Once upon a time, a handÂsome man was trapped in a towÂer overÂlookÂing the sea. To amuse himÂself, he built a magÂiÂcal instruÂment. It was conÂstructÂed of wood and metÂal, but soundÂed like someÂthing one might hear over loudÂspeakÂers at the Tate, or perÂhaps an avant-garde sound instalÂlaÂtion in BushÂwick. The instruÂment was loveÂly, but so cumÂberÂsome, it was imposÂsiÂble to imagÂine packÂing it into a taxi. And so the man gigged alone in the towÂer overÂlookÂing the sea.
Wait. This is no fairy tale. The musiÂcian, Görkem Ĺžen, is real, as is his instruÂment, the YayÂbaÂhar. (Its name remains a mysÂtery to your non-TurkÂish-speakÂing corÂreÂsponÂdent. Google TransÂlate was no help. PerÂhaps Ĺžen explains the name in the patÂter preÂcedÂing his recent TEDxReÂset perÂforÂmance…music is the only uniÂverÂsal here.)
The YayÂbaÂhar looks like minÂiÂmalÂist sculpÂture, or a piece of vinÂtage playÂground equipÂment. It has fretÂted strings, coiled springs and drum skins. Ĺžen plays it with a bow, or a wrapped malÂlet, nimÂbly switchÂing between spaced out exploÂrations, folk music and Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy”.
It’s also posÂsiÂble that Ĺžen enlistÂed a couÂple of pals to help him musÂcle the YayÂbaÂhar down the steps, cryÂing out when they bumped the preÂcious instruÂment into the walls, strugÂgling to get a decent grip. No good deed goes unreÂwardÂed.
At last, they left the conÂfines of the towÂer. Görkem Ĺžen liftÂed his face toward the TurkÂish sunÂshine. The YayÂbaÂhar stood in the sand. A nobleÂwoman whom an evil sorÂcerÂess had turned into a dog hung out for a while before losÂing interÂest. The instruÂment reverÂberÂatÂed as pasÂsionÂateÂly as ever. The spell was both broÂken and not.
You can hear more sound clips of Ĺžen playÂing the YayÂbaÂhar below:
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is an author, homeÂschoolÂer, and Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine. FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday







