Ahmet Kadri Rizeli (kemenge, percussion, voice) was born 1959 in Istanbul, Turkey. He studied violin and classical Turkish music
with Sadi Hosses, kanun and music theory with Necdet Varol.
1976-1981 he studied and diplomated at the Conservatory of Istanbul:
kemenge with Kemran Erdogdru; music theory with Yavuz ..z..st..n,
Western music theory with Demirhan Altug.
He then became assistant to Kemran Erdogdru at the Istanbul Conservatory.
Since 1981 he is a soloist with Turkish Radio and Television.
Between 1981 and 1983 he also was a soloist with the orchestra of the University of Istanbul. He has performed in numerous concerts and recordings in the USA, Asia and Europe. He is director of the Golden Horn Ensemble and, since 1989, a member of Sarband. He also works as a
producer and musical advisor for Turkish classical music.
He lives and works at Istanbul.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
hello Ahmet Kadri Rizeli! greetings and blessings from Brazil. thanks for the friendship and specially for sharing your interesting music with me. it's great to have you as a friend. might and light. Z.A. Feitosa (www.feitosa.net)
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