09:02, October 29, 2023
The echoes of the mountain town have helped many musicians and singers become famous and leave behind immortal songs, creating a magical and fascinating polyphonic music of the Central Highlands.
Like Da Lat, there are so many good songs about the land of Langbian Mountain. The famous “Ai len xu hoa dao” by musician Hoang Nguyen is gentle and passionate, captivating to the point of heartbreaking as if inviting travelers who have just set foot here once to not easily forget even if they have to leave the city of thousands of flowers.
Dalat with its temperate climate and charming beauty made the genius musician Trinh Cong Son fall in love when he wrote the song "There is a river that has passed away" to commemorate a hidden love. In the 60s of the 20th century, Trinh's youthful songs brought a new nuance, sometimes surprisingly pure when the words in this song were stated: "There is someone whose heart is like a newly embroidered towel..."; or the song "Hoa vang may do" recorded the traces of a love affair with a person named after a yellow flower in the land of fog: "You laugh somewhere/ in the heart of the bustling city...". The distant, nostalgic song resounded in a deserted alley somewhere in Dalat like a cup of wine just warm enough to flow into the mood of a wet, foggy afternoon...
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| Illustration: Huu Nguyen |
Then there was Le Uyen Phuong with Da Lat as her birthplace. The love songs born here before 1975 seemed both bustling, yearning and yearning, mixed with the existentialism of intellectuals often seen in the South at that time in the midst of turmoil. "Following you down the street this afternoon/still intoxicated/Following you down the pain/outside the sun is rising quickly..." (Our Swamp). The author himself once confided that Da Lat with its hills is a witness and also a benefactor to the musician.
There was a Vu Huu Dinh who discovered Pleiku from his own poetic perspective in a poem composed by musician Pham Duy into a gentle, graceful and profound work, remaining with time: "High mountain town/mountain town full of fog/Cities not far away/low sky so sad/Strange guest going up and down/Luckily with you life is still lovely..." (There is still something to remember).
Interestingly, after the country's reunification, there was the immense "Pleiku Eyes" by musician Nguyen Cuong, an artist who is deeply indebted to the Central Highlands, as if he was born to write about the Central Highlands in his own way: Nguyen Cuong's Central Highlands Rock cannot be confused with anyone else's. "You are so beautiful, Pleiku/My heart is about to break/I don't want to look into those eyes, those eyes of Pleiku, the Sea Lake is full of...". Nguyen Cuong's style is passionate and unrestrained like the identity of this land. As if when we are intoxicated, we twist the wine barrel down and drink up the majestic and mysterious plateau forever.
And Nguyen Cuong also seemed to slow down and sip a “Cup of Ban Me Coffee” to confide in the “capital” of coffee in the Central Highlands, the coffee capital of the whole country. It was a conversation, a dialogue, a resonance between the unique flavor of coffee and the affectionate music. And such coffee also makes people sometimes meet a soul mate, seemingly dizzy.
Then suddenly remembering the wandering poet Tran Tien, one day when he met the Central Highlands, his emotions surged, he voluntarily transformed into the "Highland Fire" to burn himself out before the great grace of the forest.
Just a few notes, hope to have the opportunity to meet those captivating sounds again...
Pham Xuan Dung
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