I felt so good, sometimes ago, last summer, when browsing YouTube, I came across a video of “ El Gusto” Group Orchestra, during its passage at the RockefellerCenter, in New York, taken by aficionado of the Chaabi Music of Algiers. Which exhibition unfortunately I missed, alas! Then, after show, it’s averred to be a grandiose manifestation of a coterie of remaining talented artists , who were still alive, belonging from all of the communities that existed in Algiers before the events of 1962. Which venue reunites them to un orchestra, thanks to a lit’le bout- de- femme, named Safinez with a tremendous talent, for a unique Concert in the history of the Chaabi music of all times. And that event will make history for the next coming generations of fans, for sure. There were a golden time for the Algerian Chaabi music, a Blues Genre in the Algerian music repertoires in the 60’s, that was just after the Independence of Algeria.
Algeria, the birth the tragedy, and or the rebirth of the Phoenix from its aches
I haven’t read this book of Nietzsche since high-school. Then, the “noire decades” came along after the few years of bliss that followed the Independence day of Algeria. Surviving the two bloody eras, I came across the book while browsing online, then it stoke my memory, and I recalled the subject. In my opinion, the tragedy that Algeria has lived lately, in 1990’s, which we called it by the blackened Era, resembles in most of its aspects the ancient Greek tragedy, save that it started the same day, the 8th of May 1945, while the whole World was celebrating the end of war world II –WWII with the toll of 20 millions people who died for democracy– the Algerian people broke out in the street parading and charging the joy of million people around the world, they were repressed in to their blood in response to his zealous audacity for asking for the promised independence, in tribute to their combat to free France, and the help they gave to get rid of the Nazism, and Fascism in Europe. Algeria yet had to paid more for a postponed liberty, with a struggle of seven years of combat, then after having tasted the savor of freedom for a few time, yet they had to discover the other mask behind the second act of the play; Democracy has an extra price to be paid for it, also, although they were debt-free.
In the last century we we’re spoiled from our homeland in the name of freedom, see_Seven Pillars of wisdom, Lawrence of Arabia, the Arabs Revolution. I am afraid, we will be enslaved intellectually, in this new millennium, in the name of democracy, if we will not produce our own culture, and reject the fabricated one_From freedom to democracy, if we continue to indulge the imposed one, what they call it by “The Arabs Spring”. Notwithstanding that if we continue to accept dictatorship, then it is pure nihilism, and that is the masochism that we have to suffer in the meantime, but still we have the genius to get rid of it with the use of our own tools–“Le butin the guerre”– dear to Kateb Yacine, Algerian writer_”Nedjma”
Initially, that was my first blog and my calling:
One more day, and spring will be here.
“Arabieya”, Spring-Time, is a song of El haj, the Master of Chaâbi, the Algerian blues genre usually amplified the street air of Algiers from the radio, with El Mackneen, another song of Dahmane El Harrachi, the author of “Ya Rayah” the song that is spread worldwide today, Farid El Atrach, “waddi-Errabieÿh
|One more day, and spring is here. “Ar’bayia”, the chaabi song of El haj El Anka, and El Mackneen ezzine of El Badji, that he wrote in prison, that El haj El Ankiss sang with virtuoso, hymn for Freedom|
|there is no best way to celebrate Spring than to make tha first day of Spring, the Day of El Makneen in Algeria. عيد المقنين Mars 21. A dream make lt true|
you name it, French, English, Arabs, and whatever. This is, a tradition, a way to celebrate the coming of the spring that goes back to the days of olden, when people took their time to live, and appreciate the moment. Perhaps it is proper to Mediterranean people temperament; whom are more encline to enjoy the year-long sunny days, or perhaps. it is due to the clime of thought that I have in this moment, just as it cross my mind. My preferred ones among those was “El Rab’beia “_The Spring, it was one of the latest Chaâbi song of El haj El Anka, at that time, and El Makneen_the Goldfinch _Ezzine of El Badji, which he wrote in prison, and that El haj El Ankiss sang with virtuoso, a hymn to Freedom. All those three are Algerian artists. Like in Europe, and some countries around the world, they celebrate the solstice of Summer with music, I thought there is no best way to celebrate Spring than the making as the first day of Spring, the Day of El Mackneen in Algeria. عيد المقنين Marsh, 21st. or it is just a dream to make lt thru, never mind
Then back to reality:
Faut pas rever! wake up. C’est pas de l’ utopia, get some guts , open the d… cage and free the lit’le dude, while listening, to “Erb’yia”, or whatever pleased you.