Voca People

Last night I saw a performance by Voca People, a group that was making its last San Francisco appearance.  When I went to the show, I knew only that it was a capella singing, which I enjoy.  That was certainly a correct description as far as it went, but it was also about as accurate as saying that a rose is a type of flower.  Voca People isn’t just singing; it’s comprehensive entertainment.

The group’s premise is that they are travelers from the Planet Voca and that their ship is powered by music.  They arrive on earth with their power supply depleted, and need to learn earth music to fuel up.  Clad all in white, with white paint on their faces (leaving only very red lips), they chatter in alien-sounding gibberish, and slowly learn earth language, songs, and attitudes by placing their white-gloved hands on people’s heads.  The group’s shtick is very amusing, their audience interactions delighted people and engaged them with the show, and the singing and choreography was spectacular.  The performers never missed a note or a beat.

The music ranges from classical to the most modern pop, all sung without any instrumentation, with perfect harmony, and with tight, tight choreography.  Here’s a small sample of what they do (although the repertoire has changed a bit from this 2009 video):

As soon as the show started, I realized that the performers weren’t American. Considering that they were speaking gibberish, I can’t say why I knew, I just did. What delighted me — perhaps foolishly — was to discover when we left, and I had sufficiently good light to read the program, was that they’re an Israeli group.

Because I can never resist getting political, let me add something here, a thought that first occurred to me when the kids and I heard a song from Fiddler on the Roof playing on the radio: Jews contribute to the world, not just with the justice and morality of their Bible, but with humor.  The Dhimmi countries that trade their Judeo-Christian tradition for the Muslim yoke had better be ready to give up laughter.

I don’t know where Voca People will go next but, if they land in your town, you should go check them out.  (You might want to bring ear plugs if you go.  My only complaint about the show was that the music was too loud at times.)

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  • Beth

    Loved this!  Wow! 
    Seriously, Fiddler on the Roof???  I thought I was the only one still watching/listening.  My mother’s day present from my kids was the soundtrack.  Love.that.musical.  So much so that I bought the book from whence it came–Tevye’s Daughters by Sholom Aleichem.  Have you read it, Bookworm?  Laugh, laugh, laugh and cry, cry, cry.  A treasure. 

  • Call me Lennie

    Oh, I don’t know about dhimmi counties giving up laughter, Bookie.  Islamic humor has it’s moments.  Here, check out this routine from the Muslim Rodney Dangerfield.  I heard this 25 years ago when I went to a show at the Persian room in Riyadh 
    “Hey, I’m OK now but last week I had it kinda rough, bil-lah?  I go to buy a used Datsun .. and find my wife’s burqa in the trunk.  So I go tell the imam, you know my imam Shaykh Djinni Bin Bats?  They take her to the stoning pit .. and all the men in the village throw flowers at her.  I say, “Wallahi, what about wiping away the stain on my honor?”  They give me a nerf ball to throw at her.  No respect.  I tell ya, it ‘s gotta be disrespect cause my wife is not good looking.  The other day she strained her back carrying water and groaned so hideously, a camel tried to mate with her
    But who am I kidding, I’m no Gamal Abdul Nasser.  When I was born in that Jerusalem hospital, the midwife took one look at me and slapped my mother.  Then the imam threatened to cut off my old man’s hand.  When Pops says what for, the imam says, “Cause shari’ah law doesn’t allow us to cut off the part of the body actually responsible for this” Three days after I left, the PLO demanded that the Zionists take back the land the hospital was on. No respect.  When I went on the hajj with my dad I got no respect.  He tells me to stand still so all the other pilgrims can practice throwing pebbles.  Then when I was running with my dad from Marwan to Safa, Pop runs to Safa .. and keeps on running.  Later, I ask the mutawiin how are we going to find my daddy in all these millions of people.  He says “Don’t worry kid, whoever created you will stick out like a sore thumb.”
    Even when I turned Shi’ite and went to Karbala to mourn Hussein, I got no respect.  When I arrived all the other mourners started beating ME with their chains.  I tell you I was a bloody mess.  So I go tot he well of the 12th imam.  The other pilgrims throw me in.  To make matters worse .. 15 seconds later, the guy at the bottom of the well throws me back out!  I tell you I can’t take it anymore!  I go to my mosque and climb to the top of the minaret to jump off.  So they send a guy up.  And I say “Don’t try to talk me out of it”  The guy says “I’m not, I’m just here to call everybody in town to come see this.”
    So you see, Bookie .. Jews don’t necessarily have a stranglehold on humor:-D

  • 94Corvette

    Another great a capella group is Perpetuum Jazille from Slovenia.  They have a nice bunch of videos on You-Tube and to be honest, it is through them that I have come to want to visit their homeland.  It is part of the old Yugoslavia and has just over 2 million residents. 

  • Charles Martel

    Call me Lennie: ROTFLMAO!!!

  • http://ymarsakar.wordpress.com Ymarsakar

    “My only complaint about the show was that the music was too loud at times”

    The latest generation has permanent hearing loss due to earphones and music constantly playing in their ears. 

    I can hear a leaf being scrapped on concrete over 100 feet away when things are quiet. I’m personally never going to risk losing my hearing, and personal security, due to risky music habits.

     So the music you heard was probably loud in order to cater to all those recent generations that have lost 50% or so of their hearing range.