Armen Ra

When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, "My companion, my comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion" -- for I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.Khalil Gibran:1918 ____________________________________________________________ ________________ Armen Ra is an Armenian artist and performer born in Tehran Iran. Raised by a concert pianist mother, and aunt a renowned opera singer and Ikebana master, it was no surprise that Armen flourished, not only as one of New York’s leading aesthetes, but also as a self-taught master of the theremin . By combining both the visual and aural aspects of his craft, Armen Ra has developed an art form that is truly his own and is something quite amazing to behold.Fusing Armenian folk music with modern instrumentation, along with melodic lounge standard’s and classical arias.His unique and elegant recitals transport the listener to a time and place of beauty, emotional healing, and of course sacred glamour.____________________________________________________ _______________ His debut Theremin performance was with his friend and ispiration Antony, and the Johnsons at Knitting Factory NYC...and the rest as they say is HERstory!________________ ______ The United Nations,Wiener Konzerthaus Mozartsaal Vienna,Disney Concert Hall,WIGSTOCK! The MTV VMA’S w/Madonna...CBGB’s, Knitting Factory, La Mama,etc, Joe’s Pub,Boulder Museum of Modern Art, Lincoln Center,The Gershwin Hotel,BB Kings, Dietch Projects, and every dive and pool table in between! Featured on and appeared in: CNN, HBO, MTV,VH1, VOGUE, NY TIMES, NY POST, VILLAGE VOICE, ROLLING STONE, AMICA,GLAMOUR,and so on...(yawn, rolls eyes) ____________________________________________________________ _____________ "Am I scaring you?" he asked the crowd, which had been lulled into such a trance they weren’t even cruising each other. It was spooky and fabulous— Michael Musto