Oh Rose, thou art sick

mercredi, octobre 24, 2007

Dream

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We were in this building/ place which seemed to be a combination of the Palatine in Rome and the British Museum. We had to lock ourselves in at night because the statues would come alive at 1 o'clock. Unfortunately, the gates closed at 10 o'clock so we had to be in there a while. Wise One, you were in there too but you decided you wanted to get some food so you left over the wall. I didn't like it that you just left me, I was hungry too so I decided to get some food as well. I climbed over the wall but didn't see you so I started walking various streets and ended up in a rather shady mall. This big dark man kept following me, so I went to and fro and he followed my moves so I asked him why he was doing that and at that moment he vanished.
Then this woman was following me, I asked her why she was doing so and she said she wanted to find one of those Body Shop kind of things. We saw one in a dark passageway but it seemed closed. We went through a white door which closed behind us so we couldn't get back. It turned out we were on a sand road where vehicles were crossing like mad. It was already five to 10 so I decided there was nothing left to do but follow the sand road. The woman that followed me didn't speak English, she was Eastern European or something, blond hair. So cars were racing by and we walked in this cloud of dusty sand till we met with some slick gay motored police officers in leather who were standing by the roadside. Their bikes were extremely low. I started talking to them and said we had to be somewhere and could we please get a ride. Two of them rebuild their motors with amazing speed into higher two-seaters. Most of them had left already but these two were left with us. They put the blond woman on the front of a bike and put me in the back of that same bike. Before I could protest they had left. Luckily the controls of the motorbike were in my hands. In no time racing across the sand road I had perfected the art of steering the bike around.
Suddenly we were teleported into a big hall of the place I started at, which was like the Palatine and the British Museum combined. This hall was the main hall, with a huge ceiling and a gigantic round square (where the Big Elephant created havoc some other night we were in this place), lots of statues all around the square and a big staircase leading down to the front doors (not the same as the gates that closed at ten o'clock, those were outside) guarded by a little gnome. I thought HA!, turned the motorbike around on the square and raced down the staircases towards the door and the little gnome. Apparently we didn't like the gnome. He ducked aside, we crashed the front gates and this huge statue fell apart into a million pieces.
I stared into it's blank eyes and felt extremely triumphant.

jeudi, octobre 18, 2007

ANI!!

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So I've not been really inspired to write silly stuff, too busy and tired..
But yesterday I went to see Ani DiFranco in the Melkweg. Really really great show *sigh*

First of Hamell On Trial, he was pretty funny (so not really funny songs on his myspace, except 'I Hate Your Kid', but I really like 'Hail' on there. He's on Ani's label: Righteous Babe Records.
Ani said he made her promise to do a lot of poems, so thanks to him, we got two! Unfortunately only short ones, but strong nevertheless. Especially 'My I.Q.' is wonderfully rebellious.
So in preparation of the show I watched the performance of 2004 on fabchanel (which I also attended, as my first Ani concert - if you want to see look under concerts for Ani DiFranco), and she started with exactly the same song (Names, Dates and Times). After the second song some girls called "Ani, it's our birthday" (this also happened in 2004, then she went on singing Happy Birthday, not now though, cause she wasn't messing with guitars). The guitar thing is actually quite funny, every song she gets another one handed to her..
The third song was Manhole, and I was starting to think; who, there's a lot of repetition here (not that I minded, I adore Manhole); and just after the song she actually started apologizing for probably repeating a lot of the songs she did last time. She said she just had these inspirations when she got to certain places she wanted to play specific songs.
Her performance was fantastic (with a great drumster and a contra-bass player), but she was a bit quiet. Just as I was thinking that she began apologizing for being a bit quiet, asked for audience questions and on came the baby-questions. So she talked about her daughter Petah (nine month's old, oh yeah) and the funny name giving, how offended people reacted when they hear it (you say it just like Pita).
She also had two new songs, and sure enough one was about the baby. Young mothers always have to have baby songs. It wasn't that bad though, (not like 'Sleeps with Butterflies' (so I know I use the reference for my wall, so what? The song can still suck although it has a great line)) oh wait no, the bad one was 'Ribbons Undone', and of course 'Seaside' or other gewy stuff. Or like the Nields with an entire album of children's songs *shudder*. The other new song was way to sweet too though. Obviously she's really happy right now.
I can't find a video from last night yet, but here's one from Brussels 6 days before.