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In fables, fragments of ancient myths are preserved. On this CD, Domna Samiou & her collaborators sing tales of the fabulous and the fantastic combining the real world with the supernatural and narrating stories, often tragic, which might once have occurred – or could do so one day – however imaginative they seem. The CD contains rare and priceless songs with the authentic voices of ‘old people’, which Domna recorded herself in situ.

CD 1

  • 1. A trader made his way
    Eastern Aegean More
  • 2. Four, five, nine brothers
    Epirus More
  • 3. The dead brother
    Asia Minor More
  • 4. The dead brother
    Eastern Thrace & Roumelia More
  • 5. A maid would have her way
    Propontis More
  • 6. The song of Saint George
    Propontis More
  • 7. Arta’s bridge
    Sporades More
  • 8. At Trichas’ bridge
    Pontus More
  • 9. In Constantinople I heard the news
    Thrace More
  • 10. The glass well
    Central Greece More
  • 11. Giorgi, they’re ringing the bells
    Peloponnese More
  • 12. One Easter day, one Sunday
    Thrace More
  • 13. A mother has a son
    Thrace More
  • 14. I passed by and bade good day
    Eastern Thrace & Roumelia More
  • 15. Little apple tree perched on the brink
    Constantinople More
  • 16. On Saint George's Eve
    Propontis More
  • 17. A maid from Evripο
    Asia Minor More

CD 2

  • 1. A maid was singing
    Propontis More
  • 2. A Maid Bidding Farewell
    Crete More
  • 3. Dawn glowed in the East
    Propontis More
  • 4. A maid from Vrontados
    Asia Minor More
  • 5. Giannos and Vangelio
    Epirus More
  • 6. As long as the shore
    Propontis More
  • 7. No father had I
    Eastern Thrace & Roumelia More
  • 8. A prince is to be wed
    Propontis More
  • 9. With child a-mowing
    Eastern Aegean More
  • 10. A fair maid did sing
    Central Greece More
  • 11. Mavrianos and the king
    Crete More
  • 12. Aroafnou
    Cyprus More
  • 13. Fair Evgenoula
    Thrace More
  • 14. Three lords a-sitting
    Cappadocia / Konya More
  • 15. Yar yar
    Pontus More
  • 16. A Little Shorty (Meli, Erythrae)
    Asia Minor More
  • 17. A Little Shorty (Skiathos)
    Sporades More

Notes

Introduction

by Domna Samiou

Fables –those priceless songs found throughout Greece and much of the Balkans in which fragments of ancient myths are preserved– have been a preoccupation of mine for many years now. For it was these sung tales of the fabulous and the fantastic that allowed the Greek people to combine the real with the supernatural and create songs relating tragedies –for the overwhelming majority are tragic– which might once have occurred, or could one day.

This collection includes material collected over the years, but also a number of other recordings. Fables don’t make for easy listening and are anything but commercial –not that I have ever paid much attention to either in my work –but I really love these songs and find them endlessly fascinating for their melodies as well as their subject-matter. Of course, in putting together these songs, we are also helping to save an important part of our oral heritage.

The songs included date from three different recording eras. Meaning that, apart from the songs my associates and I recorded in the studio, there are others sung by simple folk I met long ago on my travels around Greece.

And though these latter recordings are far from perfect, these songs surely impart more of their singular atmosphere and style to the listener when sung in the authentic voices of the people. Lastly, to give as full a picture as possible, we have also included songs from previous Association releases.

I hope the results will prove pleasurable and rewarding.

Domna Samiou (2008)

‘That’s how they sang it, like a fairytale...’

by Miranda Terzopoulou

... that was how Mrs Koula, now dearly departed, wound up her recitation of the Song of Saint George as we lit the vigil lights in the graveyard high up on the fringes of Thrace on the banks of the Evros (Maritza). Night was falling and the lights of the surrounding villages began to appear. In the leaden cold of December, I couldn’t tell which side was Bulgaria, which was Turkey; only Adrianoupolis (Edirne), Adrianou in the local dialect of everyday familiarity and legend, stood out big and bright.

‘See, we’re in the wolf ’s mouth, on the front line, in the minefields. Many’s the night we hear gunfire. When the powers lock horns, we quake in our boots for fear of war. But every time things look bad, Saint George comes and protects us. He patrols all night long... you can hear his horse’s hooves close by the guard-posts. He’s always watched over us, always come to us Christians’ aid... Which is why we hold him and his song dearer than any other, and anyone who doesn’t know it off by heart, because it’s long, reads it out loud so everyone can hear how Saint George saved the girl, like he saves us. Those were the songs the old-timers sang up here, whose lives were so hard, so full of sorrow. They turned everything into song, and their songs have ancient words in them, words that are centuries old.’

And these songs, centuries-old and with everything in them, are what we call ‘fables’. The range of myths, and the inventiveness with which their component parts are added, removed, adapted, transferred, combined and reworked, is staggering. In fact, it is this ongoing process of recreation that has kept these songs fresh down the centuries, kept their tales of sprites and princesses relevant, their kings and viziers contemporary, their Saints George and Turks modern-day foes.

Having grown further and further removed from their historical ‘roots’, these songs serve as musical myths whose subject-matter expresses collective representations. As such, they allow every group and generation to imbue them with new meanings of their own or old meaning they have rendered comprehensible again, and –through their singing– to express the needs of their present.

Along with dirges and Carnival songs, these sung, metrical fairytales lie closest to the point at which the complex outer world of ‘events’ intersects with the dark inner world of desires and fantasies. Which is why fables are sung in a spirit of meditative joy at Carnival feasts, and as dirges lamenting specific or symbolic dead. They are sung and danced in ways revealing the tales which they relate –as slow unaccompanied table songs sung to a monotonous, repetitive melody, or as slow, ritualistic dances at weddings or the great Spring feasts– to teach and bring relief as best they can to the community on those key occasions on which it convenes, remembers, and bonds anew.

Fables were often not sung at all, but recited like fairytales at get-togethers to the rhythms of everyday speech. The audience would have identified with the tragic tales and often wept as they listened. The singers/narrators –folk equipped with artistry, taste, an excellent memory and a knowledge of history, psychology and social rules– had no qualms about intervening in the songs they sang, instinctually matching names, places, secondary narrative strands and details of every sort to their audience’s codes and inner needs. Which is how the songs came to be imbued with new dimensions which would be readapted in perpetuity to every new context in which they came to be sung.

The often extreme events they relate helped listeners incorporate the supernatural into their rational view of the world, and by extension into the irrationality of their subconscious minds. The lack of demarcation between the wild world of exotic lands, plants, animals/creatures on the one hand and the tame, humanized world of livestock, crops and civilized human society on the other helped the audience mentally to bridge the realms of fantasy and reality. And as they gradually came to accept that threatening sprites are an integral part of life, they could also accept as part and parcel of existence those unpleasant, unacceptable, ineffable feelings which can lead to conflict even within the sanctuary of the family; conflicts every member of society had to be equipped to deal with.

Concealed behind their poetic, symbolic language and the fantastical things they describe, the songs actually table painful conditions of human existence: Oedipal conflicts, being deprived of a mother’s love or a father’s protection, incestuous desires, unconfessed hatred between siblings, painful progressions to adulthood, social dictates, materialistic compulsions, ethical dilemmas and ambivalence are all transformed into more or less acceptable realities whose impact is softened by the redemption provided by the dramatic tales sung in fable form over the centuries.

Traditions can exist only as long as they continue to serve and express the interests –communal and individual– of the given social group that embraces and conveys them. An integral part of every aspect of life in traditional communities and equivalent to –or even a substitute for– various social functions ranging from recreation and education to artistic expression, ritual discourse and moulding a collective memory/identity, the songs’ impressive adaptability allowed them to express unwritten social laws and codes, values and fears. And because, as long as people feel the same, they will seek similar ways of externalizing their feelings, they will go on, even today, in certain contexts creating new songs for new audiences on old themes. With their new meaning bestowed on them by lived historical –and arbitrarily imaginary– reality rather than by History, these songs are empowered to express emotional, social and even national tensions, to defuse them, and to cure them with that intangible medicine known as discourse.

Miranda Terzopoulou (2008)

 

Credits

Production team

Sound team

  • Charalambos Blazoudakis (Sound engineer),
  • Yiorgos Karyotis (Sound engineer),
  • Kostas Prikopoulos (Sound engineer),
  • Yannis Sygletos (Sound engineer),
  • Yiorgos Karyotis (Sound editing),
  • Petros Siakavellas (Sound editing),
  • Socrates Sinopoulos (Sound editing)

Booklet team

  • Miranda Terzopoulou (Texts and commentaries),
  • Michael Eleftheriou (English translation),
  • John Leatham (English translation),
  • Natassa Papadopoulou (Text Editing),
  • Konstantina Ananidi (Design and layout),
  • Christina Katsichti (Design and layout),
  • Marina Orfanidou (Design and layout),
  • Thomas Papanikolaou (Design and layout)

Singer

Choir

Clarinet

Flute

Kaval

Gaida (bagpipe)

Violin

Tsumbus

Constantinopolitan lyra

Pontic lyra

Kanun

Bowed tambouras

Constantinopolitan lute

Oud

Lute

Ney

Daouli (davul)

Goblet drum

Bendir (frame drum)

Tambourine

Zil bells

Spoons

Informant (source of the song)

References

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