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By Bill Demain
………………Russia doesn’t need Mariah Carey. They’ve got Alla Pugacheva. Italy could take or leave Barbra Streisand. They’ve got Mina. And why would Japan bother with Bon Jovi when they’ve got a homegrown version in the B’z?
Americans like to flatter themselves by thinking they both invented and hold the patent on platinum-selling superstars. But since the rock era began, hundreds of millions of albums have been sold by artists whose names remain as obscure to most of us as those of 19th-century Swedish kings.
While Nana Mouskouri and Zamfir may ring a bell—thanks to late-night TV ads—how about Wei Wei, Elissa, Daler Mehndi and Gloria Trevi? Yet in their respective countries, these artists are revered as heroes—saints, even.
Many of these acts initially modeled themselves on Western counterparts—Mouskouri cites Ella Fitzgerald as her creative mentor—but they added international flair by pulling their own native music into the mix. Johnny Hallyday, a kind of Gallic Elvis, combined American rockabilly, French chanson (lyric-driven story songs) and an electric stage presence to sell millions of records. The late Ofra Haza crossed Yemenite folk and sacred music with electronic pop and was hailed as the “Madonna of the East.”
For more, get the latest Issue of Performing Songwriter, ISSUE No. 105
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11/01/2007
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Nana Mouskouri sets off on farewell tour after 40-year career
October 31, 2007
Posted by grhomeboy in MusicLife, MusicLife Greek.
It could have all been so different. Back in 1966, a young Nana Mouskouri, then relatively little known outside mainland Europe, embarked on a tour of the US with Harry Belafonte.
Forty years on, 450 albums, 230 gold and platinum discs and more than 300 million records sold later, Nana Mouskouri took to the stage of St David’s Hall in Cardiff last week still sporting those famous spectacles to begin the first British night of her epic farewell tour.
She will perform before sell-out crowds in Gateshead, London, Manchester, Glasgow and Birmingham before decamping to Saarbrucken in Germany where the world first took notice of the commercial potential of the young Greek singer with the nightingale voice. It was there that her German language version of “White Rose from Athens” sold more than a million copies.
The Nana musical juggernaut has already rolled across the US, North America and Ireland this year before going to Britain. After touring mainland Europe, she will then head to Australia, Asia and South America in 2008 where her loyal army of fans are waiting to bid their ageless heroine with the jet black hair and trademark centre parting, a tearful adieu.
It is not bad going for a woman who turned 73 two weeks ago. Though still clearly in rude good health and at the top of her game Mouskouri insists that, after singing for 50 years, it is time to make way for younger performers.
There can be little doubt that few singers coming through today in this increasingly fickle world can expect to emulate the kind of musical longevity she has enjoyed. Nor in this fast-moving digital age, where pop stars must reinvent themselves every few months to stay in touch, can they hope to do so by sticking so closely to the geeky image and basic musical formula that have proved so incredibly popular for Mouskouri over the decades.
Nana was born into a close-knit family in Chania, Crete, moving to Athens at the age of three. The city was occupied by the Nazis for much of her childhood yet her father, a film projectionist, and her mother who taught her the native folk songs, worked hard to get her and her sister into the Hellenic Conservatoire.
She recalls how, by night, her dad used to slip away to fight with the Greek resistance against the German invaders. Times were tough as well as dangerous and despite the money running out she continued to have lessons though her teacher’s desire for her to be the next Maria Callas could not survive her nights at the city’s Zaki club where she learned how to sing like her new heroines Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday.
Her route to fame was the Greek National song contest and Mouskouri was later to be something of the patron saint of the later Eurovision movement, first representing Luxembourg because her native land did not have television. She eventually made an emotional performance when the contest was finally held in Greece for the first time in 2006.
Marriage came along in 1961 and her fame spread to France and Germany before her first trip to New York with legendary impresario Quincy Jones. British audiences had to wait until 1968 when she made her first television appearances on Nana and Guests. At that time, however, the record shops were woefully unprepared and had to desperately seek out some of her records to satisfy the demands of her fans.
Yet the Nana story had another twist yet. In 1993 she was appointed as a Unicef Goodwill Ambassador, undertaking a mission to visit children in Bosnia. The following year she was elected as a Member of the European Parliament, representing the right wing Greek New Democracy party. She claims not to have liked politics, “it dries your heart” she once said, though despite being heckled by her fellow Eurocrats for her apparent guilelessnes, she proved an effective communicator, even joining forces with her old Eurovision sparring partner Dana when she ran for the Irish Presidency. In 1998, Mouskouri came back to the UK, that time seeking the return of the Parthenon Marbles and campaigned across the world for women’s rights.
She served only one term as an MEP, returning to her Unicef work and making music. Having divorced her husband in the mid-70s, she lives with her partner Andre Chapelle and plans to dedicate the rest of her life to her family and her humanitarian work. While still wearing those glasses, of course.
.10/31/2007
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Nana News from Cristie's World
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
As I stated earlier, I'm ready to go to the big and bright venues, far far away from the dark clubs and pubs, thank you very much. And there it was, our first gig at the Royal Albert Hall. Can we get any fancier than that may I ask you? It's impressive, trust me. The Royal Albert Hall, since its opening in 1871 the Royal Albert Hall has been the majestic venue for all great performances even often frequented by the members of the Royal family. The hall was largely built with funds subscribed by private individuals and operating under a Royal Charter, the Hall has fulfilled this role for over a century without public funding. It's a classical but superb building on the side of Hide Park and just fumes an air of high class but not the pompous kinda high class, more of an intimate and retro high class. You just can imagine yourself back in the days of the 19th century where the lords and ladies would visit the venue just to socialize with those whom were considered important. Ah, those would have been the days. Right, reality check now, we're in the 21st century and the venue has adapted itself quite smartly to the high technical standards of today.
So today on our list was nobody less that Nana Mouskouri. She's doing this farewell concert tours of Europe, Australia, Asia, South America, the United States, and Canada. Farewell sounds a bit scary these days as all the old glories are just starting their come backs. But don't forget that Nana is already 73, so she's just saying goodbye gracefully. During an interview with The Australian newspaper, when asked why this would be her final concert series, Mouskouri said she wanted to retire on a high note. "I never thought that I would grow that old. It is better really to stop while you are standing well on your feet. I just want to be proud and in very good form and thank the audience for all this love", she said. Good on her!
She may have looked a bit older since the 70's where I remember her from but the time has had no effect on her voice. She still sounded the Nana Mouskouri from back in the days.
She used to work with people like Harry Belafonte and Quincy Jones but farewell tour is just her and a single white rose. It has something very powerful and also something very lonely. It brings a kind of sadness and I can't help thinking about her son who due too sheer embarrassment of resembling his mother he fled to America and changed his identity. I wonder if they ever reconciled?
Anyway, it was Nana night and we loved it.
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Tuesday, 30 October 2007
The Greek Goddess
As I stated earlier, I'm ready to go to the big and bright venues, far far away from the dark clubs and pubs, thank you very much. And there it was, our first gig at the Royal Albert Hall. Can we get any fancier than that may I ask you? It's impressive, trust me. The Royal Albert Hall, since its opening in 1871 the Royal Albert Hall has been the majestic venue for all great performances even often frequented by the members of the Royal family. The hall was largely built with funds subscribed by private individuals and operating under a Royal Charter, the Hall has fulfilled this role for over a century without public funding. It's a classical but superb building on the side of Hide Park and just fumes an air of high class but not the pompous kinda high class, more of an intimate and retro high class. You just can imagine yourself back in the days of the 19th century where the lords and ladies would visit the venue just to socialize with those whom were considered important. Ah, those would have been the days. Right, reality check now, we're in the 21st century and the venue has adapted itself quite smartly to the high technical standards of today.So today on our list was nobody less that Nana Mouskouri. She's doing this farewell concert tours of Europe, Australia, Asia, South America, the United States, and Canada. Farewell sounds a bit scary these days as all the old glories are just starting their come backs. But don't forget that Nana is already 73, so she's just saying goodbye gracefully. During an interview with The Australian newspaper, when asked why this would be her final concert series, Mouskouri said she wanted to retire on a high note. "I never thought that I would grow that old. It is better really to stop while you are standing well on your feet. I just want to be proud and in very good form and thank the audience for all this love", she said. Good on her!
She may have looked a bit older since the 70's where I remember her from but the time has had no effect on her voice. She still sounded the Nana Mouskouri from back in the days.
She used to work with people like Harry Belafonte and Quincy Jones but farewell tour is just her and a single white rose. It has something very powerful and also something very lonely. It brings a kind of sadness and I can't help thinking about her son who due too sheer embarrassment of resembling his mother he fled to America and changed his identity. I wonder if they ever reconciled?
Anyway, it was Nana night and we loved it.
10/30/2007
Nana News from www.thisislondon.co.uk/music
A Grecian goodbye
By John Aizlewood, Evening Standard 30.10.07
Now a venerable 73-year-old with suspiciously jet-black hair and a wardrobe of sparkly tent dresses seemingly designed by Dame Edna Everage, Ioanna "Nana" Mouskouri has bowed to the inevitable and last night marked her final London appearance. That the film projectionist's daughter from Crete couldn't quite fill the Albert Hall, despite selling a staggering 350 million albums, suggests she's wise to go now.
However, the former MEP was departing neither quietly nor quickly, hence two sets, lasting nearly three hours. Backed by a bouzouki-free sextet, before an audience predominantly comprised of heterosexual Greeks and homosexual British, she sang in Greek, German, Italian, French (a fabulously dramatic version of Bob Dylan's A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall) and even English.
If reduced vocal capacity meant she never quite got to grips with Bridge Over Troubled Water, her opening assault on Amazing Grace was a showstopper before the show had really started. Attempting Kris Kristofferson's Me And Bobby McGee was endearingly bonkers, although not as endearingly bonkers as singing most of her signature White Rose Of Athens in German.
More eccentric still, in between accepting gifts of flowers (by the encore, the front of the stage looked like a roadside shrine to a recent traffic accident victim), she told a somewhat downbeat version of her life story, concentrating on her "years of sorrow". And, at the end, she tackled My Way, forgot most of the verses, flashed a well-turned calf and tottered into the twilight. We cannot possibly see her like again.
By John Aizlewood, Evening Standard 30.10.07
Now a venerable 73-year-old with suspiciously jet-black hair and a wardrobe of sparkly tent dresses seemingly designed by Dame Edna Everage, Ioanna "Nana" Mouskouri has bowed to the inevitable and last night marked her final London appearance. That the film projectionist's daughter from Crete couldn't quite fill the Albert Hall, despite selling a staggering 350 million albums, suggests she's wise to go now.
However, the former MEP was departing neither quietly nor quickly, hence two sets, lasting nearly three hours. Backed by a bouzouki-free sextet, before an audience predominantly comprised of heterosexual Greeks and homosexual British, she sang in Greek, German, Italian, French (a fabulously dramatic version of Bob Dylan's A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall) and even English.
If reduced vocal capacity meant she never quite got to grips with Bridge Over Troubled Water, her opening assault on Amazing Grace was a showstopper before the show had really started. Attempting Kris Kristofferson's Me And Bobby McGee was endearingly bonkers, although not as endearingly bonkers as singing most of her signature White Rose Of Athens in German.
More eccentric still, in between accepting gifts of flowers (by the encore, the front of the stage looked like a roadside shrine to a recent traffic accident victim), she told a somewhat downbeat version of her life story, concentrating on her "years of sorrow". And, at the end, she tackled My Way, forgot most of the verses, flashed a well-turned calf and tottered into the twilight. We cannot possibly see her like again.
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