From Iran to the US: Songs in occasions of battle and coronavirus


I stand behind the French glass doorways to the Juliet balcony of our New York residence. Outside, the low solar indicators its impending shift to a different a part of the globe and three storeys under a pair walks on the road holding disposable espresso cups, as if it’s a regular day. 

In some ways it’s a day like another: the buildings in our Brooklyn neighbourhood are intact, employees in orange vests and exhausting hats are reducing up the pavement to put new cables, and there are hints of inexperienced buds on a tree whose darkish branches have grow to be our seasonal leisure.

“Look, look, a dove,” I say to my husband Anthony, who’s working at his desk within the living room. I understand how a lot he likes mourning doves. As far as birds go, I’m neutral to their muted brown and gray palette, however their go to is one more signal of routine, of birds being birds.

And as of late, we’re all on the lookout for the odd.

Anthony appears up and out to the railing, smiles and goes again to work. The dove takes to the air and disappears however I keep upright behind the glass, craving for extra indicators of regular. Another chook – even a bland dove – could be good, however what I’m actually hoping is for the Phil Collins man to drive by.

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The view from the author’s Brooklyn residence [Sara Goudarzi/Al Jazeera]

Only as soon as, final yr, did I see him journey down our avenue. On a very good day, when the sky was an excellent blue with threads of cloud painted by the wind, and my balcony doorways have been vast open, his gray automotive blew by the sunny day and out of his home windows the bass of Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” crammed our avenue’s airwaves for seconds – hypnotic drum machine beats, piano chords and distorted guitar constructing till the tune burst into the long-lasting drum solo. 

My pulse quickened and I couldn’t determine whether or not to seize my telephone to video him or stand there and benefit from the second earlier than he left the intersection.

I made a decision to take it in in actual time.

Up till then, I had solely heard concerning the Phil Collins man and seen movies of his drive-bys in an internet neighbourhood discussion board. Tracking him has grow to be a part of our native tradition, particularly for these of us with street-facing home windows.

In posts, members of the net group alert each other to the real-time location of the Phil Collins man and the path he’s heading in. He is so well-liked that there are even copycats. To that impact, posts now specify if the sighting is of the unique Phil Collins man.

Both the battle and pandemic began slowly 

On the telephone, my mom, one state over, is upbeat. Like us, she has been in isolation for weeks.

“It’s not any worse than the war,” she says, referring to the eight-year Iran-Iraq battle, six years of which we endured.

“We don’t have to go to the basement in case of a bomb drop. We just sit home.”

My thoughts travels again a couple of many years, to Tehran. For the primary time, I take into consideration the 2 experiences as parallels, about how each the battle and pandemic began so slowly – one bomb on the onset, then a number of; a constructive case in a single state, then one other – that nobody believed both occasion to essentially be occurring. And then, someday, life as we knew it had been upended. Everything routine dissipated into ether.

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The author as a baby in Iran [Courtesy of Sara Goudarzi] 

The battle began in 1980 – after I was simply 4 – and ended eight years later. I left the nation some two years earlier than Iran accepted a United Nations-negotiated ceasefire.

Like my associates and classmates, we grew into, and have become a part of, the stitches of the battle’s panorama, usually not questioning the life it requested of us.

By 1984 the strategic bombings in opposition to our cities started, and Tehran grew to become a raid goal. The days went on as normal: We attended faculty, performed on our tree-lined, residential avenue within the afternoons and even visited the neighbourhood burger joint when our allowances added as much as a meal.

Once the inverted bowl of the sky was shimmering with stars, nonetheless, our world grew to become unpredictable. Raids have been potential at any second; late within the night, deep into the night time, after I was usually dreaming of a e book or a tune, and simply earlier than the primary photons poured down from the yellow orb that erased all of it.

From Laura Branigan to Phil Collins

“In the Air Tonight” was launched in 1981 however the tune was not in my handful of combine tapes or any associates’ music collections. Maybe we have been too younger to know of it or the one had not made it to Tehran’s black market of copied cassettes.

Michael Jackson’s album Thriller and its title tune have been all the fashion however I don’t recall having any of his music, both. Instead, my greatest buddy and I spent our free time arising with dance routines to a Laura Branigan cowl of Raf’s “Self Control”.

In the afternoons, I might stick the tape in our family’s handheld Sony cassette participant and press down the “play” button. Out of the small built-in speaker emanated the sound of drum machine beats set to 4/Four time, mixed with synthesiser and guitar, adopted by vocals:

Oh, the night time is my world
City mild painted lady
In the day nothing issues
It’s the night time time that flatters

In the night time, no management
Through the wall one thing’s breaking
Wearing white as you are walkin’
Down the road of my soul

You take my self, you’re taking my self management
You obtained me livin’ just for the night time
Before the morning comes, the story’s informed
You take my self, you’re taking my self management

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The author as a baby, sporting headphones and listening to her favorite songs [Courtesy of Sara Goudarzi] 

The robust high-altitude solar stretched out to each nook of the living room, Z and I, sporting T-shirts and shorts, would prepare and shift our stick-thin legs and arms in what we thought have been coordinated dance strikes, emulating English phrases we didn’t perceive and sure solely getting the Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) components proper.

Eyes closed and one shoulder up at a time, we have been electrified into motion by the tune for shut to a few minutes till our large end: Z standing together with her legs vast whereas I slid on my knees and skidded between them (we rotated between the stander and slider so we might every benefit from the spotlighted second of the slide). 

Rug burns on our boney knees, I might rewind the tape to the start and we might do that again and again as a result of we have been youngsters and within the daytime we have been allowed to be. 

The pandemic is elusive

While the results of the battle run deep, indelible within the folds of each muscle, that have doesn’t register the identical as this pandemic for me.

I had been in grade faculty, protected by the sense of invincibility dad and mom present, and thus shielded from the rations, empty grocery store cabinets, statistics, logistics and continuous determination making. And day by day life remained routine – faculty, playtime, birthday events and meals went on as scheduled, as if we didn’t should run to the basement when the sirens sounded off, as if the bombs weren’t dropped as soon as town went darkish, as if the destruction was not imminent, or concrete. 

Maybe that’s what it’s. Maybe it was the concreteness that made sense. 

The pandemic is illusive, an invisible power that permeates each area and lurks on each floor, every small indentation, the individual you’re keen on, every kiss, the air of a passing breeze. Or perhaps it’s one thing else. 

Like many, I sleep little as of late and in one in all my numerous latest wakeful moments, I realised that on these nights my dad and mom and I sheltered within the basement, surrounded by baggage of rice, dried bread and beans, we had one thing we’re unable to encompass ourselves with now – one another. 

And Z and I weren’t denied the shared expertise of “Self Control”, or the prospect to seize one another’s palms and ceremoniously pull each other up after the massive knee-slide on the tough, skinny carpet. Together, we sang like we knew what we have been singing, the locks of our badly reduce hair swinging up and down with our bouncing heads, having fun with the groove on the similar time. 

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Brooklyn at night time, as seen from the author’s balcony [Sara Goudarzi/Al Jazeera]

On the net neighbourhood discussion board somebody posts a brand new sighting of the Phil Collins man. In the corresponding feedback one other individual notes recognizing him minutes later.

People have been clapping, this individual writes. He is doing the Lord’s work proper now, one other commenter says in a separate publish.

I arise from my desk and go to our bed room window. Above, the sky is cobalt blue after which pink the place it falls behind the buildings in view. But my eye is on the gray, odd avenue, realizing he’s circulating out within the neighbourhood, giving us what we’d like a lot presently, not simply momentary delight however a way of togetherness in experiencing the identical music.

Window open now, I really feel a lightweight and chilly breeze push in opposition to my face. I shut my eyes and may really feel it … “coming in the air”.