Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Nello Weiss Mirando

june 17 2008

The Mirando (Weiss) Family is wellknown for it's passionate gypsy music.

A long time ago, around 1900, Tata Mirando Sr. (Josef Weiss Mirando) started his orchestra.
He was a man of discipline, and taught all his boys the art of music, without using sheet music ever.

His son, Meizel Mirando, took over and taught his sons what he'd learned from his father.

I grew up, admiring the energy his royal gypsy orchestra generated,
feeling the intense reflection of what they endured through history.

Now one of the sons, Djangela Mirando Tata Mirando, is running the orchestra.

One of the other sons, Nello, followed his own way.
He joined his brother Lulu (guitar), and his friends Caruso Lehmann (guitar) and Boso Jaworek (violin). and they too were masters in jipsy music.
You can hear them on "Palatine Summer" by the Lulu Weiss Ensemble, together with Django Reinhardt. Nello Weiss :vocals, bass guitar.

He was born with a backbone problem, which caused problems controling some of his fingers.
Nevertheless he played is his father's orchestra at the young age of 3.

Playing the violin was his soul, and he felt hurt and frustrated that he couldn't play as well as he wanted all the time.
In a way his ability to express his deepest inner emotions in music was so enormous, and his perfectionism so huge, that he really suffered the last years of his life, because he couldn't do exactly as he wanted.

Many people have spoken to me through their music, but none was able to always touch my heart so deep than Nello.
I remember I had to dance to his music.
No performance was the same.
Each time a different corner of my heart was touched.
Each time it was like travelling through all my emotions, and feeling new ones.

After every performance I needed to leave the stage, leave the building, and connect to nature.
Sometimes by walking, other times by sitting in a corner and crying, and one time smelling a rose while the ongoing world seemed to be an eternity away.

His music told the stories of the bare experiences of life.

In may we saw him on TV in a program about his life and passion.
We fell in the middle of the program, but I recognised him immediately.

A very long time ago we've been talking about respect for instruments.
I can't remember where and when, but I recognised his voice, his smile.

Last thursday night he died in his sleep.

The greatest violinist of our country. 77 he was.

My heart goes out to his family.

May he rest in peace.

You can find the last video about his last year here.
The text is in Dutch.



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