Microkhan by Brendan I. Koerner

The Pouring Forth of Words

January 13th, 2012 · 1 Comment

A moved-up book deadline has me scrambling over these next few days, so I’m just gonna ease you into the holiday weekend with some Uzbek pop. I don’t understand a word, of course, but my hunch is the ladies of Shahrizoda are preaching against the evils of materialism. The highlight is around the 1:08 mark, when the group briefly operates a kebab grill at what I take to be an Ürümqi bazaar. As an old girlfriend of mine once said, there is nothing sexier than a woman toiling over a steaming-hot griddle full of meat. (She had a summer job at Carney’s at the time, so her axiom was somewhat self-serving.)


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  • Jordan

    There’s a bit of a hilarious coincidence around 0:54 when one of the women is standing in front of what looks like a knife grinder’s shop and pulls off a pseudo-Katy Perry by making it look like sparks are shooting out of her mid-section.

    Hopefully one of your readers will be able to pull off at least a partial translation. I’m pretty curious what exactly they’re singing about.