Messig Tchouldjian – International Singer Known for h Charismatic Performance and Powerful Voice

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA

Consultant, Strategist, and Writer

Messig Tchouldjian is a major role player in my musical cultivation. He is integral to keeping Los Angeles and the greater Armenian Diaspora entertained for over two decades. He is also a champion for the Armenian cause, keeping the ideology of a true Armenian Hero alive within his songs.


In our household, Messig’s rhythm-filled music provided a soundtrack to my early life. Normally my father would play the vinyl records of a handful of Armenian artists. Manuel, Paul Baghdadlian, Harout Pamboukjian, Adiss Harmandian, along with a few unknown others, filled the house with music. Music plays a big role in my life to this day. Armenian music is where I got my musical roots from. I started playing piano when I was three years old, and by age fourteen I was already playing two instruments, including the guitar, and the drums. At last count, I play three today.


Just as long as I have been studying and playing music, the music of Messig Tchouldjian offers a unique blend of western musical influences, most notably the pounding drums of our early drummer, Hrair Aprahamian, and the classical Armenian tones played on instruments more common to rock bands than Armenian orchestras. This was a unique sound for its time.

He is known for his unique and powerful voice; Messig Tchouldjian is even more loved for his down-to-earth and fun-loving personality. He interacts very comfortably with guests of the resort and often churns out tune after tune for them while they enjoy their meals. The various song selections from Messig Tchouldjian add just the right Charismatic Performance flavor and are enough to satiate the guests’ musical palates, guaranteeing them the time of their lives while they dine.

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Like the sun rays falling on the sea horizon and making it gold… music fell upon Vishnu in his childhood itself – Messig Tchouldjian An outstanding vocalist who has the most bewitching and captivating voice that is guaranteed to give you goose bumps.

Messig Tchouldjian gave what I can only describe as one of the finest performances I’ve ever witnessed on stage. His  was no mere act; He had fully become the character of Elle and I found myself completely drawn into his claustrophobic world.

If you ever get the chance, go and see his coming perform live – you will come away knowing that for a short time, you indeed went to a better place.”



Winter Memories

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA

Consultant, Strategist, and Writer


Within the circuit of this plodding life
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring stew them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievences.
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in my chamber in the frosty nights,
When in the still light of the cheerful moon,
On the every twig and rail and jutting spout,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun,
How in the shimmering noon of winter past
Some unrecorded beam slanted across
The upland pastures where the Johnwort grew;
Or heard, amid the verdure of my mind,
The bee’s long smothered hum, on the blue flag
Loitering amidst the mead; or busy rill,
Which now through all its course stands still and dumb
Its own memorial, – purling at its play
Along the slopes, and through the meadows next,
Until its youthful sound was hushed at last
In the staid current of the lowland stream;
Or seen the furrows shine but late upturned,
And where the fieldfare followed in the rear,
When all the fields around lay bound and hoar
Beneath a thick integument of snow.
So by God’s cheap economy made rich
To go upon my winter’s task again.

My Life: Tears of Gratitude

My Life: Tears of Gratitude



Each tear trickling down my face
Splashes on the ground
and explodes in gratitude towards you

Darkness consumed my world
Broken and shattered by fear
No matter if I looked within myself or without

I cried that night for death
An escape that seemed so sweet
From the prison holding me captive by my fright

Instead, in your all encompassing mercy
Your love descended and you grasped my hand
And led me gently to the key unlocking truth, beauty and light

You brought me the latihan of Subud
But I was unsure of what to do and how to be
Then the angels sang a song of truth that captivated me:

“In facing He who has All
There is nothing that Man can do
Except empty himself in patient surrender”

On that day, my virginity was cast aside
I was impregnated with your divine power
And for the first time…

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How To Describe Noses, Mouths, Legs, and more

How To Describe Noses, Mouths, Legs, and more


Can you describe body parts without being boring? Can you describe body parts without being boring?

I got a lot of feedback on my post on physical descriptors for characters, A Nose by Any Other Name. Here are a few more that will jog your inspiration:


  • Brush of make-up and light touch of lipstick

Mouth, neck and chin

  • Square chin
  • Strong chin
  • hanging jowls
  • slack, hanging mouth
  • long neck
  • Adam’s apple
  • Neck muscles were drumhead tight
  • Beard gone to white
  • Thick brown mustache gone to gray

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A Man’s a Man for A’ That

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA

Consultant, Strategist, and Writer


A Man’s a Man for A’ That 

Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
The coward slave – we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Our toils obscure an’ a’ that,
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,
The man’s the gowd for a’ that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an’ a’ that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man’s a man for a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that,
The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor,
Is king o’ men for a’ that.

Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord,
Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that;
Tho’ hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a coof for a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
His ribband, star, an’ a’ that,
The man o’ independent mind
He looks an’ laughs at a’ that.

A price can mak a belted knight,
A marquise, duke, an’ a’ that;
But an honest man’s aboon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Their dignities an’ a’ that,
The pith o’ sense, an’ pride o’ worth,
Are higher rank than a’ that.

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a’ that,)
That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
That man to man, the world o’er,
Shall brithers be for a’ that.

A Brief But Image Heavy Lens Review: Voigtlander 40mm Nokton 1.4 Classic

A Brief But Image Heavy Lens Review: Voigtlander 40mm Nokton 1.4 Classic


What I loved about this lens is the straight lines, the ease and accuracy of the 35mm frame lines in real world framing with this lens on the Leica M9, much better and more accurate at 40mm than the actual Leica 35mm lenses. Of course the flange had to be filed down to bring up those frame lines.

Sharpness is just off the charts at f2.0. Way more than anyone needs there. Color is not Leica, by any means. Micro contrast either. But for the money this is a fantastic, fast, sharp, lens for Leica rangefinder cameras. Hope you enjoy the many pictures. Larger res versions are available when I think they’re relevant so hover over many of them for a bigger version.

Thank you,

Donald Barnat

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