The Family Whose Life is Full of Music, Fashion and Fun
by Nancy A. Ruhling
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Happy together: Kazuki, Kharin and Seido.
Happy together: Kazuki, Kharin and Seido.
Kharin clowning around with her mother.
Kharin clowning around with her mother.
Shhh! Don’t tell daddy.
Shhh! Don’t tell daddy.
When Kazuki Kozuru-Salifoska opens the blinds to bring in the morning sun, her daughter, Kharin, protests.

Kharin is wearing a new T-shirt that glows in the dark and wants to see it – not the sun – shine.

She’s 8, and she forgets all about making a sartorial statement when her father, Seido Kozuru-Salifoski, distracts her with the drumbeat of the darbuka.

Before long, Kharin’s sneaking up, making bunny ears behind his head.

She thinks he’s lost in his music; he knows what she’s up to, but he doesn’t let on.

Kazuki simply surveys the scene and smiles. She knows she’s Kharin’s next target.

Kazuki and Seido come from different countries – she’s from Fukui, Japan and he’s a Roma from Prilep, Macedonia – but found each other in New York.

Kazuki, an artistic soul, made her way to America when she was 20.

“I was interested in fashion,” she says. “And I wanted to see the outside of the small city I grew up in.”

After two years at a community college in Washington, D.C., Kazuki enrolled at Parsons School of Design and embarked upon a career in fashion.

She worked for various labels, from Gap and American Eagle to Theory, and recently joined the startup Gwynnie Bee, a Netflix-like clothing subscription service for plus-size women.

Seido, whose mother was a singer and whose father was a folk dancer, was brought to America when he was Kharin’s age.

Despite the family’s musical heritage, Seido didn’t pick up a drum until he was 16.

He has never put it down.

He studied briefly at the Berklee College of Music in Boston before becoming a professional drummer specializing in the Balkan and Middle Eastern style of his homeland.

It was at a concert in New York City that he met Kazuki.

“I had a friend who was a belly dancer in that show,” Kazuki says. “I had started hand drumming to help her practice. When I went backstage to give her a bouquet of flowers, I was introduced to one of the drummers.”

It was not Seido.

“I was trying to get away from the weirdo, who claimed he could speak Japanese like a native,” she says. “He couldn’t. He was about 6 feet tall and behind him I saw this short man jumping up and down who kept saying, ‘My first name, Seido, is Japanese.’ So I decided to talk to the lesser weirdo.”

Seido smiles. He still takes that as a compliment.

Kazuki joined Seido’s group-drumming lessons. They became friends and then more than friends and moved in together.

“The plan was that I would work full time so he could spend all this time playing music,” she says.

It didn’t work out that way, but that’s okay.

Around the time Kharin was born, Kazuki lost her job and started the Creators’ Co-Op on 23rd Avenue. The shop featured jewelry, clothing and other items made by local artists.

When that concept didn’t work, she renamed the business BabyNOIR and began selling children’s clothing.

“I wear black all the time and wanted all-black baby clothes,” she says. “I couldn’t find them, so I started designing my own.”

BabyNOIR never grew up, and four years ago, it closed.

Seido, meanwhile, put his drum aside and took a day job: He’s the office manager/chauffeur for a Manhattan real estate agency.

“There aren’t as many places for me to play the drum,” he says. “I really miss playing because I like to see people dance and have a good time.”

Occasionally, he tours Europe with Matt Dariau’s Paradox Trio and plays local clubs with the Balkan Peppers.

Kharin, who has been listening to her parents and sometimes inserting her own comments, says that she has a big and busy future planned.

A student at the Academy of the City Charter School in Woodside, she wants to be an astronaut, a police officer, a brain surgeon, a dancer and a singer.

How about a musician?

Oh, that, too. Lately, she and Seido have been practicing Bach’s “Minuet in G.”

But he keeps messing the duet up, she claims.

He smiles and throws his hands up in the air.

Listen for yourself, she says.

Daddy and daughter sit down at the piano.

The bouncy notes fill the room with the sweet sound of minor and major mistakes.

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