Category Archives: Music

Another Loss for the Music Industry – Singer Whitney Houston

The Music Industry and the world has lost another beautiful talent at a young age.  Whitney Houston passed away yesterday at the age of 48.  The goddaughter of Aretha Franklin, she left behind a legacy of songs and films that moved the world.

When I think of Whitney, I always picture her with Kevin Costner in the film, The Bodyguard.  I don’t know why.  Perhaps because I always thought she was so beautiful and of course, he is hot.  In fact, as I was flipping channels last night, one of his films was playing – in English but with subtitles that weren’t even Turkish.  I didn’t recognize the alphabet.

Whitney joins the ranks of many talented artists that left this world too early, Janis Joplin, Patsy Cline, John Lennon, Bob Marley, Tammy Wynette, Elvis Presley, Mama Cass Elliot, Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, Freddie Mercury, Aaliyah,Billy Holiday, Judy Garland three from Lynyrd Skynrd in one airplane crash, and so many more.  No matter the reason for their deaths, theya re missed.  Whitney will be too.  Rest in Peace.

You can read a full are article here:

Singer Whitney Houston Found Dead | Fox News.

Introducing the Music of Suzanne Doyle

I have a few simply great expat friends in Ankara.  One of them is Steve who loves music as much as anyone I know.  He also loves photography and has become quite talented at creating, directing, and editing videos.

He recently visited his Canadian home and caught up with one of his friends, Suzanne Doyle.  She is a singer-songwriter, truly dedicated to her work, extremely talented and warm person.

Any Friend of Steve's is a Friend of Mine

Steve interviewed her.  You can see his work and listen to Suzanne sing and play here:

You can read more about Suzanne  by clicking here.

You can buy her albums  (or do we call then CDs now?) by clicking here.

Learn more about Steve, his band, his music, and his works by clicking here.

Ekim

So now it’s October, Ekim.   The days are still bright and sunny.  The evenings have become crisp and chilly.

My thoughts have turned to things I enjoyed in the States.  Going to the old Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia for the Halloween tours.  Selecting and carving a pumpkin.  Planting mums.  Haunted hayrides while enjoying hot apple cider.  Bike rides through Fairmount Park.  Bass fishing at Marsh Creek. Shooting bow and arrow into hay bales.  The Marshalton Triathlon.  Wine tastings at the ChaddsFord Winery.   Long drives on country back roads.

JJ carves the pumpkin

Leaves changing to hues of red, yellow, and orange.

Along the Schuylkill - JDRF Walk 2009

This is my second full Autumn in Ankara.  Last year, I was still getting into the swing of things here.  But this year, I want to learn how to fully enjoy the season here.  Do you have any suggestions?  Here are a few suggestions I have found so far:

  • Our friends at Archers of Okçular visited Amasra and Safranbolu.
  • The Eurasia Marathon will be held in Istanbul on October 16th.
  • Karen at Being Koy rents out her adorable place in Kirazli Village.
  • The Oktoberfest at the Germany Embassy in Ankara is scheduled for the weekend of the 15th – but sadly – tickets are sold out.
  • Spend an afternoon hiking around Eymir Gölü.
  • The 5th International Flamenco-Ankara Festival,  will take place between October 5 and 9. There will be 17 participants including Joaquin Grilo, Manolo Franco and David Perez, from 3 countries. The festival is organized by the Flamenko-Ankara / METU Classical Guitar Society.
  • Follow Claudia to learn what’s in season at your local Pazar and a new delicious recipe.
  • Thinking about a weekend in Bodrum?  Check out what Jack has to say at Perking the Pansies.
  • The 22nd Efes Pilsen Blues Festival is going on in many cities.  A calendar can be found here.
  • Natalie at Turkish Travel Blog has a ton of great suggestions for a weekend trip.

Finishing the 8k of the 2010 Eurasia Marathon

Thinking about apple cider?  Hmmmmm.  And a big Orange pumpkin?  Let me know where you find them!  and of course . . . a hayride . . . . 

You Can Be Anything

I can be anything I want to be.  That is what I always believed and it seems to be true for the most part.  The funny thing is that I have no recollection of a single person telling me this.  I don’t recall my parents sitting me down and saying, “Honey, you can be anything you want to be.”  I don’t remember a teacher telling me that.  I do recall jingles from commercials, “Be all that you can be, in the Navy.”  I did know that the navy was not for me.

The earliest recollection of what I wanted to be was a masseuse.  This was long before we developed the politically correct term, “massage therapists.”  I used to set up shop in my parents’ back room.  I never really had the calling of nurse or doctor like the other girls my age did.  For a while, I fiddled with the idea of a nun.  I felt I had a calling, but the Flying Nun seemed more adventurous.

The Flying Nun

Then, I wanted to be the President.  Not just of anything, but of the good old U.S. of A.  That one stuck.  I collected many votes throughout the years.  Part of the caption in my high school yearbook read, “to the White House.”  Eventually, I even thought I was taking my first steps by going to law school.

Even though I don’t know from where I developed this attitude that I could be anything I wanted, I am glad I did.  I have been lots of things so far.  I was a paperboy.  (I am all for women’s rights, but believe me, I was not a papergirl!) I worked at the court house.  I served KFC chicken and hamburgers at Gino’s.  I have been a waitress and cook in many establishments.  I designed, created, and sold Christmas wreaths and other arts and crafts items.

Home of the Gino's Giant

I took art classes when I wanted to be a cartoonist.  I took drum lessons too.  I ran on the cross country team, played basketball and softball. I worked as a receptionist for many years.  And I cut hair for my friends.  (Some of them remained friends after the hair cuts!)  I took care of severely handicapped men in a home setting.  And I  ran an award-winning not-for-profit community garden.

My favorite job was working for a large plant nursery.  I worked in the wholesale department, selling trees and shrubs to landscapers.  I was good at it.  And I loved that I dropped many pounds, became gorgeously tanned, and had customers who spoke Latin to me all day (ordering plants by botanical names.)

One day I became a lawyer.  As you may have read in my last post, I did this for many years and really enjoyed the work.  I am still a lawyer, buy now I have decided to add teacher to my repertoire.

Hanging with my Lawyer Friends

In a recent conversation back home, a friend told me that his daughters can be anything they want, as long as they are professionals.  I had to giggle to myself.  To me, being a “professional” meant doctor, lawyer, or Indian Chief.  Since the girls aren’t Native American, they were already down to two choices.  I asked him what he thought about my switching jobs and becoming a teacher.  I can’t remember his exact response, but it was something I didn’t expect from him – along the lines of it being very respectable, or a higher calling, or something like that.

I can be anything I want to be.  So now I will teach.  I have already been teaching.  I did some work back in the States and have had quite a few volunteer positions here in Turkey.  One of my favorites is a nine-year-old girl who wanted to come 5 days a week for 2 hours to work with me after school!   That was a bit too much for me.  But apparently, it says something about whether I will be good at this teaching thing!

Oyku

Another enlightening episode was a helping some young legal assistants with their English skills.  It was clear to me that some of these women wanted more out of life.  As part of the lessons, I tried to instill in them the idea that they can do what they want while balancing personal happiness with the realities of what they need to survive.  I know it’s easier said than done, but often people just forget that they have a right to be happy.

Learning English

One of the things that saddens me here is that the people I meet really don’t seem to have that “be anything you want” attitude.  Rather, they are more in line with most Americans trying to be anything that makes the almighty dollar.  To me, this is not equivalent to being happy.  Looking back at all of the things I have been, what I have consistently been is pretty happy.

Here, kids have to choose what they want to be before they go to college.  They take a very heavy exam to enter college.  The choices they have made and the grades from that test determine which university they will attend.  I’m not quite sure when they choose their major, but I understand that it rarely, if ever, changes.  I went from being a sociology major to a criminal justice major.  Not a huge adjustment.  Idid fiddle with the idea of switching schools to get into an art program.  In Turkey, you don’t switch schools.  You just don’t.  I’m not even sure one has that option.  I’m not sure this is what Ataturk envisioned when he said, ”Children are a new beginning of tomorrow”.

The Father of Modern Turkey

I went to law school at night, working a full-time job and three part-time jobs my first year.  In Turkey, I have yet to find an evening program.  Although there are a lot of courses to learn English in the evenings and weekends.

Another thing that bothers me is the “beaten down” attitudes.  Many people are unable to get things done here.  It’s not that they don’t want to proceed.  But they have been told over and over again what they can’t do.  So the attitude is often, “I can’t do this because. . . ”  ”You can’t do that because . . . ”  ”You just don’t understand the system.  It’s not going to happen.”  In my life plan, things happen the way I want them to because I CAN.  I remember one nun in grade school who used to always say, “Can’t means won’t.”  She was right.

I Can and I Did!

My husband, an instructor at a local university, once gave a very easy question as extra credit on an exam.  ”When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?”  He told me some of the responses.  There was one person who said they never wanted to be an engineer and they still don’t!  Guess what they are studying ?  And they wrote this to the instructor.  Wow.

I had a discussion with my sister-in-law about my plans to teach.  She said, “I am really proud of you.”  Perhaps this is where my desire to “be anything” comes from.  I know that I should do what is right for me, not to make others proud.  It’s one of the agreements I made with myself.  Something I learned from one  of my favorite books, The Four Agreements by Miguel Ruiz.  But there’s much to be said for that feeling one gets when others are proud of you.

Preparing to Be

I still struggle with what I want to be when I grow up.  Sometimes I feel like I have a “higher calling” – one to help others decide what they will be.  Or to help others get to where they want to be.  I don’t know how to explain it exactly.  But I am here to tell you this:

YOU CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO BE!

And that’s a fact, Jack!

Catholics are Killing Music!

Oh, sometimes my mind just wanders, from one thing to the next, connecting this to that.  

I was watching a movie on the flight to the States called “Almanya”, “Germany” in Turkish.  It was mostly in German with some Turkish.  The English subtitles were so small I could barely read them and had to rely on what I knew from the two languages as well as just the content of what I saw.

Parts were funny.  Parts were dramatic.  And of course, there was the tragedy.  I really liked the movie.  One part made me laugh out loud.  As the Turkish family prepared to move to Germany, there were lots of  ”stories” being passed about the Germans.  Growing up German, of course I had experienced “stories” about Turks, long before I ever met a Turk.  This movie was sort of a “pay back.”  A young boy was told that not only do Germans eat pig (ewww!), they also eat humans!  As evidence, they ate a guy called Jesus Christ.  They hung him on a cross, killed him, then ate his flesh and drank his blood.  Seriously, if I didn’t have the window seat, I would have fell right out into the aisle.  I was laughing that hard!

As the family arrives in Germany and inspects their new home, the boy is naturally the one to find the crucifix hanging in the apartment!  What horror!  Simply hilarious!

Christ on the Cross

As I sat on my mother’s deck in Chester County this past week, I was thinking about this movie, quietly laughing to myself.  And then I heard the church “bells” ring.  Actually, they aren’t true bells anymore.  They play a tune.  And it’s not very loud because they don’t want to bother the neighbors.  Those bells have meaning to me.  I grew up with the Church bells.  Several years back, the new bells were installed, in memory of one of the parishioners.  He was the father of a good friend of mine. One I barely knew in grade school because he was older than me.  (Therefore, we couldn’t associate.)  One I got to know a bit better in high school, because we ran cross country together.  One I knew even better as an adult, as we practiced law together for several years.  He happens to be the reason I am here in the States now.

Listening to those bells, brought me back to an article I wrote on religion in Turkey.  I no longer see much difference between most religions or the practices thereof.  The muslim call to prayer is the same as those church bells in my mind.  As I sat and listened to the bells, I also think upon a book I once read, and go back to from time to time, “Why do Catholics do That?” by Kevin Orlin Johnson.

Here's the Book

One particular chapter that I tend to discuss from time to time attempts to explain why Protestants have such great music and Catholics have great artwork and items made from gold. It says that it has to do with what was available when and where certain peoples wanted to express themselves artistically.  Catholics were southern Europeans.  They came from the lands of gold.  They were more dramatic people.  When they expressed themselves artistically, they created with their hands.  They painted.  They sculpted.  They melted gold into candlesticks.

Pope Benedict XVI

Protestants were a more reserved people.  They were northern Europeans, like the Brits.  To express themselves, they wrote stories, books, poetry, and music.  They wrote some of the best music known to man.

Makes sense to me.

This past Sunday I went to Church with Mom.  I like going.  I am comfortable there.  But they are killing the music!  They no longer play the good old Protestant songs.  It seems to me that the Catholics who write the new music just don’t have an ear for it.  They go up and down and all around in every song.  Sounds like a cat being put down very very slowly.  Speaking of slowly, we sang “America the Beautiful” in honor of the Fourth of July.  Slowest version of it EVER.  Worst than a dying cat.  

Catholics haven’t written a good song since they stumbled upon “Be Not Afraid” back in 1974.  There may have been one or two since then.  I think that was around the time the Pope visited Philly.  But seriously, PLEASE don’t try to fix what ain’t broke!  The Protestants do it right when it comes to music.  Just sing their songs and everything will be all right!  Amazing Grace.  Amen.