Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

The Stars Are Underground

Posted by E | Posted in , , , , | Posted on 7:14 PM

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Although the all-too-familiar phrase "I should be asleep" comes to mind, I feel like posting. I always feel delightfully articulate after I've finished an essay. Why not share that with the rest of the world? And by world, I mean the five people that read this blog.

But a readership is a readership, no matter how small.

This upcoming week is both incredibly stressful and incredibly exciting. I am actually going to see Midori, one of the most famous violinists (and that's not saying much), and Yuri Bashmet, one of the most famous violists (and that's saying a lot), this week. All kidding aside, seeing one of these performers would be a huge event in my life, let alone two of them. And the repertoire they'll be performing is in a (terribly inarticulate) word, awesome. Tuesday is Yuri Bashmet performing Grieg's "Holberg Suite," Bach's "Brandenburg Concerto No. 3," and Tchaikowsky's "Serenade for Strings." Wednesday is Midori performing the Mendelssohn violin concerto, followed by a performance of Berlioz's "Symphonie Fantastique" by the famed London Symphony Orchestra.

If you haven't heard any of the aforementioned pieces, please, for the love of all things beautiful, go on youtube and listen to them. There must be at least one piece that intrigues you. (I'd recommend the Berlioz, movement V, for you classical novices, as it is so deliciously evil and demented.)

Meanwhile, I've discovered that there is something inherently (dare I say it again?) awesome about buying completely mundane things in not-so-mundane places. Well, I'm sure London is mundane for some people who live here, but for me, it's still rather exotic. I have collected a small amount of DVDs, books, and, more recently, some clothes. To me, it's the most intriguing form of souvenir. Whenever I wash my new jacket from Marks and Spencer, I will see the "UK" on the tag. Whenever I pick up "Run Fat Boy Run" to pop in to the DVD player, I will see the "15" enclosed in a circle on the cover (indicating age in the UK rating system). Whenever I compare my copy of "Midnight's Children" with someone else's American copy (which is, granted, not something I'm apt to do, really), I will know that mine is from Waterstones in London. The feigned exoticism is the entire reason that I don't absolutely hate "Transformers 2" (which I saw with some Londubs in Dublin this summer). I just dont feel the need to cart around "I Heart London" shirts or iron-cast Eiffel Towers back home with me. The french copies of H2G2 and Guy de Maupassant will work nicely for me.

Speaking of H2G2, I'm overdue for a visit to good old Bop Ad over in Highgate Cemetery.

And speaking of cemeteries (because most real segues are far too overrated), the BAFTAs were tonight! For those of you who are unfamiliar with BAFTA (British Academy of Film and Television Arts), it's Britains version of the Oscars. I don't actually own a television here in the UK, but I did follow a live blog or two and listened a bit to the broadcasted stream on BBC One (my connection was too slow for streamed video). I won't bother you with the results--you can find those yourself!--but I will say that being only 30 minutes away from the likes of Nick Frost, Edgar Wright, Peter Capaldi, Colin Firth, and various other British/Scottish/Irish actors was invigorating. Remember what I said about being an Anglophile? I wasn't lying. It was enough to distract me from my task of writing a 1,200 word essay on Rushdie (an impossible task, by the way).

But that is finished for the night, as am I. Over and out, space cadets.

It's been 3 days since you looked at me

Posted by E | Posted in , , | Posted on 4:57 AM

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I crunched through some old footprints, their edges soft from last night's light snowfall. Small things like that are magical. It's proof that something exciting happened while I was sleeping.

Yesterday, I visited the old Londub haunt--Camden town! With a shudder down my spine, I passed by the Camden Eye. The memories of a man named "Michael Jackson" who wanted four ladies for "should I say, sex" filled my mind, as did an echo of Crystal's famous line: "Why don't you just moonwalk out of here?"

As I walked through the miles of market there in Camden, I felt the absence of this summer's anxiety. I had hated Camden Town, feeling vulnerable there with the crazies and the dark alleyways. But yesterday, I loved it. It was both different and the same. Somehow, I felt more comfortable this time. Perhaps it is because I survived the "Payne" of the first impression.

I was astonished by how huge the market truly was. There are actually two markets that run together. There's the Camden Lock Market, which begins right outside of the Camden Town tube station. At the end of that, bridging Camden Town station with Chalk Farm Road station, is the Stables Market, a market that is built in the old stables, which you can actually see if you visit the shops in the basement. I enjoyed the Stables Market the most because of the way it was structured. In a labyrinth of tiny shops and food carts, the smells and sounds create the perfect atmosphere. I've always loved the smells of incense, especially when I wonder if it is really incense that I'm inhaling. Next to the hookah bars were lines of food shops whose cuisine ranged from American, to Japanese, to Indian, to Moroccan. It was an amalgamation of deliciousness. Each shop had different fare and the amount of stores focusing on antique or vintage clothing was astonishing. The sound systems (which played Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir," Bryan Adam's "Heaven," and a piece of Bollywood genius) pulled me from shop to shop, blasting my eardrums gracefully. It was a great ride. I cant wait to go again!

Today, we had our intro to the School of Arts and Education. It was a pretty great intro talk and it magnified my excitement for the classes I'll be starting next week. However, when I finalized my Creative Writing class, it turns out it conflicts with my lit class (Animals and the Other in 20th century Literature). I might have to change that course, which makes me a little sad. I was looking forward to reading Life of Pi and Midnight's Children. Hopefully, something can be worked out.

I am very excited about the musical prospects of London. Yesterday, I was looking at the schedule for Barbican hall and there are some amazing concerts during my months here. Yuri Bashmet, Midori, Janine Jansen, and Lang Lang are all coming to play with the London Symphony Orchestra, who alone is a treat. Plus, some of the programs are simply outstanding: Symphonie Fantastique, Alpine Symphony, Appalachian Spring, Shosty 5, Holberg Suite, Serenade for Strings, Mendelssohn Concerto, Sibelius Concerto. These are pieces I listen to on a daily basis and pray that I'll hear live. I have a recording of the Mendelssohn by Midori. I can see her play it live? For only £7?? I can't see how I would miss that. And Yuri Bashmet? As a violist, I could never face my instrument again if I didn't jump on that £9 opportunity!

After only 3 days, it's becoming rather difficult to contain my excitement. Imagine what it will be like after 3 weeks. 3 months! Goodness gracious!

*Edit* Well, it seems like I will be able to take Lit and Otherness after all! There was another course time. Oh, and it seems like most classes have a different structure here than in America. While my other classes are once a week, my lit class is twice a week. However, one day is a seminar, the other day is a lecture. Here is how they described it to me: a lecture is just as it sounds--the professor talks and we take notes--while the seminar is designed with class discussion in mind. Sounds awesome! Hopefully not too awesome though; I'm going to have to eventually come back and do things the Chapman way. ;)