I think this years festgoers were an age average of 22 years at the max. I felt both old and young at the same time. Too bad i caught the Hove flu which has kept me pretty much ill up until yesterday. Still, it was a fun festival. I mostly worked for Dagsavisen, but also did a little something for Pitchfork. You can check out a small photo report on Pitchfork and the rest of it over at my flickr.
That was my partner on Wednesday to a blond, long-haired short guy. He said to her with a smile on his face "I'm already a member." She smiled and held out her hand.
"Aw-right! High-five!"
I wasn't really looking at him, but I twisted around, pointed, and said "You ROCK, man!"
As soon as he was gone, she looked at me, smiling. I was going to say "I know, don't you love it when little short scrawny poufs walk by?"
Before I could, though, she asked "Do you realize who that was?" "No..." And thinking 'Why? Should I? Is he an internet celebrity?' "That was ... oh man, what is that show? Did you ever see Queer as Folk? He was Bryan's first boyfriend. The underaged one." "JUSTIN?" "Yeah!" "That was JUSTIN?!" "Yeah!" "WHAT?!"
I didn't run after him or anything crazy, but I just couldn't get over it. Damnit, and I barely even saw him. Then, I squirmed with embarrassment as I realized he probably didn't know that my "you rock, man" comment (very dorky) was in reference to joining the HRC. He is
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"Excuse me? Take a moment for human rights?"
That was my partner on Wednesday to a blond, long-haired short guy. He said to her with a smile on his face "I'm already a member." She smiled and held out her hand.
"Aw-right! High-five!"
I wasn't really looking at him, but I twisted around, pointed, and said "You ROCK, man!"
As soon as he was gone, she looked at me, smiling. I was going to say "I know, don't you love it when little short scrawny poufs walk by?"
Before I could, though, she asked "Do you realize who that was?" "No..." And thinking 'Why? Should I? Is he an internet celebrity?' "That was ... oh man, what is that show? Did you ever see Queer as Folk? He was Bryan's first boyfriend. The underaged one." "JUSTIN?" "Yeah!" "That was JUSTIN?!" "Yeah!" "WHAT?!"
I didn't run after him or anything crazy, but I just couldn't get over it. Damnit, and I barely even saw him. Then, I squirmed with embarrassment as I realized he probably didn't know that my "you rock, man" comment (very dorky) was in reference to joining the HRC. He is <short</i>. I mean, he's practically my height. I just can't get over it. He looked so tall on the show.
So many people meet celebrities on the streets. Jay Branan walked right across the street from me once. We were a few blocks away from where Robert Patterson was hit by a taxi. According to the group that's canvasing in New Jersey, the door crew knocked on Stephen Colbert's door and got him to sign up.
Truth is, a celebrity could sign up with me and I'd never realize it because I'm very bad at recognizing faces. Maybe that's good because while I'm not really a "fan" of anyone, I get star struck (which is bad). I hope one day I get to recognize someone while canvasing. With my luck, it'll be an Olson twin.
Note to self: If you ever meet a celebrity, say as little as humanly possible. I have to Remember to call Mutt, Oz/Evan, Jeevy and Tyrar.
a cold venti iced starbucks coffee, one of their very freshly done low fat blueberry muffins, a tall glass of chilled water, a nice firmly rolled up old holdborn cig and a tiny pink item. briefly, there layed ahead of me the makings of a pleasant 9 minutes.
Onze minutes plus tard,
lamenting on the unfortunate fact, that QuickTime messages-in-the-bottle cannot be popped open on the iPhone.
oh look, there's a couple kissing a few meters away from me, under the scorching late noon sun. They have the same kind of hair but different sunglasses.
estou surpreendido. compensa mais contratar uma empresa de mudanças do que alugar uma carrinha por um dia. partindo do princípio de que a informação nos flyers está correcta.
vou mudar do lado esquerdo do parque eduardo VII para o lado direito, a distância é mínima. já mudei as coisas mais pequenas, ficaram as coisas que não cabem num carro convencional. já estão desmontadas. ambos os edifícios têm elevador. só falta saber que empresa de mudanças está disposta a aceitar este trabalhito. preciso de saber o que o querem dizer com o "desde 25€ à hora". mas mesmo que fosse 50€ compensava, o aluguer de uma carrinha custa +- 70 euros dia e não vem com ajudantes.
se alguém conhecer um empresa séria diga qualquer coisa.
Todo (ok, quase todo) o dia de ontem enfiado num auditório enorme, à cunha, a participar numa mega feira das vaidades, hardcore 1º escalão, muito auto-congratulatória(!), com laivos de comício pré-campanha eleitoral. Já há muito que não saía da minha toca e estava desabituado do cerimonial dos beijinhos, dos bolinhos secos, dos jarros de sumo de laranja, e dos 'olá, tá bom?'.
Salvou a jornada a escapadela para um magnífico almoço no restaurante Ibo, ali escondido junto à estação do Cais do Sodré, voltado para o rio, e que nos traz a memória tropical e terna dos sabores de Moçambique.
My beloved readers! How are you doing? What have you been up to? It's been too long -- almost three months! -- since last we met.
I'm not quite sure how it happened, this gap in communications. It's partly because I went traveling. I spent a month in New York with only an iPod Touch to keep in touch. I imagined I'd have something to tell you about the music scene in New York, something I could tap out on the iPod's tiny keyboard. But in the end I was so busy doing other things that I hardly saw any live music.
The only new band I discovered this time in New York was Twi The Humble Feather, a trio who play acoustic guitars and sing in ways that remind me of the Animal Collective (though they're a bit tired of that comparison). In the video lounge at the back of Monkeytown in Brooklyn I saw the Twi trio play a refreshing, relaxing set accompanied by the quirky projected animations of Nobuko Hori, one half of the Matsuri-kei girlband Groopies.
When I got back to Berlin, a funny thing happened. Kyoka, the other half of Groopies, brought the touring guitarist from the metal band Korn round to my house. It turned into a real-world re-enactment of my last column, in which I attempted to scandalize my own internal "good taste Taliban" by listening to music I wouldn't normally tolerate.
Shane Gibson sat on my sofa and politely watched the Mower videos I cued up for him, before taking control of my bluetooth mouse and showing me songs by (ahem!) "progressive metal" bands Sikth and Meshuggah. I made polite noises, but my inner Taliban hated them.
Metal music out of context doesn't have to be a bad thing, though. I heard a nice example when I attended Dexter Sinister's "documents opera" True Mirror Microfiche at the ICA in London in late June. Hunched at overhead projectors or standing stiffly at podiums, actors and art world personalities performed press releases and read pages of text, interrupted occasionally by a guitarist and drummer who played very short, very loud phrases from a Napalm Death song. The dryly cerebral texts were beautifully counterbalanced by the aggressive spurts of grindcore; the dream collaboration of Apollo and Dionysus.
But the music that's touched me most over the last couple of months hasn't been Western, and hasn't been rock. I heard street musicians in the Athens district of Kerameikos playing the most beautiful Balkan mountain music on accordion and clarinet. I held a pajama party at my flat in which we played only Greek Orthodox church music and the music of the Whirling Dervishes of Turkey, and it was the most fun party I've ever had; we whirled till our skirts spun high!
Most of all, I was impressed by an American called Jonny Olsen, who's become a big star in Laos and Thailand singing his own version of the local folk music. As the No Age blog explains, Jonny was a skate kid in California who started working in a Thai vegan café and, through it, fell in love with Thai culture.
Jonny Olsen moved to Thailand, mastered the language and several traditional instruments, and began making records. He's now a pop star there and in neighbouring Laos -- an incredible cultural chameleon, and an example to us all. With love and dedication, anything is possible!
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