The sublime Çetin Akdeniz on baglama, that’s what.
Ah, this song reminds me of driving through Turkey! We went into a music shop, pointed at a baglama hanging from the ceiling and said, “That! We want to hear that!” They let us have a listen to a few discs, but Çetin won, no contest. His ornamentation was lightning fast and he didn’t have a lot of pop or new-agey back-up going on.
The people in the music store all looked at us like we were crazy, and we probably were, a little. Vancouverites out in the hot sun get funny ideas: we like our baglama old-skool.
Oddly enough, I feel the same way about my bossa nova.