Same sun – different splinters- shattering shadow’s realm with
photon-haze raking at the day’s rippled perimeter. Footsteps echo the tinkling of a tiny lute. Concealed now, slipped under the overcoat and swallowed in its fold, the song-bird nestling within. Looking forward in sunny yellowed time we find our footsteps wandering along
alleys and wandering byways – bustling quays by the sea. Winding lanes with cellars and taverns. A whirling
zeibekiko emerges like a Dervish
through the
echoing teke door and we find in our footsteps
we’ve been here before. These echoing zithers, tinkling finger symbolic zelia and tapping darabukas- yawling
karamusas and mellifluous clarinos-
and the guitar, bouzouki and baglamas of the Piraeus-style zeibekiko 9/8 sound-
rebetiko’s early chant punctuated and decorated
by the ethereal
and shimmering bagla – surely
one of the most mystical and enchanted instruments ever to be given to man by the Gods…
Rebertiko Movie:
More on Rebetiko from ‘The Caterpillar’:
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