Travel Post #10: Jackie Triste at Garazsfesztival (Dunaujvaros, Hungary)

Getting a good grip is essential for certain performers.
People like Jackie Triste. While he is primarily a conceptual artist, he also makes music. He doesn’t seem particularly concerned with booking shows or releasing material, but because people like what he does, he ends up doing both.
I met Jackie Triste to catch a ride with some other people out to Dunaujvaros for the festival. We were waiting for someone in a band called Rovar17 and also an internet DJ. There was a delay because someone had forgotten their keys across town. Then there was another delay because of general incompetence. Then they stopped answering our calls.
As the restaurant we were waiting in began to close, Jackie, whose actual name is Peter, began to make ultimatums. He’d had enough of these hippies.
“Another ten minutes and if they’re not here I’m not going to play the show.”
Another ten minutes went by. He asked if I was really interested in this thing. I said, well yes…
“OK, another half an hour.”
Another span of time went by, with Peter saying he wasn’t going to play, walking back and forth in the street. Finally, he turned back to me and said
“I should just give up music altogether.”

Jackie Triste Trudging Forward
Of course he didn’t that night, and when we arrived in Dunaujvaros we found the row of garages and the festival. It was something paid for by the government to spread the arts outside of Budapest. The noise garage was far at one end, barely even part of the festival. Right across from it was the metal garage, and there was something of a sonic battle going on all night.
Travel Post #7: GFF part 2: The Old Man

I’m always trying to find old men playing any kind of instrument. I don’t like it when people can sing too well, when their voices can handle any note with ease. Playing traditional music makes some people work…they can’t change the notes around to fit their range.
There were about fifty people onstage when this guy played. Various people would play together during the set, and sometimes the entire orchestra. Then there were a few two minute solo songs. This guy came forward, did his thing, and then rejoined the line, like it was no big deal.
This is probably it for the traditional music posts for awhile…I am currently in Turkey which abounds with interesting street noise.

The lucky charm of an Albanian bus driver.
Travel Post #6: Gjirokaster Folk Festival with Three Women

High in the Mountains
Gjirokaster is a small town in the south of Albania. All of the old houses are made of stone. Even the roofs of the houses are made of a black slate that is found on the hillsides. Because of a lack on investment in the town, there isn’t money to keep them up and there are wrecks of the houses scattered around town. But many of them are still up and there is an Ottoman castle on the top of the mountain. That’s where this festival was, overlooking the valley far below.
These singers were about the first thing I heard when I came in, and one of the two best things I recorded over the course of two days there.
While it sounds like it has been looped, it hasn’t.