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Tracklist:
01. Sally Girl
02. Baby Let Me Follow You Down
03. Cocaine
04. Gospel Plow (Hold on)
05. Long John
06. Black Cross
07. See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
08. Ramblin’ Around
09. VD Waltz
10. VD Blues
11. VD City
12. VD Gunner’s Blues
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Tracklist:
01. Baby Please Don’t Go
02. Man Of Constant Sorrow
03. Candy Man
04. Hard Time In New York Town
05. Aint’ Got No Home
06. I Was Young When I Left
07. Stealin’
08. Poor Lizards
09. It’s Hard To Be Blind
10. In the Evening
11. Naomi Wise
12. Wade In The Water
13. Dink’s Song
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For Dylan s first proper tour since 1966, he was joined by his longstanding colleagues The Band. Expectations for both acts ran high, with huge venues swiftly selling out and immense media interest. It was no nostalgia act, though: whilst Dylan performed old material, he did so with considerable attack, as well as showcasing songs from his new Planet Waves LP. The Band also played alone, showing themselves to be arguably the finest group of their sort in the world. This release offers two historic shows from the early part of the tour, both originally broadcast on FM radio.
CD1:
01 – Rainy Day Woman #12 & 35
02 – Lay Lady Lay
03 – Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues
04 – It Ain’t Me Babe (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
05 – I Dont Believe You (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
06 – Ballad of a Thin Man (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
07 – Stage Fright (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
08 – The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
09 – King Harvest (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
10 – This Wheels On Fire (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
11 – I Shall Be Released (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
12 – Up on Cripple Creek (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
13 – All Along the Watchtower (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
14 – Ballad of Hollis Brown (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
15 – Knockin on Heavens Door (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
16 – The Times They Are A-Changin (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
17 – Dont Think Twice Its All Right (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
18 – Gates Of Eden (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
19 – Just Like A Woman (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
20 – Its Alright Ma (Live: Boston Garden, MA 14 Jan ’74)
CD2:
01 – Most Likely You Go Your Way and Ill Go Mine (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
02 – Lay Lady Lay (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
03 – Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
04 – Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
05 – It Aint Me Babe (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
06 – Ballad Of A Thin Man (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
07 – Stage Fright (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
08 – The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
09 – King Harvest (Has Surely Come) (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
10 – When You Awake (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
11 – Up On Cripple Creek (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
12 – All Along The Watchtower (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
13 – Ballad Of Hollis Brown (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
14 – Knockin On Heavens Door (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
CD3:
01 – The Times They Are A-Changin (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
02 – Dont Think Twice Its All Right (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
03 – Gates Of Eden (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
04 – Just Like A Woman (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
05 – Its Alright Ma (Im Only Bleeding) (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
06 – Rag Mama Rag (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
07 – This Wheels On Fire (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
08 – The Shape Im In (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
09 – The Weight (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
10 – Forever Young (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
11 – Highway 61 Revisited (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
12 – Like A Rolling Stone (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
13 – Most Likely You Go Your Way And Ill Go Mine (Encore) (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
14 – Blowin In The Wind (Encore) (Live: Madison Square Garden, NY 31 Jan 74)
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Location: Angon Angon Village, Kangean Island
Sound: Pangkak
“In our village of Angon-Angon,” the village chief said, “the people are simple farmers. One day a farmer was up in the hills, resting after a long day of work in the field. As the man sat near a cave called Selodheng, he suddenly heard sounds emerging from within.”
“Peeking into the cave, the farmer saw it was full of men, all surrounding a jinn (spirit) in the midst of worship. As he watched, the men sang. The farmer listened intently, went home, and returned once more the next day to listen again. He returned again and again until he’d memorized their words. Returning to the village, the farmer shared these new sounds with the people of Angon-Angon, and those words became a form of worship for the people while harvesting rice, a sign of thanks towards God in return for a successful harvest. We called it pangkak.”
Pangkak lives on in Angon-Angon, a village on the island of Kangean in the Kangean Archipelago, a remote sprinkling of islands a hundred kilometers east of Madura, adrift in the Java Sea. The people in this far-flung archipelago call themselves Orang Kangean or Kangeanese, with strong cultural links not only with the Madurese to the west in Madura and East Java, but also to the sea-faring tribes of Sulawesi to the east: the Bugis, Mandar, and Bajo people who have been casting ashore for centuries. The Madurese connection is deepest: the Kangean language is almost a dialect of Madurese, and the arts of Kangean show clear ancestral links to those of Madura and Java.
The a capella singing style called pangkak is in many ways unlike anything that I’ve ever heard, featuring a busy polyphonic style that is at once loose and remarkably complex. Male singers take turns imitating gendhang drums (“dum tak, dum dum tak”), unspooling long, vocable-filled solos, and making their way through a round-like structure which seems to mutate with each revolution. While singing in nearby Java and Madura is most famously heard in combination with instrumental ensembles like gamelan, those areas also have similar, equally obscure a capella traditions. Pangkak’s proto-beatboxing and gong-like vocal sound effects (“Telelelele!”), for instance, remind me of the incredible “vocal gamelan” from Banyumas, Central Java called jemblung. Jemblung is a theatrical a capella format where a quartet of actor-singers sit around a table and imitate the various sounds of the gamelan percussion ensemble with their mouths, complete with an earthy humor also found throughout pangkak.
As the legend himself Philip Yampolsky wrote in his liner notes to the jemblung-featuring Music of Indonesia, Vol. 14, “vocal gamelan-imitations” are widespread across this corner of Indonesia. Bali and Lombok have the twin styles of cakepung (in Karengasem, East Java) and cepung (In West Lombok, now almost extinct.) The East Balinese cakepung style itself led to the modern, quite popular artform called genjek, where youth in Karengasem get tipsy on tuak palm wine and sit in a circle, loosely imitating gamelan melodies while swaying boozily to the beat. Even Bali’s famous kecak tradition may be a considered a musical cousin (and is cited as such by people in Kangean): its interlocking vocal parts may not explicitly imitate a certain instrument but are surely inspired by the kotekan hocketing technique so famously found in Balinese gamelan.
Yampolsky also helpfully points towards some fabulous recordings made by famed Kiwi composer and ethnomusicologist Jack Body. In his wonderful album Jemblung: Narrative Traditions of Java, Body shared a continuum of vocal traditions including macapat singing from Pekalongan (in north central Java) and memaca (from Sampang in Madura.) Both styles (and the cepung/cakepung traditions of Bali and Lombok, too!) are rooted in the ancient Javanese poetry called macapat, often written on old lontar scrolls and recited/sung by a group of men. Both of these Body recordings start with a sound reminiscent of the gerong male chorus that sings with gamelan in Java and Madura, but each erupts towards the end into a joyous swarm of singing which does seem, as Yampolsky points out, to imitate the gamelan form, if not the individual instruments. Referrents run in both directions: legendary Javanese ethnomusicologist Sumarsam has theorized that these choral macapat traditions are what led to the use of gerong choruses in Central Javanese gamelan. This means that macapat-inspired choral sounds came to fill the gamelan tradition just as gamelan-inspired sounds sometimes emerge in these macapat traditions!
Before I finish threshing out this choral family tree, there’s one more tradition to note: the gumbek ritual chant of Sampang, Madura. Jack Body shared his recording of gumbek on Music of Madura, a long out-of-print (and frustratingly hard to find) album compiling the music of that island. I haven’t heard the recording, but luckily gumbek is still around: you can see videos of the ritual in action on YouTube. In this annual ritual, young men and old gather with sacred heirloom spears and dance with them in a circle while singing a cyclical chant. The chant, actually just one looping melody, is pretty simple compared to the florid structure of pangkak, but I see a link elsewhere. Both styles are rooted in annual ritual and are centered around a circle dance. Ritual circle dances are common in other parts of Indonesia like East Nusa Tenggara (remember the bei mau song and dance of Timor) and Sulawesi, but are now almost non-existent in the Javasphere.
Rice is now harvested by machine in Kangean.
Pangkak, it turns out, fits into the intersection of a number of rituals in Kangean life. According to tradition, a young Kangeanese man and woman looking to get married would be led by their families through a number of engagement rituals leading up to the rice harvest. Only after the rice harvest was complete, and the pangkak performed, would the couple marry. It’s a meeting of agricultural and life cycle rituals that makes sense: the celebration of fertility found in pangkak would carry on for an especially fertile marriage. This connection between pangkak and the engagement process is made explicit in the lyrics of the pangkak tune I heard: "Calm your mind, engaged one; Your bride-to-be will come to your home; When you see her, you’ll find your spirit.”
As a song form, pangkak is so complex as to defy transcription. From what I understand, each piece is opened with a solo poetic couplet or pojher sung in Kangeanese, after which the sound opens up into multiple, simultaneous parts: some singers focus only on the gendhang or drum imitation; a few others sing a repeating phrase in unison (saer pandha or "short text"), while the group's leader sings a separate melodic line (saer lanjang or "long text"), sometimes following the main melody heterophonically while at other times diverging considerably. When the saer pandha and saer lanjang have reached their end, a section called lelo (after the vocable sound used) comes in, with a soloist coming in with a melismatic phrase, lelooo, lelooo. All of the voices then converge in a "chorus" called panjhag, meaning "busy, crowded." The cycle then continues until the song is brought to an end with a closing poetic couplet (jajhambalan.)
In practice, though, these parts seem to be looser: I recorded the same piece twice and found a pretty different structure each time, with pieces locking in place in different ways, some sections extended, others cut short. This already complex puzzle may even be incomplete, as there should have been twice as many singers, though it's unclear whether that means there would be twice as many parts!
Pangkak has a handful of songs which seem to form its own special repertoire. Some, like "Lambhereng," can be sung with a smaller group of singers, while others, like "Pojian," "Kartem," and "Totteng" may require the full group of 12+ men, with even more vocal parts. These titles often have a story themselves which is unrelated to the poetic texts within. "Lambhereng," for example, had quite an unusual one: "Two orphans are sent off by their stepmother to tend to their goats in the field. The stepmother gives them a package of food wrapped up in betel nut leaf, and off they go. Only later did they open the package to find not food but...poop. The orphans cried." That's it, that's the story. The evil stepmother is unsurprising, but what's the moral exactly? Nobody could explain, but we had a laugh.
Villagers in Angon Angon still perform pangkak during an annual harvest ceremony (also called pangkak) and for other village celebrations like Independence Day festivities. In the past century, though, pangkak was in danger of disappearing as agricultural practices changed. The pangkak ritual was deeply tied to the old-fashioned method of harvesting rice by hand: as it was tough work, the whole village would gather together, with women harvesting the rice as men danced and sang. Starting in the late 20th century, this hand harvesting tradition began to be replaced by machines, making harvest vastly easier but also destroying the traditional context in which pangkak thrived. The tradition is not yet gone, though: the village chief of Angon Angon sees the power and importance in traditions like pangkak, and is refusing to let it slip away so easily. He’s begun arranging weekly practice sessions, letting the older generation refamiliarize themselves with the material and hopefully exposing curious youth to this deeply rooted practice.
Context:
For the hundredth time, it was the incredible discovery engine that is YouTube that turned me on to pangkak. You can see the video yourself above: titled “INDONESIA - Madura Pulau Kangean - chants de travail” and shot by the Frenchman Jacques Brunet in 1982, the clip shows a crowd of Kangeanese men in starched shirts, sarongs, and peci caps dancing and singing, their pangkak slow and loose. The video, it seems, was uploaded by Brunet’s partner, Amin Jakfar, who uses the video description to lament in French and Indonesian: “Cette tradition est aujord’hui disparue. Pangkak adalah budaya kangean yang sudah punah.” “This tradition is now gone.”
Three years after the video is uploaded, a voice of hope arises in the comments: “Sebenarnya belum punah…hanya saja pangkak ini di adakan di acara2 tertentu.” “Actually, it is not yet gone…it’s only performed for special events.” What a wonderful thing to see, the usually toxic space of the YouTube comment section transformed into a place of affirmation and hope! But how could we know for sure? The internet, at least, was still devoid of any real proof…no recordings, no videos, even amateur YouTube ones. I’d have to go find out for myself.
People in Madura were perplexed when I told them my plan to go to Kangean. “It’s so far!,” they’d say. What could you possibly find there? The Madurese were almost completely ignorant about their cousins across the Java sea and the musical treasures they maintained. Mentions of pangkak were met with blank stares.
They were right about one thing: the Kangean islands are far, more than a hundred kilometers from Madura’s far eastern port of Kalianget. Lucky for me, there’s now a “fastboat,” a speedy ferry which can zoom you over to the archipelago in less than four hours, a blink of the eye when it comes to maritime travel in Indonesia. I expected a rough journey, but it was literally smooth sailing! I napped most of the way there, waking up occasionally to have a look out the window at an endless horizon unbroken by land.
After a good snooze, I emerged from the ship’s interior to take in Kangean, a flat expanse of mangrove broken up by low limestone cliffs. The harbor was abuzz with porters, motorcycle taxis, and waiting family members, all mobbing us at once as we stepped off the boat. Luckily, I had made some connections there already: Pak Mudakkir, a friend of a friend and retired civil servant, met me at the harbor, welcoming me with amusement and introducing me to his nephew Rahman, a very tall, gaunt young man with a fine moustache and intense cheekbones.
Rahman, it seemed, had taken it upon himself to be my guide in Kangean. A part-time English teacher at a local middle school, Rahman would speak only English, fine but halting, with me the entire time I was there - a rare but welcome treat after a week or so in Madura speaking only Indonesian. As we bumped down pitted dirt roads on Rahman’s motorcycle, he explained that I wasn’t the first foreigner to come through - “Tourists came to Kangean quite often”, he insisted. “How often?” I asked. “Oh…maybe one tourist a month!”
Settling into Arjasa, the only proper “town” on the island, I soon realized that my arrival was causing a sensation. To be a bule (foreigner) in Indonesia is to get used to smiles, waves, and cries of “mau ke mana?” (“Where you goin'?”), but Kangean was on another level. I couldn’t take one step down the road without being accosted by curious locals, often using English they’d picked up when working construction in Malaysia (a modern rite of passage for almost all Kangeanese, I soon learned.)
Rahman helps me transcribe some lyrics at the recording session.
It was Rahman who introduced me to the village head of Angon-Angon, who in turn informed us that I was in luck: they’d recently begun having a weekly pangkak practice every Saturday night! Not only was pangkak alive and well, but I wouldn’t have to ask people to go out of their way so I could hear it for myself.
The weekly rehearsal was held at the local bale desa or community center, an open pavilion in the middle of some soon-to-be-harvested rice paddies. We were greeted by the village chief and a handful of singers who had arrived early, older men with wise, wrinkled eyes and gap-toothed smiles. The village chief told the origin story of the cave and the jinn as dozens of bugs swarmed around us, drawn from the paddies into the space by the flickering blaze of fluorescent lights.
The whole gang couldn’t make it that night, the singers explained, which was a shame: the pangkak sound wasn’t truly complete until you had around a dozen men. We soon had half that, which would have to do. We set up to shoot video first: I placed my ZOOM recorder on a tripod in the middle of the pavilion’s tiled expanse and asked the men to dance around it. It would be odd if I too were in the circle so I watched and filmed from just outside, following the men as they slowly circled my recorder like a holy relic, flying insects zipping through the air.
The music was even better than what I’d seen on that nearly forty-year old video. Even as melodies looped cyclically across the performance’s ten-plus minutes, the structure of the musician’s parts seemed to be constantly shifting. The cohesion of these many parts - the drum imitation, the vocal interjections, the one solo melody - would seem close to falling apart, only for the whole gang to reconvene, their voices coming together as one for a spirited refrain. After a gong-like “telelele” from one of the members, the cycle would begin again, each time different from the one before it. The men looked great in their black suits, complete with the famous Madurese red and white striped shirt. As the song progressed, the rhythm slowly ramped up and the men became more animated, gliding their hands threw the air and throwing them up to the sky during expressive solos.
From an audio standpoint, the performance had some hiccups - somebody ran into the tripod at one point, and each singer seemed to take turns coughing throughout it, as if in rounds. After a break, the men agreed to sing again, this time “buat rekaman aja” - just for the recording. I learned my lesson from the couching fits, supplying each singer with a cup of water and asking that they stealthily take a sip if they felt themselves getting raspy. The circle formation wouldn’t be ideal, either, so I asked that they sit in a U-formation, with my recorder centered so as to pick up a balanced sound.
It must have been odd, singing on the floor when they were so used to dancing in formation, circling an empty space. The vibe was still great, though, with the singers loose and smiley, a gang of neighbors crouching behind me and filming the whole scene with their cameraphones. Great, I thought. More proof: pangkak’s not dead. It’s alive and well in Kangean. Come harvest time, these joyous voices will rise up for the countless time, filling the fields as they have for so long.
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Special thanks to Rahman and Bak Mudakkir for their generosity and hospitality during my stay in Kangean.
Group Pangkak Lambhereng Angon-Angon are:
Jamaludin (Leader), Singers: Matsapi'ie, Matrawi, Mathalel, Atnan, and Hasani
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