Enjoy a wonderful article about Mariam’s passion for Armenian folk music and her recent collaboration with the Philadelphia Museum of Art!

We are excited to announce that music from Mariam’s first album Far From Home will be featured in the Arshile Gorky exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. For more information about this exhibit, please visit http://www.philamuseum.org/exhibitions/378.html

I am so grateful for this town.

The South has kindly, graciously embraced this music that I am so passionate about; they have supported me in ways that I never, ever would have imagined. Little did I know that I would find such an enthusiastic audience for Armenian folk music in the South when I moved here a couple of years ago…

I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I first arrived here.

Oh, but I have been most pleasantly surprised… and it is a beautiful thing…

Ann Hicks, Arts writer at the Greenville News, has written about my passion for Armenian folk music in this season’s Talk Art magazine. She tells the story so eloquently… I knew when I first met Ann that I was in the most capable hands. She listened to my journey so intently. And she has sensitively crafted an article which captures my heart’s song perfectly.

When I first read her article a couple of days ago, I began to weep.
In the article, she talks about how difficult it was for me when I first arrived here… and my mind went to that time… and I wept.

I remember waking up that first morning in the South, a new bride, so far away from everything familiar, yet together with my husband. I felt so torn, and sometimes so guilty. On the one hand, I was overjoyed, thrilled, and excited to be with my husband. This was the beginning of an amazing journey together! He was and is everything (and more!) I had ever prayed for in a life partner. And then on the other hand, I was hurting deeply. This was one of the most difficult times in my life: leaving everything I knew and loved back home in Canada: my beloved family, my friends, my life… ah, and the mountains and the ocean… it was like my heart was being torn in two…

I will never forget those early days here… one moment filled with utter joy at being with my best friend, my husband; the next moment, filled with despair and longing for the home I had known for so long…

I remember feeling so alone at times. Here I was in a new city, a new country, a new culture… everything seemed so unfamiliar. Everything from the temperature readings, the speed limit (we use the metric system back home!) the climate, the food, the accents, the lack of street signs - all a source of frustration at one point or another! I tried not to compare this new city to where I had grown up, that city with the ocean about fifteen minutes away (!).

But it was hard not to.

Especially when I sought a place of solace, somewhere I could go to and be refreshed, and I couldn’t find a place that was similar to what I was used to: my breathtaking beach back home where I could run and listen to the water and stare at the mountains across the way and dance and pray and sing and walk for hours…

I remember meeting so many people in my husband’s circle here; everyone was so friendly and kind. They all welcomed me with open arms. But once life really began, I hardly saw any of the people I had been introduced to. Either folks lived far away or were busy or something.

I longed for community like I had been used to. I missed my mom and dad, my sister, my brother, my relatives, my best friends, my work, my church…

I was at home working on the completion of my second album, and that took up countless hours. And while it was good to have the time to work on my music, I longed for some sort of companionship on those days when my husband was out working long hours and I was at home.

It is amazing, however, when I look back on that time. While I admit, there were times when I felt terribly alone, it was during those moments in the valley that my faith in my Father deepened. He was the one constant in my life and His sweet friendship filled my thirsty soul with fresh water. On those days when I missed my husband and missed my family and missed the ocean, my Father taught me that He was still there. Be still, He kept whispering to me, and know that I am God. Know that I love you deeply… And He gently drew me even closer to Himself…

And the beauty of it is, I was not alone at all. While my faith grew, I also was blessed with new friendships in our town. These were people that my husband didn’t know, people that I got to know… a group of women who quickly embraced me and loved me and supported me in ways that I am ever so grateful for… they became my mentors and dearest friends… when I became sick, they were the ones, along with my husband, who took care of me… these women who had just met me, who really didn’t know me that well at all… and then, I found a fellow Canadian here, and was overjoyed that we shared so much in common, including a love for teaching! She taught conversational English to the international students here, and she asked me if I would like to help. I was thrilled to have the chance to work with international students again! I had taught conversational English as one of my many jobs when I was in Armenia during my second trip there, and loved it, as much as I loved teaching my high school students in Canada… and here I was teaching again…
And I met a fellow Armenian woman here as well! She and I have become dear friends as we share our lives together and encourage one another…

And soon, slowly, but surely, I began to feel more at home here. Instead of expecting myself to instantly feel comfortable in this new place, I took the counsel of my husband and new friends who wisely told me to give myself time… so I gave myself time…

And now here I am. Growing even closer to my beloved husband here. Giving birth to my precious Little One here. Delighting in my Father here. Developing more friendships here. Becoming more familiar with everything here. I am even giving concerts here. Sharing my love for my Armenian heritage with a new audience. Full of awe at how supportive everyone has been. Still missing my loved ones back home, savoring each moment I get to see them again, longing for a time when we will all be together again, but not full of despair anymore… grateful for this town that my Father has used to teach me so much.

And still singing here. Ever and always, still singing here…

The house is all quiet.

I just walked in and my Little One was half awake, half asleep in my arms. I hugged her and kissed her and put her down for her nap…

It has been a busy morning, a busy week… but now, the house is quiet.

It is just me, this computer humming… and my Little One sleeping soundly…

For the past week my sister has been in town visiting me and today, she left to return home. We have had an amazing time together - ah, what a fun filled week! We laughed; we giggled; we shared stories; we cooked together; we shopped; we sang; we danced; we went on walks… oh, so many things….

She was such a super help to me… I cannot even begin to list how helpful she was. I love it that she takes initiative; I don’t have to ask her to do something for me… she just knows, she sees a need and fills it with her kind heart and able hands. She has that awareness that I love in people. Some of my closest friends also have that same perceptive character - they see a need and they jump in to help. Others never notice the need… they are living in a fog or something, I am not sure… but they move about unaware about what might be occurring around them… or perhaps they are so self involved, that they don’t see how they can help…

My sister isn’t like that. My mom and dad raised us to have that awareness and I am hoping that I can do the same for my children… so they can anticipate a situation before it happens… that seeing ahead of time, jumping in to help… not waiting to be asked… oh, I love that. I want to help my children be that. I want more of that in me. Less of me, more of others.

That service minded heart.

Here I am, in this quiet house reflecting on the beauty of the week…

I miss my sister greatly right now. Right at this moment.

I am so thankful she was here.
And I miss her in the quiet of this house.

It seems like weeks ago now we were driving up to Black Mountain in anticipation of my show there… and then, again, it seems like only yesterday…

But it is already August 17… more than two weeks have passed since that glorious day… and I still have so much more that I could write about it! But alas, since the show, there has been an endless list of activities to attend to… from managing the home and caring for my little one, to late night discussions with my husband about the coming months, to good bye parties for loved ones beginning new chapters in their lives, to birthday parties for dear friends, to gatherings with new friends… it has been a busy but beautiful couple of weeks.

A couple of days ago, we received a review of the August 1st show from the gracious co-owner of the venue, Bob Hinkle. Bob writes:

Mariam Matossian’s shows at White Horse Black Mountain were a creative, musical, emotional and business high for our venue. She transported the audience wherever she wished and did so with wonderful gentle command of her material and delivery. She even had 150 dancing in a big circle around the venue, holding hands with strangers and all smiles. Her band, Free Planet Radio, was with her every step of the way in their own wonderful, quirky, creative way. The shows were an advance sellout and we felt badly having to turn away a large number of potential customers. I cannot recommend Mariam highly enough.

I am deeply humbled by Bob’s kind words regarding our performance at White Horse. He and his wife Kim are a wonderful duo and we have loved getting to know them both. Thank you, Bob and Kim!

A very special part of the show was my collaboration with Sarkis Chorbadjian, an extremely talented artist who lives and works in South Carolina. He has been playing the duduk for a couple of years now and he and I had always talked about performing together one day. It was a delight then, to have him on stage with us at Black Mountain. The duduk is a haunting exotic Armenian instrument and Sarkis left the crowd breathless with his performance… this is a very difficult instrument to play, but Sarkis did an amazing job and added yet another layer of beauty to these Armenian folk songs that I love so much… thank you, Sarkis!

Thank you to everyone who made August 1st such a memorable day for us all…