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maxcelcatDear Diary,
I have been a slacker lately, in regards to this here blog. I shall attempt to make amends.
First off, some interesting links. An interview with Woody Allen from The Age. Interesting. How about that Wiki? I recommend the article about Triumph of the Will, which I should see again. And I wanna live on Psycho Street!
Ok, enough of that crap.
Some random stuff from the recent past of moi, in no particular order.
Wednesday night I saw Eitetsu Hayashi and Taikoz, a soloist and troupe of Japanese drummers, respectively. With, of course, my bassoonist![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evildoom_bunny. This was something else - for starters they have the BIGGEST drum I have ever seen, carved from the whole trunk of a Tasmania tree, weights 300 kilos, and loud enough to get parts of the theatre vibrating in sympathy. Taikoz are an "Aussie" Japanese drumming troupe, who I saw a few years back performing with the MSO. Japanese drumming is like a dance, try and imagine a ballet dancer carrying a bass drum. I've never seen anyone so fit! It all looks quite improvised, but I suspect that every beat is planned - there's no music, but the level of co-ordination between drummers on far sides of the stage suggests that they were all working to the same plan. They got a standing ovation... Taikoz runs classes in Sydney if you're there. Although, all the percussionists I've ever met have been a bit nuts.
Had another weird dream. I was having dinner for my birthday with a few close friends - something like 100 people :-) - and my friend Pauline was telling me a story about this odd flute she'd found while traveling in the Arctic. Plucked it from the snow, an odd two-pipe thing.
What the heck was THAT dream about???
Yesterday, I was getting my arvo coffee. King Street, where I was, is a tow-away zone - if you're parked there after 4PM, the come and tow you car away! As I watched, at 4.04PM, one of those tilt tow trucks - which I well remember from the Subaru Head Gasket incident of about two years ago - came along and literally started dragging a car on to its tray. Dragging - the wheels didn't turn at all, just pulled along the pavement and onto the tray. About half way through this, the car's driver turned up, so they reversed the process, borrowed his keys, and rolled the car back to the tarmac. Nice of them, I guess.
Ok, enough for now. I've worked six of the last seven days, and I think I'm going slightly nuts.
I have been a slacker lately, in regards to this here blog. I shall attempt to make amends.
First off, some interesting links. An interview with Woody Allen from The Age. Interesting. How about that Wiki? I recommend the article about Triumph of the Will, which I should see again. And I wanna live on Psycho Street!
Ok, enough of that crap.
Some random stuff from the recent past of moi, in no particular order.
Wednesday night I saw Eitetsu Hayashi and Taikoz, a soloist and troupe of Japanese drummers, respectively. With, of course, my bassoonist
evildoom_bunny. This was something else - for starters they have the BIGGEST drum I have ever seen, carved from the whole trunk of a Tasmania tree, weights 300 kilos, and loud enough to get parts of the theatre vibrating in sympathy. Taikoz are an "Aussie" Japanese drumming troupe, who I saw a few years back performing with the MSO. Japanese drumming is like a dance, try and imagine a ballet dancer carrying a bass drum. I've never seen anyone so fit! It all looks quite improvised, but I suspect that every beat is planned - there's no music, but the level of co-ordination between drummers on far sides of the stage suggests that they were all working to the same plan. They got a standing ovation... Taikoz runs classes in Sydney if you're there. Although, all the percussionists I've ever met have been a bit nuts.Had another weird dream. I was having dinner for my birthday with a few close friends - something like 100 people :-) - and my friend Pauline was telling me a story about this odd flute she'd found while traveling in the Arctic. Plucked it from the snow, an odd two-pipe thing.
What the heck was THAT dream about???
Yesterday, I was getting my arvo coffee. King Street, where I was, is a tow-away zone - if you're parked there after 4PM, the come and tow you car away! As I watched, at 4.04PM, one of those tilt tow trucks - which I well remember from the Subaru Head Gasket incident of about two years ago - came along and literally started dragging a car on to its tray. Dragging - the wheels didn't turn at all, just pulled along the pavement and onto the tray. About half way through this, the car's driver turned up, so they reversed the process, borrowed his keys, and rolled the car back to the tarmac. Nice of them, I guess.
Ok, enough for now. I've worked six of the last seven days, and I think I'm going slightly nuts.
