Fujara
The fujara (Slovak pronunciation: [ˈfujɑrɑ]) originated in central Slovakia as a large sophisticated folk shepherd's overtone fipple flute of unique design. It is technically a contrabass in the tabor pipe class.
Ranging from 160 to 200 cm long (5'3" - 6'6") and tuned in A, G, and F. It has three tone holes located on the lower part of the main body. The sound is produced by a fipple at the upper end of the main body of the fujara. The air is led to the fipple through a smaller parallel pipe, called vzduchovod in Slovak (meaning "air channel"), mounted on the main body of the instrument. While it is possible to play the fundamental frequency on fujaras, the normal playing technique is based on overblowing the instrument. Because of its aspect ratio (great length versus small internal diameter), the overtones created permit one to play a diatonic scale using only the three tone holes. The fujara is played standing, with the instrument held vertically, usually braced against the right thigh.
Podcasts:
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
-
by Voyager
The Pensive Disarray
by: VoyagerI seek to find
All the things that i have found
All the times that i have lost so
I seek to yield
To the pressures of today
To the pensive disarray
But I'm still folding
Holding onto what I've got
I seek to bring
All the gifts of inner core
To the ones that i adore so
I can surround
Myself with the ones i love
With the ones i trust and i'm still holding
Holding onto what I've got
I take the pressure now
I take the silent sour
I keep believing
I hold the reason
I hold the answer how
Will i know why right now
I hold the reason
I am deceiving
I breathe the
I feel the
And I wonder I ponder I can't escape from me again
Like the silent abode
In the tears I will glow
It's illusion i crave
It's the feeling i savour and the
Subatomic niveau
Into pieces I go
Judging all that I see
In the absence of glee and you always say
I seek to find
All the things that I have found
All the times that I have lost so
I seek to yield
To the pressures of today
To the pensive disarray
But I'm still folding
Holding onto what I've got
I take the pressure now
I take the silent sour
I keep believing
I hold the reason
I hold the answer how
Will i know why right now
I hold the reason
I am deceiving
I know the answer now and feel
I know what you have said is real and I am suffering again
Taking all the pain
I know the answer now and feel
I know what you have said is real and I am suffering again
Taking all the pain
I hold the answer
How will I know why right now?