Making It Their Own Kyrgyz Pop Culture

By Kelly Raftery

When I lived in the former Soviet Union a lifetime ago, I was always stressing to people that the Collapse offered a unique opportunity for these newly independent countries to forge their own path, to create something that was not a carbon-copy of the West, nor Russia, nor simply repeating what they had known under the old regime, but something truly different for each country, a blend of heritage and innovation, modernity and tradition. So now, many years later, I cannot help but be completely thrilled to see modern Kyrgyz pop culture and how it has taken what they found useful from the rest of the world and combined it with their own unique culture that has begun to take its place on the world stage. I take great pleasure in introducing you to a few artists that are not household names in the West, but represent a small glimpse of Kyrgyzstan’s rich and thriving pop culture scene.

Full disclosure ahead – my kid is a dancer. So, when not in the studio, he and I spend a great deal of time watching dance of all kinds on YouTube. At some point in the last year or two, we stumbled upon an extremely talented dancer from Kyrgyzstan, Atai Omurzakov. Beyond the talent is ambition, guts and a very compelling life story, as he was raised by a single mother in rural Karakol, a tough road for any young Kyrgyz man. A couple of years ago, Atai set his sights West and began competing in talent shows, making it to finals of Ukraine’s Got Talent and winning Czecho-Slovakia's Got Talent. Atai dances in a style called “electric boogie” and has taken his new-found fame and fortune home, where he organizes an international dance festival called “I am a Dancer.”  I am attaching two videos below – one is of Atai as a Wall-e-esque robot, the performance that won first place. The second clip features modern Kyrgyz music and the incorporation of traditional nomadic themes. If you are still hungry for more after these two videos, look for him on YouTube, or for a real treat search for Atai’s younger students, who perform under the group name “Tumar.” 

In the world of music, there are two artists who in my mind stand out from the rest – Tata Ulan and Kanykei. The former melds Kyrgyz traditional oral story telling structure with commentary on modern day political and societal issues. Tata Ulan’s deeply conservative views are reflected in his music and while I do not agree with his views, I do find some of his music and videos entertaining and recognize that he has created a singular form of Kyrgyz music. While some would categorize Tata Ulan’s music as rap, I hear a considerable Kyrgyz influence on the cadences and rhythms. The first of the two videos posted below is called “Hello Kyrgyzstan” and is sort of an inside joke, representing regional variations personified. It is sort of like a video that would show American cowboys, Bostonian blue bloods, Chicago cops, and California surfers along with their regional accents. In the second video, Tata Ulan lists all that he feels is wrong with modern Kyrgyz society. The first video is more typically western in style, whereas the second shows more traditional themes and very much mimics the lyrical patterns of the Kyrgyz oral history, Manas.

Kanykei is more of what I would consider a pop star by Western standards and frankly, one that I had somewhat dismissed and overlooked by categorizing her as such. I discovered Kanykei when she provided the theme song for a controversial Kyrgyz movie called “Empty House.”  I saw her video and was impressed with the production values and her singing to some degree, but did not think much more about her. Soon, I saw that she had provided a song for another recent film, “Hello New York” which tells an immigrant’s tale from the Kyrgyz perspective and I started to notice her a bit more. Kaykei has been making appearances internationally, which also caught my eye.  I would like to share with you the two videos that were my introduction to her:

 

Yes, these are pretty typical videos, albeit ones in a foreign language. Nothing particularly outstanding, I figured, kind of like a Kyrgyz Céline Dion. Then, I caught this video of Kanykei performing acapella at an event in Dubai and it literally took my breath away. The first time I heard the range of the vocals, pleasurable chills ran through my body, leaving goose bumps. This is a traditional Kyrgyz song (as you can tell from the crowd joining in) sung in a spectacular way. 

  

Pop culture in this area of the world nimbly walks the path between East and West, not unlike the Kyrgyz themselves.

Off The Beaten Track: Kyrgyzstan—The View From The Roof Of The World

Woman looking over the Tien Shen Mountains

Our guest this week is Kelly Raftery, who grew up in the Midwest with an abiding passion for the Russian language and culture. A summer studying in Leningrad ignited a life-long passion for the world behind the Iron Curtain. After graduate school, she spent five years in the wild world of Soviet collapse bringing capitalism to the masses as a small business consultant in locales as far-flung as Russia’s “Venice of the North” and the Silk Road’s “Gem of the East.” Kelly has taught Russian language and Soviet Pop Culture to eager undergrads and worked as a freelance interpreter/translator. She currently lives with her family in Colorado’s Front Range.

Close your eyes and picture yourself at the top of the world. Mountains surround the nation’s capital, soaring towards the sky like the buttresses of a medieval cathedral. The Apostle Matthew is rumored to be buried in a monastery on the shore of a high-altitude, sapphire blue lake. Going to the south, you find a city three thousand years old, protected by a sacred mountain named for King Solomon. Do you know where you are yet? Any guesses?

Yurt nestled in the mountains

I will tell you. You are in the Kyrgyz Republic, a small country nestled between China and Russia along the fabled Silk Road. I first visited and fell in love with the Kyrgyz Republic (and not coincidentally, my Kyrgyz husband) well over a decade ago, when the country was undergoing the initial growing pains of its separation from the Soviet Union. Until the collapse, the Kyrgyz Soviet Socialist Republic, as it was then known, was officially closed to foreigners, mostly due to its role as a center for military research and development. My middle-aged husband remembers the day the first American arrived in his home country, remembers the first American he ever saw in person, it was that significant an event for his people.

Now he is an American himself and his country has continued to endure sweeping changes—two revolutions, the installation of American and Russian military bases and a profound outmigration that calls to mind the Irish fleeing the Potato Famine. At the end of the Soviet period, the Kyrgyz Republic boasted a population of just over five million people. Today, over one million Kyrgyz live abroad. I am of two minds about this; part of me is deeply saddened, knowing that the reason for this vast departure is both economic and political. The Kyrgyz Republic is a poor country and very few people see any opportunity for advancement at home. The other part of me is wryly amused, because until the Soviets forced them into collective farms and factories, the vast majority of Kyrgyz were nomadic, this most recent immigration just seems to bring their heritage into the 21^st century.

Lake Issyk-Kul, where it is rumored that the Apostle Matthew
is buried in an Armenian Monastery on the northern shore.

The Kyrgyz capital of Bishkek has been home to several major settlements dating back to the 6^th century, but the city as it exists today was established by Russian Army engineers in the late 1880s. I smiled when I read that in the first official census in 1882, the city had a population of 2,135 people. Six were Kyrgyz. The history of the Kyrgyz is not written in cities or monuments, their culture developed on horseback, in yurts, in clans and tribes. Summers were spent in the mountains with their flocks, winters in the valleys. Their cultural knowledge was not found in books, but in song. Longest epic poem known to man? It’s Kyrgyz. A half a million poetic lines learned by heart and sung at special occasions. My wedding celebration featured part of the poem sung by my brother-in-law and his young son. Afterwards, he came up to me, deeply concerned that I had been frightened by the intensity and content of his retelling of Manas. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that all I heard was a very rhythmic, “Blah, blah, blah! Blah, blah, blah!” You can see a version of Manas being sung here.

I did not know when I married my husband fifteen years ago that I also married into the entire family of Kyrgyz people, for in their tradition when a man takes a bride, she becomes a member of his tribe. While my utterly modern computer programmer husband brushes off being a member of the White Deer tribe, I still remember an occasion when I had been asked to be an interpreter for a high-level Kyrgyz government official at a lecture. I had never met this man, an adviser to their President, and when we were introduced, I was presented not with my professional credentials, but as a Kyrgyz wife. 

Yurt with family at a traditional gathering.
Photo: Tracing Tea/Shutterstock.com

Towards the end of the afternoon, I was mortified when an eminent scholar in the audience stood up and challenged how I had interpreted part of the talk into English. The President’s man replied that I had, in fact, correctly interpreted what he had meant to say. Afterwards, as we said good-byes, he pulled me close, laid a gentle kiss just beneath my hairline and said, “Thank you, daughter.” It was that day that I realized what it meant to be part of my husband’s tribe, my husband’s people.

Many years have gone by since that gentle encouragement from that man, but I have never forgotten it. Today, I live a dual life, one of my own making – that of an independent and outspoken American woman and one that I was adopted into, that of a Kyrgyz wife. So, while you may see a typical suburban housewife dressed in sweats, ponytail swinging, I know that I am the adopted daughter of a very special people who live on the Roof the World. 

Wild horses in front of the Tien Shien Mountains