Sunday, May 18, 2003
Many years ago a boy, whom I cared for greatly, sent me this quote in a letter, one of the best beginnings of a book ever:
'To be born again,' sang Gibreel Farisha tumbling from the heavens, 'first you have to die. Ho ji! Ho ji! To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly. Tat-taa! Taka-thun! How to ever smile again, if first you won't cry? How to win the darling's love, mister, without a sigh? Baba, if you want to get born again...'
Yesterday we went to see Sexual Perversity in Chicago. The stage design was fantastic. Orange blocks creating spaces and confinements. The music was great. Lou Reed and Supertramp. The fractured nature of the play was very appealing, it worked well with the subject matter. David Mamet's writing kicks serious ass. I wasn't too keen on the acting, though. Minnie Driver was the only one who could pull off the accent (ironic, considering that she is English) and still sound comfortable. Hank Azaria got loads of laughs but that was mainly because the writing is so good, I found him to be overacting slightly which meant that the further the play progressed the more he sounded like Moe in The Simpsons (which makes sense, given that he IS Moe). This also meant that the few poignant moments in the play became less so because of the staccato accents and waving of arms. Azaria and Kelly Reilly were not restrained enough for my liking - Matthew Perry was not bad at all and thankfully nowhere near Chandler Bing, but also he seemed a little bit all over the place. My favorite scenes were the ones where Minnie Driver was alone on stage talking to her kindergarten-children - that was tight and clever. Overall not a bad play or indeed a bad experience, but it was not perfect. And I still fancy Matthew Perry -
Afterwards we went to New Cross, to see a band from uni playing their debut gig. I was quite surprised how good they were - I really like the type of music, which is loud and shouty and really quite cool. The sound was not very good, though, so in the end we went down to the back of the room and hey presto: we could suddenly make out the vocals. They also played quite fucking loud and I am today still half deaf on one ear, which worries me a little bit. They are called 'The Swear', and if you should come across them, they are really worth checking out.
Got up at 7.30 this morning and proceeded to read about Emerson and the Transcendentalists. How fucking boring is my life???
'To be born again,' sang Gibreel Farisha tumbling from the heavens, 'first you have to die. Ho ji! Ho ji! To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly. Tat-taa! Taka-thun! How to ever smile again, if first you won't cry? How to win the darling's love, mister, without a sigh? Baba, if you want to get born again...'
Yesterday we went to see Sexual Perversity in Chicago. The stage design was fantastic. Orange blocks creating spaces and confinements. The music was great. Lou Reed and Supertramp. The fractured nature of the play was very appealing, it worked well with the subject matter. David Mamet's writing kicks serious ass. I wasn't too keen on the acting, though. Minnie Driver was the only one who could pull off the accent (ironic, considering that she is English) and still sound comfortable. Hank Azaria got loads of laughs but that was mainly because the writing is so good, I found him to be overacting slightly which meant that the further the play progressed the more he sounded like Moe in The Simpsons (which makes sense, given that he IS Moe). This also meant that the few poignant moments in the play became less so because of the staccato accents and waving of arms. Azaria and Kelly Reilly were not restrained enough for my liking - Matthew Perry was not bad at all and thankfully nowhere near Chandler Bing, but also he seemed a little bit all over the place. My favorite scenes were the ones where Minnie Driver was alone on stage talking to her kindergarten-children - that was tight and clever. Overall not a bad play or indeed a bad experience, but it was not perfect. And I still fancy Matthew Perry -
Afterwards we went to New Cross, to see a band from uni playing their debut gig. I was quite surprised how good they were - I really like the type of music, which is loud and shouty and really quite cool. The sound was not very good, though, so in the end we went down to the back of the room and hey presto: we could suddenly make out the vocals. They also played quite fucking loud and I am today still half deaf on one ear, which worries me a little bit. They are called 'The Swear', and if you should come across them, they are really worth checking out.
Got up at 7.30 this morning and proceeded to read about Emerson and the Transcendentalists. How fucking boring is my life???
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