Pouya Faragardi
Gunfire in Pasdaran, the Silence of a Violin
I had known Pouya Faragardi since the very first performance of the Nilper Orchestra in 2004, and until 2015 we worked together continuously in both the Nilper Orchestra and the Camerata Orchestra.
Pouya wanted life — a life of music and smiles, of drinking tea and sharing everyday conversations backstage at Rudaki Hall and Vahdat Hall, or during breaks between rehearsals. He would light one of his small Bahman cigarettes and, in that warm, husky voice of his, say, “God, we played so badly,” and then the laughter and conversation would begin.
For a long time, he no longer appeared on official stages. He used to say, “Concerts have become nauseating shows, and everyone steps onto the stage to present themselves, not to serve the music.” No one looked for him, and no one asked why Pouya Faragardi — and hundreds of others — no longer set foot in concert halls or rehearsal spaces.
Pouya wanted his share of life: to play and to teach without the constant anxiety of bread and security. Pouya Faragardi was killed by gunfire because all he wanted was life — a life of music and smiles.
May his memory and name endure forever.
This grief will remain alive in our hearts for all time.
Friends, colleagues, fellow musicians:
The gunfire has reached the seat beside you.
Do not remain silent.
Pouya wanted life — a life of music and smiles, of drinking tea and sharing everyday conversations backstage at Rudaki Hall and Vahdat Hall, or during breaks between rehearsals. He would light one of his small Bahman cigarettes and, in that warm, husky voice of his, say, “God, we played so badly,” and then the laughter and conversation would begin.
For a long time, he no longer appeared on official stages. He used to say, “Concerts have become nauseating shows, and everyone steps onto the stage to present themselves, not to serve the music.” No one looked for him, and no one asked why Pouya Faragardi — and hundreds of others — no longer set foot in concert halls or rehearsal spaces.
Pouya wanted his share of life: to play and to teach without the constant anxiety of bread and security. Pouya Faragardi was killed by gunfire because all he wanted was life — a life of music and smiles.
May his memory and name endure forever.
This grief will remain alive in our hearts for all time.
Friends, colleagues, fellow musicians:
The gunfire has reached the seat beside you.
Do not remain silent.
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