this weekend i discovered a whole new musical genre
russian improvisation jazz...
itt started out as your cliche impro jazz with grey intellectual men in their forties, wearing sloppy clothes, looking very serious... and i started to regret my impulsive action, but once i got into the 'groove' (oh no, am i really using this word?!
) it became this kind of abstract music that completely fitted my state of mind... abstract but with emotion... maybe it's the russian influence but through these unusual rythms, weird sounds you could feel the emotion. Emotion that was something bigger... Maybe it was about the irony of life, the way you try to grasp things and then it feels like it's slipping through you fingers...the pain that it causes...the impossibility, the struggle...
but also the lightness, which is sometimes almost unbearable...more unbearable than the dark parts...
but maybe this is just me talking, and not the music
anyway, hurray for the russians
and yesterday i saw one of my favourite choreographers: Hans van Manen
he made some beautiful ballets and it was great hearing him talk about his work, with the attitude of someone who knows that he is good and doesn't take no for an answer
i used to go to the ballet when i was young and after a decade of focussing on other things i see myself going back to it...watching some of the things i saw when i was a child and seeing something completely different then i used too
oeff, that was enough high brow culture for one weekend...please give me something cheap and raunchy to dance to, with a lot of alcohol and a terrible hangover
russian improvisation jazz...
itt started out as your cliche impro jazz with grey intellectual men in their forties, wearing sloppy clothes, looking very serious... and i started to regret my impulsive action, but once i got into the 'groove' (oh no, am i really using this word?!
) it became this kind of abstract music that completely fitted my state of mind... abstract but with emotion... maybe it's the russian influence but through these unusual rythms, weird sounds you could feel the emotion. Emotion that was something bigger... Maybe it was about the irony of life, the way you try to grasp things and then it feels like it's slipping through you fingers...the pain that it causes...the impossibility, the struggle...but also the lightness, which is sometimes almost unbearable...more unbearable than the dark parts...
but maybe this is just me talking, and not the music
anyway, hurray for the russians
and yesterday i saw one of my favourite choreographers: Hans van Manen
he made some beautiful ballets and it was great hearing him talk about his work, with the attitude of someone who knows that he is good and doesn't take no for an answer
i used to go to the ballet when i was young and after a decade of focussing on other things i see myself going back to it...watching some of the things i saw when i was a child and seeing something completely different then i used too
oeff, that was enough high brow culture for one weekend...please give me something cheap and raunchy to dance to, with a lot of alcohol and a terrible hangover
Sounds like an intense but fun weekend. And I guess I agree with you, in that I do like high brow culture and intellectual conversations, but really it's quite nice to tune out and switch off for a while. That's why I'm watching the football recently! (No I don't especially like football usually, but it's easy -watching...)
Things are picking up for me, thanks bassgirl- my holiday was more stressful than I thought as my wife had to fly back to the UK to be hospitalised leaving me with the girls. I had a quiet and calm time with my favourite little people, but since she's been ill I'm having do more 'stuff'!
you working yet?