tania-06-layout-6-8-11 At 5 years of age, my country was at war with itself. My entire family fled to the States in 1979, including my father to find work. My 25 yr old mother, my 2 yr sister and myself were left to wait for visas in Tehran. In those few months, I experienced and felt what FEAR looks like. Gunshots at night. My once busy street in Yousefabahd, TEHRAN filled with kids, neighbors and family, empty. Riots at night. Lights had to be turned off, as i watched my mom kneel down and peek at the window for hours with crowds holding sticks of fire. She played lots of ABBA in those nights. Mainly because she loved American music and thought it would soothe us. But I think now it was a way to bring her hope that she too will reconnect with her family in America and not be left alone with children in this madness to fend for herself. My classroom felt emptier and emptier every day as young adults screamed outside our school with chanting’s I could not recognize. And then the pinnacle moment when i finally understood it all at 5 years of age. Like a scene from 2012 film ARGO, we were in the airport with our visas, it was during the American Hostage ordeal in 1980. Thousands of people, crowded lines, arguments, screams and lots of guns. My mother was strip searched in a small frosted glass cubicle as my sister cried. But what happened next, I will never forget. I used to treasure the picture of the Royal family, mostly the SHAH because in those months we were left alone and what felt like being completely “abandoned.” My mother did not know I had the picture, which i put under my pillow each night. I missed my father, and the SHAH had similar hair and features to my father. The lady at the security check with a dark chador around her entire head and shoulders yanked my little purse, opened it, saw the picture of the Royal family, called the Guard and shouted some words and ripped the photo of the family and Princess Leila into what felt like a million little pieces. I had no other image of my father in my possession, she took it all. She said something like “I will not be so lucky next time.” And then we were off to various countries getting visas until we reached American soil.
This project “A Road To Tehran” is a yearning for me to reach this homeland one day. To come to terms with some of the terror felt and experienced. When you are ripped of your childhood memories in a country that has over 3000 years of your ancestry, I feel, you never feel like you belong elsewhere. America is my home, I am honored and grateful for this land. Yet, I fight with what is my “identity.” Persian and American traditions and culture are at such opposite polarities at times. This music, this project, THE ROAD TO TEHRAN, I hope, will one day lead me to come to terms with events that happened in my childhood. I pray that that day happens in peace, and the 380,000 Iranians that migrated out of IRAN in terror in 1979-1980 will have a chance to make closure of that chapter of their lives and create new memories on Iranian soil and treasure the old ones in happiness. When I play music, the second my fingers touch the keys, I go to that place. Any music I play has it the sounds of my childhood. It is the only authentic way I instantly connect with who i really am, my identity. It is truly a privilege to be able to play music for others. There exists an even higher power to conserve all that I remember of this now ” foreign Persian sound” in my music. It is for my children and all children who have a connection with what is now that “forbidden land.” I hope it touches you as it does me when i play it and I am grateful to you for sharing it with others who understand and wish to connect. TANIA

“wow, if Chopin had gone back in time to Persia”
“An ambitious project -combine some of the best sounds of West and Middle East. Intense success -amazingly skilled musicians, fantastic songs that smoothly mix two sounds. The traditional Iranian ensemble evokes the burning sands and starry nights of ancient Persia, while the piano srongly reminds me of Chopin’s Noctures and maybe Rachmaninov’s brooding power. The entire CD is mesmerizing -not light background music but an absorbing, captivating symphony of sound. If Chopin had traveled back in time and found his soulmate in Sheherazade, the results might sound something like this CD.”


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