If all that sounds too Old World for you, get modern with "Golem,"
which Davka defines as a "mute, soulless man endowed with superhuman powers."
Rich in dissonant violin and percussion, this composition is like the Kronos
Quartet Goes Krakow. And check out "Merkavah" (chariot). The liner notes say
the song is based on Ezekiel's visions, but it sounds like Philip Glass does
"Fiddler on the Roof" to me.
Once Davka's got you cutting the rug, groove to "Dream," a kind
of klezmer-goes-bonkers number. Then the rapidly paced "Watchnight" reduxes
a feverish run through ancient Egypt on the first night of the first Passover.
It's an ethereal dream; Charlton Heston as Moses this ain't.
One piece that stopped me cold, however, was "Yizkor for Rabin,"
a salute to the slain prime minister. While I really wanted to get into the
number, all I got was a martial drumbeat with a mournful violin. It ends quietly,
which is not how the general went down.
"Nachshon's Wail," a plaintive plea to God as the Jews reached
the Red Sea and the Egyptians loomed (you know what happened) also didn't
move me. But then, who knew that Nachshon Ben Aminadav was a character from
the Exodus Midrash whose faith and lack of swimming skills got God to do
what Cecil B. DeMille captured in Technicolor?
If all this musical mishegas leaves you feeling a little dizzy,
listen to "Di Terkishe Khasene" (The Turkish Wedding). In this comparatively
relaxing piece, Davka sticks to traditional Ashkenazi klezmer roots. But
the bass flute still makes you want to sip some dark, sweet Turkish coffee
just the same.
A poem in the CD's liner notes, "Lavy's Dream," by 16th-century
mystic Rabbi Yehuda Lavy Ben Bezalel, tells us what world music, and Davka,
really means. It says, in part: "We are not Gods though/conjured in mud
with cane/speaking the unspeakable/mysterious names..." |