Silence or music
beyond the grave?
Composer Slamet Abdul Sjukur, a true Javanese eccentric, has
vacated the podium of Indonesian contemporary music that he’s dominated for
more than 50 years.
He died in a Surabaya
hospital on 24 March after suffering a fall.
He was three months short of his 80th birthday and still
working.
Fellow composer Michael Asmara, who founded the Yogyakarta
Contemporary Music Festival, said Indonesia was lucky to have had such talent.
“Slamet should be
inaugurated as a national hero,” he said.
“His music was inspired by the gamelan.
He explored the slow tempo and silences. He opened the door to
contemporary music; now it’s our duty to continue his dream of sounds.”
Composer and ethnomusicologist Jack Body, former professor
in the New Zealand School of Music who studied the gamelan in Yogyakarta, said Slamet was a pre-eminent Indonesian composer with an international
reputation.
“More than this he was an
extraordinary personality whose warm generosity, humility, and most especially,
his wry, subtle humor attracted everyone who met him,” Professor Body said.
“His passing is a great loss not only to the
musical world, but to the many, many people who had the privilege to be his
friend. He is irreplaceable.”
Slamet’s music, which often married mainstream instruments
with domestic sounds like ticking clocks, tinkling china and the hubbub of
humanity, was intellectually demanding. But the man was richly funny, with a
contagiously effervescent personality.
Physically he was short and crippled following a childhood
illness. He had awful eyesight, bad
teeth and hobbled with a crutch. Yet he
was always surrounded by beauty, claiming that the secret of his sexual
successes was to treat women as equals and independent.
“I was brought
up to respect women,” he once told this writer (left). “. Sadly many men in Asia don’t
do that.
“I don’t want to monopolise a woman, take her freedom or curb her independence. I like strong and clever women. I give women full attention and they find that sensual. I’m gentle and not in a rush. I don’t talk nonsense. I listen.
“A woman instinctively knows whether a man is sincere. She can feel the vibrations of love. I don’t look with lust.”
He attributed much of his philosophy to
his Eskimo grandmother Astikea who taught him the value of silence and “to do
everything with love, because it’s the most important thing in life”.
His grandfather
was a Turkish mystic called Arsjad who gave Slamet numerology; this features in
his compositions, including one worked around the date of Indonesia’s
Independence, 17 – 8 - 1945.
The couple’s
daughter Canna married a Javanese pharmacist Abdul Sjukur. Their sickly son Soekandar was renamed Slamet
[ ‘safe’ in Javanese] the traditional way to ward off bad health.
As a child he
studied the piano privately for four years and the gamelan in Surabaya before
entering Yogyakarta’s Sekolah Musik Indonesia [the Indonesian music academy].
Later he spent 14
years at the Paris Conservatoire with a French government grant. He was
particularly drawn to the music of Maurice Ravel.
He was called home to teach at the Jakarta Institute of the
Arts. In 1983 he was awarded Hungary’s Zoltán Kodály Commemorative Medal for his musicianship. Instead of this
being ranked an honor for the composer and his country, the award cost Slamet
his job.
Hungary was then a communist state and the
Indonesian government reckoned their talented citizen must have been infected
by ideology.
When the
paranoia subsided Slamet became a life member of the Akademi Jakarta following
further European awards, including Officier de
l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres from the
French government.
In Surabaya
where he lived in a crowded kampong, he founded a philharmonic society. He headed
the music committee of the Jakarta Arts Festival and composed for the stage,
films, orchestras and individual instruments in Indonesia and Europe.
As a freelance
composer he spent time every month in Jakarta teaching. He helped establish the Alliance Francaise
and the Pertemuan Musik Surabaya [Friends of Music] which ran monthly concerts,
lectures and workshops.
Last
year his friends and admirers staged a four-day series of
concerts and seminars in Surabaya celebrating his 79th
birthday. They also published a 334-page
festschrift.
At the time Slamet told The Jakarta Post: “I
live music, I dream music. When I wake I
must not get up quickly but take time to remember the notes … to feel the
emotion, the truth. That’s what’s
important.
“There must be a sense of balance and discipline in
composition. This must come from within. After we play, we understand. Music can be the voice of God.
“When I look
back on my early work I’m not ashamed. For me creating music is a necessity, it
is something that must be done. Perhaps I am a magician.
“Music is the
gift of life, but it must be treated with intelligence. I chose to follow a
quiet road that’s far from the normal
“I’m not afraid
of death – I’m too silly to think about it, though I might like a requiem, and
I’m too busy. Why worry about age?
“The only
problem I have is not having a problem. My advice to the young is to seek the
new, to live and enjoy the moment, to maintain the spirit of togetherness.”
“I don’t know
if there is music beyond the grave. I
only know it is here and now. This celebration of my life and work is beyond my
expectations.
“What do I want on my gravestone? Here’s something said to me many years ago by
one of my students: ‘Here lies an artist.
When we spoke, he listened and understood.”
(First published in The Jakarta Post 26 March 2015)
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