lunedì, agosto 21, 2006

Something's begun

Here I am again, extra bendy and ready for action. Co-habitation with Figaro has thus far been a breezy screamy lark but in my ongoing and generally futile bid to avoid discussing personal details in this blog I’ll just say things are cool and leave it like that.

So glad he got here for the tail end of the summer when there is tonnes of music I like happening in Toronto. We saw three concerts in five days – some classic Jap with the Kiyoshi Nagata Ensemble, a professionalish production of Don Giovanni , and the Cecilia String Quartet playing Kelly Marie Murphy’s “Another Little Piece of My Heart” (no relation but very emotive and beautiful) and some Brahms. The three performances leave me with four things to write here:

1. Jap drumming is really horny.

2. The production of Donny G was a little rough around the edges in terms of staging and the technical perfection of most of the musicians. The set was minimal and relied heavily on light projection. And yet its energy and the clever way it was staged in such a small theatre made it fucking terrific. The chick singers were really nice and very strong even as they acted, and I enjoyed the boy singers very much too. What Leoporello and Don Ottavio lacked in flawlessness they made up for in emotional skill and Donny G himself was the perfect slimy bastard with a great booming voice. My point is it was way more pleasurable than half the performances I’ve seen from the COC that obviously had several times the budget. The COC will hopefully figure out soon, as it moves into its new digs, that the market is flooded with talent so they should work on making their productions more engaging instead of blowing the budget on the biggest names it can afford.

3. Brahms is soooooo romantic. Brahms makes me cry sexy tears.

4. As we (biked) home we could hear the leaves curling and turning brown on the trees, and the birds deciding where to go for Winter. And the whole sound, the whole sound of Summer packing its bags and preparing to leave town. I’m sorry. It’s true. Summer is taking the evenings off. We couldn’t stay for the last movement of the Brahms even though it was making me cry because we were dressed for summer. It’s a knife in my swollen heart. I think we’re going to go to Australia in February – I can’t hack this shit.

11 commenti:

Jiri ha detto...

The summer is not as good without the winter, and its briefness makes people live it up.

Good eye and good ears...

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

You know, people often say that, but I think I want to try living a few years without winter just to see how *I* feel about it.

Melbine ha detto...

I wonder what you'd think of a year without a winter winter.

I love Brahms too. He must have been a water sign..

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

You reckon? I've nailed a Pisces and a Cancer and both of them had the musical sensibilities of plasticene. But you're a Cancer, right? And you have lovely musical sensibilities.

I don't know what I'd think of a year without winter. But I'd be bloody ecstatic to find out.

Lady ha detto...

TAKE ME WITH YOU!! why has summer gone? it makes me sooooo sad...
and so cold... take me with you.

Masonic Boom ha detto...

It's so lovely to have you back...

I feel my spirits lift when the summer is finally over. The falling leaves, the bite of the chill to the wind, finally I can relax. Autumn is my favourite season.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness and all that... (Keats makes me cry sexy tears.)

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Lady: alright.

Boom: Thanks! It's sort of nice to be back. And thanks for the perspective as well - autumn is lovely; it turns pretty colours in Canada, one can wear all one's snazzy boots and cute coats, and the farmer's markets get full of deliciousness.

I just have this mortal dread of winter. Waking up every morning in a luna landscape and HAVING TO GO TO BLOODY WORK THROUGH IT.

Masonic Boom ha detto...

Yes, but wouldn't it be cool to *actually* live on the moon...

No, wait. Actually, I lived in Upstate NY with The Lake Effect in full force for 10 years, and no, I'm very very glad of England's maudlin, grey little winters.

Though I do miss the snow when it's pretty and pristine and white, though.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

I found England's winters were great for the complexion but horrible for the mood. So dark! I suppose it's a little farther north than us Great Lakers, who get more light but also complexions dried bloodless from windchill and central heating.

Fresh snow is something special, though. It becomes a burden post-Christmas but up until then it's lovely.

Melbine ha detto...

Interesting - Brahms is a bull actually! May 7, 1833...generally though, water signs are quite sensitive and therefore nice and artistic. Too bad about the 2 you banged that weren't..

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Hah! The Madman was a Taurus. There are alot of appealing things about Taurean men, like how romantic they get, and all that romance is why Brahms makes me cry sexy tears.