Memories of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

 

Many of us in the Northwest feel a certain privileged connection with Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan because of his six-month residency at the University of Washington Ethnomusicology Program from September 1992 to March 1993. Students and staff from across campus registered for his classes, and others from off-campus and even out-of-state came to register for his classes through University Extension, just for the chance to sit with him in small groups to learn qawwali.

Those were heady days for many of us in Seattle, when Nusrat could be seen walking around the block in his Adidas athletic clothes, at a public swimming pool with some of his students, riding one of the Washington State ferries, or shopping at a local Pakistani-Indian grocery store where surprised customers recognized him, spoke to him, and sent him gifts of halal lamb, rice, etc. His 5-bedroom home in Lake City was always full of friends, students, family, musicians, fans and promoters. Nusrat enjoyed his relative anonymity in Seattle which permitted him to do what he could never dream of doing in Pakistan.

Nusrat’s decision to accept his teaching position at the University of Washington was not an easy one to make. On the negative side was the fact that the position was for Nusrat alone, not for his entire qawwali party. The livelihood of approximately 100 people (families of his ensemble) depended on the performances of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan and his Party. How could he take six months out of his full performance schedule and still help the members of his ensemble maintain their livelihood? On the positive side was the full health care benefits provided to full-time faculty members. Even his ensemble members could see that Nusrat needed the time to seek special medical attention at a top-rated medical facility. Another perhaps more convincing reason was the opportunity for Nusrat to reach out to new audiences to convey the Sufi message of love, for he took his missionary work seriously. What could be more exciting for him than to spread the spiritual word of love to new, western university audiences? He was always a musical innovator who incorporated the sounds that attracted his listeners everywhere.

Understanding his dilemma, we worked out a schedule that would allow him to concertize on weekends. He would teach all day on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and half-a-day on Thursdays. Thus, he was free to travel for weekend concerts. Members of his troupe would come to Seattle and stay with him for weeks at a time in order to perform with him. His wife and daughters also came to stay with him for a few weeks. Although this schedule seemed reasonable, it soon became apparent that it was a grueling schedule that conflicted with the advice of his doctors who were mainly concerned about his high blood pressure and diabetic condition. His doctors wanted him to watch his diet and reduce the stress of his travel schedule. At one point, a sincere, but frustrated doctor asked Nusrat the rhetorical question, “do you want to die?” He gave the answer of any good Muslim, “if God wills.” For Nusrat, there was never a choice between his music or his health, or anything else—Nusrat lived for music and it trumped everything else in his life.

The highlight of Nusrat’s residency at the University of Washington was his faculty concert at Meany Theater on the evening of January 23, 1993. Since Nusrat was teaching qawwali, I wanted the faculty concert to be a traditional qawwali concert involving his entire ensemble of 10 musicians. Nusrat agreed to bring his musicians for the concert at his own expense, however, when it became apparent that there was a possibility that his musicians would not be able to get their US visas in time for the concert, he invited Pakistan’s great tabla player, Ustad Tari Khan, (Abdul Sattar Tari) who was living in New Jersey at the time, to perform with him. Although Nusrat had arranged for all contingencies, I was beside myself with worry when I did not hear from the musicians until the night before the concert date—they had flown into La Guardia from Lahore and still had to arrange to fly to Seattle the next day! They finally arrived some time after noon, just in time for the sound check. They must have been exhausted and I could not imagine how they could perform that evening. In my more calm state-of-mind moments, I surmised that this must be the kind of hectic schedule these musicians were used to. I recalled how Nusrat and his ensemble always seemed to arrive a few minutes before (or sometimes, after) their scheduled appearance, coming straight from the airport to the shrine or concert hall, and performing with exuberance and energy that only they could muster, but these thoughts never entered my mind on the day of Nusrat’s Meany Theater concert—I was destined to be a nervous wreck!

Fretting back stage, I missed the rush of the audience who clamored and climbed over seats to get to the best possible seats in this festival seating arrangement. Luckily, there was only one report of a sprained ankle in this mad dash. The concert was completely sold out with many friends of Nusrat managing to come backstage to plead vainly for extra tickets (which he didn’t have). The first part of the program was the singing of the classical rag “Gawati” with Nusrat’s brother, Farukh, singing and accompanying him on the harmonium and Ustad Tari Khan on the tabla.¹ This was a rare performance where I heard for the first time, Nusrat’s complete mastery of tala which he learned in his youth. Nusrat first learned to play tabla on his own when he was discouraged from carrying on his father’s and grandfather’s musical tradition. His parents wanted him to become a doctor. When his father realized that music meant so much to his son, he relented and started teaching his son tabla in earnest until his mother pleaded with her husband to teach him to sing instead because the tabla player always sat in the second row, often unnoticed by the audience. If her son was going to be a musician, she wanted him to sit and be seen in the front row.

I managed to peek out from backstage after the beginning of the qawwali program to view the fully engaged audience and came out to stand on the side of an aisle of the theater. Audience members started to come up to the stage to make offerings (vel) to the musicians, some by discretely placing money on the stage, others by flinging or scattering bills over the heads of the musicians, and audience members began dancing in the aisles. Some people spied me standing by the stage and came to me to change their large bills into dollar bills. I was completely unprepared for this request, even as I suddenly recalled it was the duty of the manager of the group to make change available for the listeners. I soon got caught up in the spirit of the evening, stopped worrying and joined the audience in experiencing one of the most invigorating and magical evenings in my life.²

Days after the performance, the excitement and stir caused by the concert abounded with exaggerated stories of thousands of dollars showered on the musicians and women throwing their jewelry to the musicians, neither of which were true to my knowledge. Some people complained that the concert was too brief, and in that, they were correct, for traditional Sufi performances go on until the wee hours of the night or the next morning, but in these cases, there are more than one qawwali group involved. Aside from the complaints of a too brief performance, of no arrangements to make change for vel, and of not enough available tickets, the glow from the memory of that evening remains and has become a part of Seattle lore (or at least a part of UW lore).

 

 

Nusrat with students at his home in Seattle Photo by S.T.Sakata

Nusrat with Dr. Lorraine Sakata at UW Photo by Shantha Benegal

When the editor of Ragavani asked if we had any “interviews with or articles on Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Saheb from his time here” to share with readers, I realized there was nothing other than a couple of CDs and a video of his Meany concert. Since I wanted to share something special with friends and members of Ragamala who have worked tirelessly for the past 25 years to bring South Asian music and dance performances to audiences in the Northwest, I am submitting a 1988 heretofore unpublished interview of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan by Dr. Adam Nayyar, the current Director of the Pakistan National Council for the Arts in Islamabad as well as an obituary, also written by Dr. Nayyar, published in Newsline, a Lahori English language paper in 1997.

Hiromi Lorraine Sakata
Seattle, Washington
November 30, 2007

1 Live in Concert, Washington University USA, Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. Released and Distributed by Oriental Star Agencies Ltd., CD SR 108. It never occurred to the CD producers, or for that matter, the musicians, that there is a distinction between the University of Washington and Washington University.

 

2 The qawwali portion of the program sans the encore, can be seen on Nusrat! Live at Meany. Arab Film Distribution, 1998. www.arabfilm.com.

 

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'Nusrat' by Adam Nayyar

 

At the old Mehfil-e-Sama grounds in front of Data Darbar in Lahore (now covered with ugly concrete as part of the new Data Darbar complex)), we used to go to the all-night qawwali sessions during the annual urs. It was there in 1972 that I heard Nusrat for the first time a year after his father's death and was amazed by the virtuosity of this round young man. The energy, the passion, pushing the music to its limits with eyes squeezed shut, everything the world would one day know him by, were already there. An enthusiastic Lahori crowd roared its approval, galvanising the young qawwal to even more high-pitched and painfully powerful creations.

A couple of years later, as a homesick student in Germany during the seventies, cassettes of Nusrat from the Rehmat Grammophone House in Faisalabad were all I asked for from home. It was Nusrat's music that during those long years filled my little room with a power and freedom that made me proud of my identity. I still remember sophisticated Pakistanis turning up their noses at his music and saying, "Adam, do we really have to have this cacophony on so loud?" Yet they were the same who ten years later used to ask me superciliously, "I'm sure you haven't heard Nusrat's latest. Isn't he great?" Nusrat had an answer for this when years after, I teased him about his rising popularity among the alienated elite of Pakistan: "You know this perfectly good cloth they make in Faisalabad. People won't buy it unless you stamp "Made in Japan" down the side. I'm just like that cloth for the 'gentry'."

 

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