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The next day
Linda had arranged for us to go and visit our old friend and teacher,
Nyoman Sumandhi, at his home in the village of Tunjuk. Sumandhi had
been my first Balinese gamelan teacher back in 1993, and we had
performed together in my first gamelan concert at UCSC. He had
also brought his son, Komang Hartanagara to America with him, and we had
become good friends. It would be great to see them both at home
in Bali.
Along with Linda and our family was Justine and another friend and gamelan player from Santa Cruz, Dan. Linda had again arranged for a driver to take us to Tunjuk. Little did he know that he'd spend the day hanging out with one of the greatest shadow-masters of Bali! Once we got to the village of Tunjuk, we asked a few people if they knew of Pak Sumandhi, and were immediately directed to his house. Sumandhi is well-known in Bali as a great musician, dancer, and teacher. His father, Pak Rajeg, is even more reknowned - an esteemed dalang and subject of Larry Reed's film "Shadow Master" about Balinese wayan kulit - shadow puppetry.
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The room was completely open to
the elements on one side. On a sunny warm day like this
it was lovely to be in such an open room. Chickens were
pecking around the courtyard outside, and Pak Rajeg's
fighting cocks were in their baskets. They were too
valuable to be wandering around freely! Left to right
in this photo - our son Dan, talking to one of Sumandhi's
daughters, Sumandhi, our friend Dan, and Linda looking at
the photo album. Putu Sutiati is at bottom right.
The photo albums were not your average holiday snaps. Their local temple was in possession of a set of ancient masks - Barong, Rangda, and Durgga, a side-kick of Rangda's. Although powerfully spiritually charged, they were starting to fall apart from old age. Komang had taken it upon himself to restore them to their former glory. However, before the restoration process could begin, the spirits inhabiting the masks had to be gently asked to leave, and once the restoration was complete, they were invited back into the masks again. The ceremony to restore the spirits to their masks had taken place about three weeks earlier, and these were the photos taken at the occasion. Huge crowds and processions, as the masks were brought back to the temple and the spirits restored. Evidently a large number of people had fallen into trance as the spirits were summoned back into the masks. It was quite a ceremony, and the restoration was considered very successful, and the high amount of spiritual activity was felt to be a very auspicious sign that the spirits were happy with the results. |
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The conversation
inevitably turned to Rangda. Sumandhi
announced that he had a very powerful Rangda mask, and
proceeded to fetch it! Here she is. Apparently she
normally sleeps in her box in Sumandhi's bedroom. When
Sumandhi and his wife built a new house recently, they
moved into the new house before all their belongings
had been transferred out of the old one. Rangda was
left behind in the old house. They were unable to
sleep, and suffered all kinds of troubles, until
they moved Rangda back into their room, as which
point everything miraculously cleared up. She was
not pleased at being left behind.
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Another
interesting thing that Komang showed us were some lontars -
scriptures written on strips of palm leaves. They never
invented paper in Bali, so they wrote on lontars
like this - usually religious texts - and strung them
together like books. They are quite durable - this one
is over a hundred years old - and are what the priests
read from when they chant their scriptures. This one is just
one of the volumes of the epic poem of the Mahabharata.
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Sumandhi
had been checking out some brand new gender wayang
instruments for someone who had just had them made,
so he brought them out to show us, and he and Komang
proceeded to give us an impromptu performance.
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These
are the instruments traditionally used to accompany
shadow puppet performances, and unlike the gamelan
angklung instruments that we play, are played with
two hammers, with the damping being done by the
wrists and backs and sides of the hands. They were
beautiful instruments, and sounded gorgeous.
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Then
it was our turn to play! We weren't used to playing
the two-handed genders, so we played one of
our angklung pieces using one hand, while Sumandhi
improvised the jegogan part on a lower register
of the same instrument! This is Linda and me
attempting our "1941" piece.
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