Okay, so Bach’s St. John PassionArt isn’t just pretty—it’s a weapon.
Let’s rewind. Bach wrote this for Good Friday in Leipzig, and—no joke—it was borderline scandalous. Churches back then expected polite hymns, but Bach gave them drama: soaring choirs, gut-punch emotions, the whole crucifixion story raw and unfiltered. The man didn’t just compose music; he weaponized it.
For centuries? Same old recipe: somber choirs, fancy concert halls, everyone acting like they’re in a museum. Which, fine—but c’mon, Bach wasn’t writing for museum curators. He wrote for people who knew what real pain tasted like.
Look, with Uganda criminalizing just *being* gay and hate crimes spiking globally, this adaptation makes too much sense. Director Elias Garcia puts it bluntly: “Bach’s Passion is about persecution. Who understands that better than us?” And he’s right. The thing is, queer pain isn’t new—it’s just been erased.
Oh, just everything. Jesus is non-binary now (cue conservative pearl-clutching). The chorus? A mix of queer voices belting protest chants between Bach’s lines. And that “Crucify Him!” part? Rewritten as a slur-screaming mob. It’s uncomfortable. It’s supposed to be.
Traditionalists? Big mad. But LGBTQ+ audiences? They’re weeping in the aisles. One reviewer nailed it: “This isn’t disrespect—it’s giving Bach back his teeth.” And honestly? That’s the point. Art shouldn’t just sit there looking pretty.
Enter Karim Aboud, who mashed Bach’s score with maqam scales and the raw ache of an oud. His reason? “Listen to the St. John Passion,” he says. “Now listen to Gaza’s streets. Same cries, same prayer for mercy.” Chills.
Arabic lyrics shift the focus to exile—choirs wail like refugees, and this haunting ney flute replaces Bach’s oboe. The sound? Like wind through bombed-out buildings. Beautiful and brutal.
Some call it appropriation. Aboud fires back: “Bach’s music is human. So is our grief.” And after performances in Amman, Palestinians in the crowd said it felt like being seen. That’s the power move here—art refusing to let pain be invisible.
Different styles, same fire. The queer version screams, “We exist!” The Arabian one whispers, “We remember.” Both ask: Who gets to decide what sacred stories sound like?
One smashes tradition open for outsiders. The other stitches traditions together like a wound. But here’s the kicker—they both prove Bach’s music isn’t some dusty relic. It’s alive. And it’s pissed.
Great art doesn’t just sit there—it grabs you by the collar. These adaptations? They’re Bach remixed for a world that’s still bleeding. Or as Garcia says: “Bach wrote for the voiceless. We’re just updating the guest list.” Mic drop.
Source: DW News
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