eumelia: (little delirium - silly)
I just got back from the Cirque Du Soleil!

Holy shit it was gorgeous, I'm so happy I made the decision to go, drag my parents along with my niece and nephew to the show.

The show we saw is Alegria and I was a bit overcome at some point, feeling tears in my eyes at such a beautiful spectacle.

I'm really not sure what the over all story we were the audience was supposed to perceive, but I didn't care, I was seeing people fly through the air, contort into shapes I didn't know were humanly possible and clowns who were actually hilarious and not grotesque; you couldn't understand a word they were saying, but they managed to emote everything.

The acrobatics started with the a double flying trapeze act, two trapeze artists doing cork screws in the air and hanging by their ankles on the apparatus. The gasps in the audience were audible throughout; my hands hurt after every act.

The tumbling on the trampoline were death defying, I kept expecting the artists to crash into each other - the trampoline was an X shape on the floor of the stage (uncovered for the act, and covered up again to be a hard surface)the somersaults were out of this world, just superb.

There were several acts with the clowns, all of them bellyachingly funny, but the act after the Russian Barre (which had a little stumble, but like a cat the acrobat looked like he had meant to do that by doing a backwards somersault onto another bar and nailing the fucker like it was a hop and skip down the road) was by far the best, because they mocked the act and had a member of the audience be all shocked and awed at being up there with them.

The contortionists, hand balancer, fire dancers and object manipulators were all mesmerising. The contortionists moved from one position to another like their made of liquid silk.

I have a soft spot for fire dancers, because I'm afraid of fire, so seeing them light their torches with their tongues and hold the flames on their feet, I'm not ashamed to say the hairs on the back of my neck and my arms stood on end like I had an electrical current go through me.

The final act was the flying trapeze. I think I've used up all my words. Let's just say my mouth was hanging open.

And that's what I did this afternoon.

I do believe I win.
eumelia: (music)
I went to a K's Choice concert with friends last night.

Third row centre. Fuck yeah.

My friend ordered the tickets two months ago, as it was an acoustic and sit down concert, it felt very intimate and close - despite the hundreds of other people in the audience with me.

K's Choice have been a favourite of mine for a while now, well since the last time they were in Israel really! I "discovered" them on Buffy, even though I'd heard their songs on the radio and seen them on MTV (so innocent and young... I need to acquire Daria somehow.)

I won't go into detail, but suffice to say, because my life has been kicking my and mine's collective asses lately, I needed this concert like burning.

Because K's Choice's songs, bar none, are poignant and this being an acoustic event... well, my friends very much agreed that I was dehydrated by the end. I know, big deal, I cry all the time, it's something to note when I don't cry. I was emotionally drained and cried out - there were a few songs that had me bawling and I really had to control my breathing to not outright sob. But there you have it.

But I think I'm warranted at this point in my life to be really weepy all the time.

After the amazing concert we went to a cafe right next to the theatre and had French toast at midnight. I love having breakfast before bedtime.

And despite the fact that my laptop's screen decided to die and I cried myself to sleep - waking up and seeing the screen working as though last night never happened cheered me up greatly.

I still feel like I've been sucker-punched over and over again, and just as emotionally drained by last night, but I guess having a good thing happen (along with the birth of my nephew, who I think about whenever I want to have a do-over of the January) amidst all the bad stuff can be a good thing.
eumelia: (little death - thinking)
One of the most wonderful things about Swan Lake is the music. Tchaikovsky is my favourite classical composer, and besides the 1812 Overture, very likely his most well known melody is that damn theme:

It was that theme and of course the entire story of the ballet that accompanied the gruesome story of suffering we are put through when we watch Darren Aronofsky's Black Swan.

Cut for spoilers, deep thoughts and possibly scathing reviews )
eumelia: (fangirl)
Well, not really. Just, second day of the Semester and I wonder if I'm going to make it.

I managed to create, without meaning to, a Sunday course schedule in which I have seminar called "Hysteria and Paranoia in the 19th century novel", followed by a course named "The Poetics of Trauma" and I finish off with "Between the Tragic and the Tragedy: A critical theory".

Totally unintentional I swear.

Hilarious, I know.

Once again, my past academic failings have come back to haunt me and I'm taking intro to Sociology and woe I am to read "The Communist Manifesto", again. And Emil Durkheim, again.
I do, however, have the same TA I had last year for Anthropology and that makes me happy as I really enjoyed his exercises.

Tomorrow should be more relaxed, still, an 8:30 class *headdesk*

I met up with [personal profile] roga yesterday and today and I had really fun talking to her, I may sign up for Yuletide.

Speaking of fannishness!

Two creative women on my f-list, [ profile] rm who I have been reading for a while now and [ profile] mithrigil who I've started reading recently, are making a musical!
And we get to help them!
You can do so by going to the Kickstarter page of Dogboy and Justine, a new musical about life, love and head injuries.

I'm super excited about this project, because I love off-beat musical theatre and I have a yen for stories of marginalised bodies and sexualities, so when you have a show about dominatrices and nueroatypical brains and minds, this gets the thumbs up.

Not to mention that it's by two women about women.

It's awesome!

[ profile] rm commented and added a few details about the project, FYI:
In case your readers are curious, the show is 5W, 3M in its current configuration. All the women except one may be cast as any age/race/ethnicity/size (the other has to fit with one of the male characters a certain way). I would also be happy to cast transwomen in any of the roles, and we are also open to women living with disabilities -- although some would fit with the nature of the characters better than others and would not be a plot point.

The 3M may also be cast any any race/ethnicity/size, although age is a specific factor in the casting for at least two of them. While we don't know if it will be possible, we're open to casting neurologically atypical character with a actor living with a relevant disability.

And we have a lesbian romance b-plot!

It's a really affirming show that totally isn't about equality, but because of its setting, lets us really try to provide opportunities for actors who aren't always easy to cast in mainstream theater. The catch? We're determined to make this relatively mainstream theater, without compromise, because we believe that people want to see people like themselves on stage.
eumelia: (music)
I had completely forgotten about the K's Choice concert.

In early August a bunch of friends were talking about the fact that the band was coming back on tour to Israel, as they had performed earlier this summer.
I was "oh, cool" and asked my friends to get me a ticket. It was a club venue and not very expensive so I forked over the cash without much thought in mind.

Promptly I forgot about it. See, I like K's Choice, but they have never been a huge part of my life any more than simply really good music, you know.

Until I got a call on Saturday night from [ profile] nurint asking me if I was excited.

I asked: "About what?"

she said: "Uh, K's Choice?"

I was like: "Huh? OH! Right?! Yes, totally. Um, when is it?"

I was laughed at and got myself hyped up.

It was amazing. I'm speechless and can barely talk, I was shouting and screeching and flailing and OMG my legs were killing me! (they A/C was crazy and I was freezing so my knees completely locked up, also I'm on my period so I kept worrying that I may be, um, leaking... yeah.

They sang a huge amount of songs and everyone sang along, duh, we even did entire verses of a song or two.

Sara is really beautiful, cheek bones upon which you can cut glass and she so cute rocking out with a different guitar for every song! The bassist did a stage dive, but he's this fairly large guy and the majority of the audience were tiny Israeli girls, so it was a tad awkward (and scary). I was not there, I stood on a platform a few meters away from the stage, so there were a dozens of people in front of me, but I was above them so they weren't in my way!

Gert is an amazing guitarist, I was really moved by his rendition of "Shadowman", like I had tears rolling down my cheeks moved.

The performance was split into two parts. Kinda acoustic in the beginning, with the whole band sitting down and singing more softly and intimately. The second part was totally rocking it out, with everyone jumping up and down and everything.

Just amazing.

What's honestly amazing about K's Choice is how genuinely sweet they seem. As most of you know, there is constant effort to convince musicians and performers to boycott tours to Israel. K's Choice didn't obviously. And they were constantly in telling us that they'd never had such an enthusiastic audience like in Israel.
It warms the heart to hear something like that, no doubt, it's very nice to hear that we're an awesome audience.

While we stood in line to enter the club I heard many people talk about how awesome K's Choice were for not boycotting Israel and how they burned Elvis Costello and the Pixies for doing so.
Personally, I think Elvis Costello and the Pixies suck for cancelling their performances after people already bought tickets to the shows.
You wanna boycott, fine, don't come, but don't show your ass by saying you will and then deciding you can't take the heat from political critics.

I can't boycott Israel, the most I can do is boycott stuff made by Settlement businesses in the West Bank, but I'm part of the economy and I'm not going to stop being a part of it because I think bands and musicians I like shouldn't perform and make money for an economy built on the exploitation of others.

So, yeah, I didn't say any of that, because honestly I think I would have endangered my life by saying that I think the boycott is a good idea.

We're an awesome audience. They're an awesome band. In a perfect world, it would be enough. They said they'd be back and when they do, I'll be there again, they really are magnificent performers and maybe next time the letters they get telling them to boycott will be unnecessary.
eumelia: (little dream - observing)
Last night was a cultural outing with the family. My sister, sib-in-law, dad and I piled into the car and went to see Mikhail Baryshnikov dance.

Yes. That Baryshnikov.
I find it horrifying that some of my friends said "Oh, that guy from Sex and the City.

Any way.

It was a lovely evening of a joint production of the Baryshnikov Arts Center and the Suzanna Dellal Centre featuring Three Solos and a Duet.

Baryshnikov is a beautiful, beautiful man. This is the first time I've ever seen him live. I've seen him dance a few times on television and I have to admit that his nose flared up my fetish.

Seeing him, albeit from a distance, was amazing. It wasn't a classical performance, seeing as the production centres are modern ballet and dance centres, but Baryshnikov is all classical - not a hard line, every movement was a work of art.

He had a dance partner for two of the dances (yeah, one of the Solo's was a pseudo-duet), Ana Laguna, who is a modern ballet dancer and she was superb as well, but their different styles didn't mesh that well, despite the amazing chemistry between them - only during their synchronised movements did I feel that they really communicated, other times, they seemed to be props and tools for each other - which looked great, but you know... more craft than art, compared to when they each danced alone.

The first dance (we all broke into applause when he came on stage), Valse-Fantasie. was a lovely plotty dance to the music of... "Valse-Fantasie" by Mikhail Glinka, about a guy who falls in love with a girl, the love is unrequited, he leaves the country, comes back after a few years and discovers he doesn't love the girl any more.
Baryhshnikov danced the best in this, he was totally in his element and it showed, I couldn't possibly begin to describe what it looked like.

The second dance, Solo For Two (excerpt), with the music of Arvo Part (fur Alina, for Arinushka, Spiegal im Speigal), which was mainly Ana Laguna being very dramatic and sensual. It was a mourning tale, what with the shoes and erotic hip movements. I enjoyed it immensely.

My sister, who is a dancer, didn't like it. She said it was too obvious. I don't know, maybe I'm a sucker for Drama. Also, I don't grok dance very well, it looks pretty! I'm a very unsophisticated viewer when it comes to dance, I'm afraid.

The third dance (and my personal favourite), Years Later, with the music of Philip Glass, Melodies for Saxophones Nos. 10, 2, 13 and 12, was a very self aware piece and incorporated video footage of Baryshnikov himself and he dance along with himself! In total synch! It was fantastic.
It was also quite sad, as the title suggests, it was a bit of a retrospect of himself, because besides videos of himself as he is now (which he danced to), there was old old footage of himself as a young dancer when he leaped so high and so wide. The lighting was designed in those moments to create a silhouette of Baryshnikov which was displayed on the movie screen and as his young self leaped, he looked on and held the small of his back as though it ached.

The man is 62, after all.

It also gave me a hankering for Philip Glass.

The last dance, Place, with the music of Flaskkvartetten, was the proper duet between Baryshnikov and Laguna and it was a lovely dialogue of styles. As mentioned above, their synchronised moves were brilliant, but during the actual dances together they were as much props to each as the table of stage was and I wonder how much of that was deliberate, as the dance was that of frustration and of different styles of creating space and doing things in that space - so maybe I wasn't so off the mark.

I haven't managed to convey one little bit the brilliance of this performance. I loved it, felt privileged being able to see it and my hands were read from the clapping. We just wanted him to dance some more. Alas, not even a standing ovation could do that.

Selfishly, I'm glad the impending cultural boycott hasn't stopped me from enjoying this evening.
eumelia: (Default)
As promised, more on The Man and the amazing concert last night.

First of all, the getting there. It was very much encouraged that people use public transportation because, well, parking would have been an issue.
The doors to Ramat-Gan stadium (where the concert was performed) opened at half-past five pm, I wanted to be there by at least quarter to seven or seven, since the concert was scheduled to start at quarter to eight.

Suffice to say, that is not what happened. Read some more on how we finally arrived to the stadium )
We walked into the stadium at twenty to eight, I hugged Tami and her folks (she was the genius who managed to actually get us tickets the night sales went live, damned lucky as this concert was sold out in a few hours), we found our seats, had two minutes to relax before the lights went out, the stage lights went on and there he was.

The Man and his Hat (Tami was taking pictures the whole time, I hope I get to show them to you).

What a charming stage persona he has, he was skipping! He said it was a honour to be here and that he was dedicating the concert to Bereaved Families for Peace as per my previous post, which got me crying, it was a very clever and non-confrontational way of bringing in the "issue" I suppose. I'm glad he mentioned it at least and didn't ignore the contention of him performing in Israel, because it is a big deal and Cohen is a very big name.

He then began to sing.

Being the dork that I am, I wanted to write down the songs; I always carry a pen, but alas I did not have a notepad so I quickly rummaged around and found a post card - it was this post card, so there was plenty room to write on both sides.
Oh! Before I forget! On the big screens which broadcast his performance, there were Hebrew subtitles to almost all of the songs, because lots of Israeli artists just wanted to be able to sing him in Hebrew so over the years there have been lots of translations.
Having the subtitles was just too great no to mention.

The Song List with some of my reactions to them )

And then he sang the Passage from the book of Ruth: "Wherever you go..." which was amazing and then he gave another prayer in Hebrew. Amazing to hear that old fashioned Ashkenazi accent, as modern Hebrew accent is Sephardic... I was all very emotional, as is evident by the amount of tears I shed.

Cohen is probably one of the more evocative poets and singers of our time. I can honestly say that he's one of the artists that when I heard for the first time clutched my heart and pulled out my lungs. And it really was So Long, Marianne, because it was the first song of his that I listened to.

It was an amazing night and getting back home was far less dramatic than getting there. My dad I were gushing the whole way and it really was one of the best evenings of my life.

I love Leonard Cohen even more than I did. His gravely and deep voice is the kind of voice I always imagine myself having when I speak about something I'm passionate about, but it's so far from the voice I actually have which is more often than not high and strident... I can never modulate it to the depth that I want.

One other thing, Leonard Cohen has a grand, beautiful and very sharp aquiline nose (I have a nose fetish, really, I'm not kidding) and he's a seriously good looking (to me) man.
I think my dad kind of looks like him.
Yeah, I think my dad is handsome.
I think youngest daughters are supposed to think that, no?

I hope I managed to convey here what a powerful evening it was. That weird and awesome feeling of being intimate with thousands of other people.

I think I need another cup of coffee.
eumelia: (Default)
I just got back from the Cameri production of Fiddler on the Roof - Hebrew, obviously.

Friends, readers and lurkers... it was fucking. Amazing. Awesome. מהמם. אדיר. Unbelievable.

It was mind blowing. Couldn't have been better if they'd tried.

I'm just... in awe at how well done it was, my hands are still hurting from the amount of clapping I put them through.

Not only was the acting amazing, the choreography was fresh and updated, the singing was amazing.

I was in row eleven on the floor, so I had the perfect view (minus a giant head that happened to belong to the person sitting in front of me... grrr) and didn't miss a thing.

I'm so happy my sister had an extra ticket for me (and at the last minute for my mother): Leigh, thank you very, very much!

Here's a taste of what I saw this evening - This is a video of the Cameri performance from June 8th 2008:

The quintessential FOTR song! )
eumelia: (Default)
Israeli-Palestinian Comedy tour

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.
eumelia: (Default)
I just got back from the live performance of "Once more with feeling" at the "Tzavta" hall at London Mini-store.
While the show itself was good (a broader review tomorrow when I can concentrate), it is not okay that they started it an hour behind schedule, it pissed me off and ade me rush to the bus.

I do not enjoy running in Tel-Aviv in the middle of the night.


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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


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