Last weekend, I spent another lovely evening at Hackney Picturehouse. I actually went slightly early and did my homework for my creative writing course, which consisted of ‘observing’ people in a crowded place. It really is a great place to people-watch…but then I end up people-watching all the time (it’s just a nicer way of saying I’m nosey really, isn’t it?)
Yakov Protazanov’s Aelita was first released in 1924, and is set in 1921. It was apparently the first science-fiction film to come out of the Soviet Union, but to be honest, the ‘sci-fi’ bit of it isn’t the main story.
A strange radio transmission is being received across the world, and one of the recipients is an engineer called Los. Newly-married to Natasha, the message intrigues Los and he starts day-dreaming of its origin.
We cut to his dreams, which are of the woman of the title – Aelita, Queen of Mars. Although Aelita is supposedly the Queen, she doesn’t really seem to have much power – that is down to the Elders. One of the inventors has built a special ‘viewing machine’, which he shows to Aelita, and she becomes obsessed with Earth, and especially one man – Los himself.
Meanwhile, Los & Natasha have been told that they have to take in a lodger, Elrich. Unknown to them, Elrich is married, and his wife is currently working on Los’ colleague, conning him out of his money. Elrich too is abusing his position and stealing from the State (the political messaging in the film is unmistakable throughout!). However, Los becomes fixated on his misguided suspicion that Natasha is having an affair with Elrich, and this in turn pushes him into day-dreaming more about Aelita.
This film is absolutely bloody bonkers!
I could see echoes of Dr Caligari in it, especially in the Mars-based sets, and I could also see shere it probably influenced some of the scenes that came a few years later in Metropolis. Some of the Mars costumes were truly odd – one girl had trousers that looked like bird cages, and there was a large amount of perspex in the costumes of the Elders – some great perspex hair and beards (see above).
However, there were a lot of scenes where me and my mate looked at each other and just said “WTF??” — I think the total surrealism of it all added to its appeal though, as I have been thinking back over it a lot over the past week.
As for the live score, Minima were once again fantastic – atmospheric, haunting, spot-on! I especially liked the dog bark that one of them managed (was it the cellist??)
I have already booked tickets for me and my mates to their double-bill at the Prince Charles Cinema next month – Dr Caligari again but also Nosferatu, which I have never seen
The film was accompanied by the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra and conducted by the composer of the live score, John Scott.
One of my friends had asked me if I had seen the film before, and I said that I vaguely remembered seeing it, and the only lasting impression I remembered was that it was very ‘fast’ – speeded up, like the end of the Benny Hill show.
This certainly wasn’t like that, and so I was confused as to what I had seen, until I read the blurb in the programme.
Composer John Scott (he seemed a lovely man, and after the performance, he asked Douglas Fairbanks’ granddaughter who was in the audience, whether she thought he would have approved!) originally turned down the idea of creating a new score for the film when approached in 2006 by the City of Nottingham.
One of the reasons he gave was “I found the film unbearable, all the characters moved in a stilted way, far too fast and the whole effect was quaint and unreal.” So perhaps my memory of the film hadn’t been wrong after all. they then slowed the film down to ‘real time’ action and John Scott realised that the film was now a very different subject, and that he would be able to compose the new score.
The film was actually far more lavish than I had been expecting – it apparently cost a rumoured $1million…in 1922…and at the time was the most expensive film made.
The sets were absolutely amazing for the time, including a full-scale castle built especially for the film. The jousting scenes at the start included a huge number of extras, animals and grand costumes and sets.
The film was often suprisingly dark, often laugh-out-loud funny (sometimes even intentionally!) and literally had Robin and his merry men skipping around the forest in their tights. Yes, literally. Grown men skipping.
The athleticism of Douglas Fairbanks was also a wonder to behold. Whenever they rushed off to their horses, he literally leaped over rocks, bushes, etc and jumped straight into the saddle, while the rest of the men put on a brave show of trying to heave themselves up via their stirrups while he got a head start on them.
And the score – it was faultless. Sometimes I glanced down from the screen and was almost shocked to see a full orchestra there playing, as I had momentarily forgotten that it was live, so seamless were the action and the music.
It was a fabulous evening in gorgeous surroundings, and a film that I am glad I now have a better memory of, with a faultless live score – I loved every second!
I wonder what will be my next silent film with live score experience…
I will levae you with a non-slowed down clip…pretty gruesome, aye?
This time next week, it will be the first anniversary of Amy Winehouse’s tragic death.
I’m not generally a particularly soft-hearted person, and although I have felt a tinge of sadness when a celebrity has died, I am not one of those to get all weepy and claim that I loved them, and that their very existence changed my life etc etc.
I remember it was late on a Saturday afternoon and I had been having a bit of a doze before going for a night over the pub, when I first saw the messages coming through on Twitter that she had died. I remember quickly turning on the news channels and flicking from Sky to BBC and back again. It was a story that felt inevitable and yet it was still shocking. She was just 27. She was amazingly talented.
I was stunned. I was even more surprised when I realised that I was crying. I sent a text to The Man who was already over the pub, and then I put my Back To Black album. Followed by Frank. I cried some more. Such a waste.
I also remember that there were a lot of people who tried to belittle her death as the day before had seen the absolutely shocking murders of 69 people by Anders Behring Breivik. Many people were posting on various social network sites saying things like, “Get it in perspective, this is one druggie girl as against a huge number of innocents!”
I found that particularly hard to deal with. Why did one have to be weighed up against the other? Why couldn’t people be upset about both events?
Personally, I think that the reason that Amy’s death struck a chord with me that day in a different way to the Norway murders was because the murders were just too catastrophic, sickening and difficult to even comprehend. Whereas the loss of a young, talented, troubled girl was far more easy to picture, understand and believe. It doesn’t mean that I wasn’t as disgusted and shocked by the murders at all, and my heart went out to every one of the victims and their families – and those poor kids who will have to live with that memory for the rest of their lives.
Anyway, this is meant to be a review.
I got this from Audible as an audiobook. The foreward and the epilogue are narrated by Mitch himself, but it is understandable that he wouldn’t be able to read the rest of the book, so that is done by Rupert Farley – and he did a commendable job…I imagine he was picked because he sounds somewhat like Mitch, and he managed to read with what sounded like so much pride and emotion that during a lot of it, I forgot that it wasn’t Mitch!
This whole book is heart-wrenchingly full of love. You can feel it with every story. From Amy’s childhood, as a precocious, funny, impossible-to-teach child where she found school a bit of a bore, and longed to perform to her well-reported rise and subsequent fall and tragic end.
There were particular moments that must have been difficult for him to write – the time that she met Blake who he quickly realised was a bad influence on her and the moment he finally realised that Amy was actually doing Class A drugs and had a habit. This wasn’t any old father-daughter relationship, they were a tight-knit unit and not a day seemed to go by that he didn’t speak to her.
From the moment he realised she had a habit, he kept diaries and documented Amy’s life – the highs of Frank and Back to Black, various live performances and her Ivor Novello awards to the soul-destroying years of trying to get her to give up the drugs and her subsequent descent into alcoholism.
Hearing Mitch’s side of the various tabloid stories, Blake’s imprisonment, Amy’s stage-fright, the fights with Blake’s family and the fact that she had been off of Class A’s for three years before her death were quite eye-opening.
On the last day that I was listening to this, I was wandering around Camden (where I have worked for 5 years) and I took a different route to usual and walked past Amy’s old house while I was listening to Mitch telling the tale of when he found it for her – and it all just felt so poignant.
Everything feels laid bare, and I doubt if anyone could read this without wanting to give Mitch Winehouse a massive hug while they shed a few tears.
Last week, Waltham Forest council put on another concert as part of The Big 6, as a ‘celebration’ of being an official Olympic borough.
You may remember my trip to Party On The Pitch – this again was a free concert with a random ticket ballot. Unlike Party On The Pitch, I think this was absolutely fantastic.
I have to say, it probably helped in some way that the weather on the evening of July 5th was gorgeous – an unexpected occurance considering the weather this summer. The crowd was also extremely varied.
Urban Classic is a real musical mash-up – the BBC Symphony Orchestra playing with urban hip-hop artists. It had its first outing in 2006 to much acclaim and earlier this year it apparently had a very successful run at the Barbican (which somehow passed me by – shocking for a Barbican member, as this is right up my street!).
Luckily, last week it literally WAS right up my street, taking place in the Chestnuts Showground behind the iconic Walthamstow Town Hall. There were loads of food stalls and I had a gorgeous chorizo, red pepper and rocket roll No alcohol though, and no food or alcohol allowed onto the site. they even nicked my hairspray which was a brand new can and I hadn’t taken out as I’d come straight from work Boo!
There was a great atmosphere with everyone happy to be out somewhere being entertained for free in the sunshine. There was such a mix, as you can expect, with loads of kids down the front cheering and shouting, unable to contain their excitement for seeing Fazer (from N-Dubz), Skepta, Devlin and Ms Dynamite (who I had actually heard of!) and then others (the oldies, like me) who were looking forward to the 85-strong orchestra (although personally it was the whole mash-up that appeals to me personally!) and (like me) had brought along their foldy chairs
First of all there was a rather random DJ, who, although enthusiastic, unfortunately came across as a kind of local radio DJ with an over-abundance of sound effects, he was particularly fond of a breaking glass one, which after a while we found really amusing. he even houted “SHABBA!!” a couple of times. I can’t believe that he was cool even to the yoof, but bless him, he got the party started.
The orchestra kicked it all off with Jules Buckley conducting and then were joined by each of the artists in turn – I even got to sing “Ms Dynamite-ee-hee” which is the only part I actually knew from any of the tracks (I am SO old)…but it was all amazing…I loved every single second.
At one stage, Fazer was joined by Ed Drewett for their cover of Englishman In New York, which was really good, but this was totally blown away when Ed Sheeran joined Devlin (I think they’ve collaborated many times) for their cover of All Along The Watchtower that is being released as a single. I hate to say it, as the original really IS a classic, but I loved it a hell of a lot more than I should’ve done.
Here’s my vid of that part:
There was an unexpected firework show to end things, and we all went away feeling thoroughly entertained and extremely happy. this was a total success, as I said it was so much better than Party On The Pitch, and I think appealed so much more to the diverse population of the borough. I hope there’s the opportunity for more things like that – I would be willing to pay to see such a brilliant show on my doorstep!
I’ve been a little out of sorts, and this blog has borne the brunt of that by not being updated for SO long. I have a stack of reviews and stuff that I have started but not finished.
2nd June was Field Day Festival at Victoria Park. My first festival of the year – and a lot earlier than usual due to the sodding Olympics!
it was a bit grey and drizzly all morning, and I was bemoaning the fact that i didn’t have wellies, and I was going to have to go and buy some at short notice. The Man said “Let’s just see how it goes – you might decide you don’t want to go at all!”
Chance would be a fine thing!
Field Day is lovely, but their entry system is absolute chaos every year. You stand in a queue outside for at least half an hour! Allowing time for the terrible entry, I knew I had to be there in time for Django Django who were the earliest on-stage band that I wanted to see.
There was one amusing point when we actually got to the bag-search area and this group of rather overly-made-up girls in the line next to us had an absolute panic when they were informed that they weren’t allowed to take aerosols in. There was much spraying of hairspray and dousing in Impulse or the such like – with it being passed around the lot of them.
Once inside, the sun was shining brightly and it was extremely warm – it’s like there is a little micro-climate above Victoria Park, due to the mass of hot sweaty bodies at the festivals. We grabbed a couple of ciders and made our way over to local boys, Django Django who had certainly drawn a huge crowd for that time of day.
They were everything that could be expected and more – they are definitely way better live than their recorded stuff (which is pretty bloody good anyway!). I was extremely impressed. Deep thumping beats, a giant tambourine, excellent drumming and just right to get the party going. if you get a chance to see them at a festival this year, make sure you do!
To be honest, they were my favourite of the whole day, although it’s not like the day went downhill from there or anything. Being the first festival of the year, and the weather being unexpectedly decent, there felt to be rather more people there than there have been over the past couple of years – it’s given a far smaller area than Lovebox, and it did seem incredibly crammed. However, I hadn’t been to Lovebox at that stage…more on that later!
It is an incredibly ‘hip’ festival too. it feels like someone has picked up the entire population of Hoxton / Shoreditch and just dropped them into Victoria Park. Me & The Man are acutely out of place – but we love the people watching. it’s great picking out those efortless girls who wear stuff that would be totally ridiculous on other girls, but it just works because they convey the right attitude. And then the girls (mainly) where they’ve just tried way too hard, and it shows.
Last year’s hipster accessory of choice appeared to be rather a lot of facial hair. Considering most of the crowd are early – mid 20s, last year it felt about 90% had facial hair (on the blokes). that seemed rather disproportionate to ‘real’ life. However, this year’s male hipster accessory of choice appeared to be a cool Asian girlfriend. Honestly! It was VERY noticeable – and I wondered what had brought it about. Any ideas?
One of the things I love about Field Day is that they have huge boards with the whole timed line-up for each tent near the entrance, with clear directions, and then line-up times on boards at each tent. it is a REALLY good idea!
Anyway, the rest of our Field Day went like this:
Afrocubism: I have seen them before, and to be honest, I didn’t really feel like they completely ‘brought it’ with them on the day. even so, lying on the grass, in the sun, sipping my Pimm’s and listenign to them was a very pleasant Summer feeling.
Andrew Bird: Obviously very talented, but not totally my kind of thing. Again, felt a very nice ‘summer day’ sound lying on the grass.
Grimes: Completely different sound, she’s a little bit whacky – sometimes folky, sometimes more electronic. i’ve never been very good at genres, hence linking to a place that I know can explain far better than I!
Metronomy: Well, everyone knows them don’t they? Electropop heavy synthy stuff, most known for the Look, whcih everyone went wild for when they played it. they were way better than last time I saw them 18 months ago, when they wore these big lights on their chests and seemed a bit up themselves.
It was also during Metronomy’s set when security obviously spotted someone doing/dealing drugs as this skinny lad suddenly made a bolt for it, persued by two hi-vis’ed big guys. As he leapt over people’s heads, the crowd cheered in unison, egging him on. Until he was ambushed by a third man who wrestled him to the ground, face-down in one rather violent move, and the only crowd went “Oooooooooo”, imagining the pain!
We did go to see SBTRKT next, who I was quite keen on seeing, but he started late, and then there was a huge problem with the sound, and then I really wasn’t feeling it. So, we went to the very popular Bodean’s burger stall, expecting good things. my chilli cheese fries were fabulous, but The Man’s burger was extremely disappointing!
TOY: We popped by to see them, and they were certainly interesting. Billed as a ‘Korg Delta led 5 piece’ – I had no idea what Korg Delta was, but it is apparently a keyboard / synth. there’s a LOT of synth music around at the moment, it seems.
The Vaccines: By now it was starting to spit a little, so it was nice to get along to a tent. The Vaccines gave good festival – they sang the crowd pleasers and put on a show, everyone singing along to Post Break-Up Sex was a good feeling! Was a really good set.
Franz Ferdinand: The headliners. and they did it in style. Great visuals, played all the favourites, good crowd-interaction and made us all smile through the rain. and by now it was raining. Really raining. Quite hard. I have to admit, that we did leave before the last couple of songs, knowing that the walk back to the park entrance wouold allow us to still hear them, but cut out about 15 mins soaking time.
I must be getting old!
In summary, Field Day, I shouldn’t like it, it’s not really aimed at me, but I DO so like it and will definitely be going again next year!
You may remember that we went to see The Cabinet of Dr Caligari last month, with live score by Minima. I had never heard of Piccadilly before, and was looking forward to seeing a late 1920′s London! This time, the live score was performed by Igor Outkine, a Russian accordianist.
Piccadilly is a slightly odd film really – it follows the story of Valentine Wilmot, owner of the successful Piccadilly club in Piccadilly Circus. A lot of their success is said to be down to dancers Mabel and Vic.
On the night that we join them, a disgruntled customer causes a disruptive fuss about a dirty plate which sends Wilmot scurrying off to the kitchen and scullery in turn to find out how this happened. Whilst there, he sees a Chinese dishwasher (Shosho) dancing on the table. He fires her immediately.
Meanwhile, the disruption to his dance has vexed Vic so much, that he plans to leave Piccadilly for Hollywood, and tries to get Mabel to go with him, declaring his love. Mabel however is already in love with Wilmot, and tells him no. Vic then goes to quit, but Wilmot fires him first.
The film then follows the story of how Wilmot encourages Shosho to dance at the club, the conditions she enforces and increasing Mabel’s jealousy.
The film includes scandal, racism, dancing and eventually murder.
There are lots of close-up shots of eyebrow-raising (mainly from Valentine), sly looks (mainly from Shosho) and shock and horror (mainly from Mabel).
The whole film felt quite long, and there were parts that just seemed really random, with long shots of not very much, giving no progression to the story – in fact seeming to get in the way of it at times. I often found that I was busy giggling at some random thing that someone had done in a rather bizzarre manner.
Igor Outkine played an accordian the like I had never ssen before, and he told us right at the start that he was improvising. His accordian was an electric one (I assume), and sounded of many, many different instruments, from drums to piano to trumpet – which was very effective.
However, I am not sure that Piccadilly is a particularly easy film to improvise a soundtrack to, as it flicks through emotions and moods rather quickly and has a LOT of scene cut-aways (you will see what I mean in the clip below). It was also almost TWO HOURS long and he played admirably without a single break. Pretty amazing really.
Anyway – for £20 including a rather bloody good homemade burger, chips and coleslaw and a nice glass of wine / £9 without food & drink (or £18 / £7 for members like me!) it was a really good evening out, and we will probably be going along to the next one. The Great White Silence on Sunday 24th June.
I will leave you with this. Charles Laughton played ‘the disgruntled diner’ in the film. And if I hadn’t seen this, I never would have known that Monty Python’s Mr Creosote was actually BASED on someone already dreamed up. He was, wasn’t he?
As part of the ‘Olympics celebrations’ (don’t get me started), Waltham Forest are holding The Big 6 – six free events put on for residents of the borough. There has already been Winter Wonderland and fireworks for New Year, neither of which were of mch interest to us.
Party On The Pitch was a pop concert, free to all residents, with tickets allocated by lottery. I thought The Girl might like it (being 12 and all that), so applied for tickets early on. I have to admit, as the acts were annonced, my internal raver kept dying a little inside – Alexandra Burke, The Saturday, Scouting for Girls and finally Cover Drive.
I didn’t get tickets originally, but a friend did and ‘donated’ his to us (as he was off to watch West Ham) which gained us entry to the Gallery and free drinks and nibbles — which certainly cheered my mood up (It was nice to jump the long queues afetr we got off the bus too!)
I have to say, from our vantage point, the crowd seemed a little sparse, which was disappointing, as people shouldn’t really apply for these tickets if they have no intention of showing up – a good, solid crowd certainly adds to any artist’s performance!
I missed who the ‘compere’ for the day was, but I have to say, he was actually really good for the family-friendly audience. Just the right amount of cheese and forced jollity without being too over the top.
First on stage was local girl, Mizz Camara – at just 15 she can play 6 instruments apparently, and although she only sang two songs (and played the trumpet too!) she had a very strong voice and is certainly someone to watch for the future – yay for homgrown talent
Next up were Bajan group Cover Drive, who I had never heard of, but The Girl seemed to know most of their songs and hapily sang along and danced. They weren’t too bad at all – easy listening, a bit souly, but what impressed me most was the amazing midriff of the lead singer – my God she was totally ripped! Anyway, The Girl would now like their album, and I have no issues with that at all.
We were then entertained by Kaleidisco, a rather odd five-piece act from Ibiza. They consisted of a guy on bongos/drums, a girl on saxophone, a couple of neon-clad dancers, seemingly improvising to the backdrop of dance tracks spun by their DJ. A rather odd choice for the venue, I must say. However, I can imagine that they are qite effective in-situ in a proper club.
Then came what I was dreading most, and unfortunately my fears were completely with reason. The Saturdays were down to four (apparently they’re usually five) as one of them has just had a baby. They looked very good – all jewelled corsets, hot pants or short skirts and high high heels, perfectly made-up and coiffed.
I didn’t know any of their songs, but that hadn’t really made a difference with the first two acts. They really weren’t my kind of thing obviously, but personally, I don’t really think that they ‘brought it’. They seemed very much to be going through the motions, with no real stage presence, chemistry or character. I guess all I have in my mind to compare them to is Girls Aloud or The Spice Girls, and although I’ve not seen either of them live, I have seen clips of shows etc, and The Saturdays were nowhere near the same league.
In fact, well before the end of their set, The Girl said she should probably go to the loo as we knew Unity UK were going to be on at some stage, and she was worried they would be straight after The Saturdays and we’d miss them!
She was right too – even though they only did a short piece, local dance group Unity UK were definitely the highlight for me. The Girl had wanted them to win Got To Dance – but they got pretty close! Do check out their audition if you haven’t seen them before.
Alexandra Burke was up next – and I at least recognised a couple of her songs, and The Girl was happily singing along, and dancing – as were a few of her friends that we bumped into…they had dance routines and everything (oh to be that age again!). She certainly seemed to have a LOT more stage presence than The Saturdays, and a pretty impressive voice too, which I wasn’t really expecting. She also had two VERY hot dancers, that got a whoop out of The Girl when they took their tops off. A whoops off of lots of women and girls actually (and a fair number of men).
Then was the longest wait of the day (which to be completely honest wasn’t that long a wait at all!) and then Scouting For Girls came on stage. At this point, I had managed to convince the steward that seeing as many people had just left (probably to get younger kids home and miss the rush), that there should be no problem with letting us onto the pitch where we managed to join one of my friends.
I have to say, I always thought Roy was quite cute, and the songs were always proper pop sing-a-longy type creations. Good for what they were meant to be, and as it was the end of a pretty nice day with The Girl behaving herself, and the band were obviously well up for it, it was quite easy to give into the pop-pressure and sing along to songs which I didn’t realise I knew the words to!
They were a good finale to a very nice free day.
I have just asked The Girl for a quick review: The highlight for her was also Scouting For Girls as it really made her want to dance around, low point was not being allowed onto the pitch until right near the end. She also loved singing along to Halleluljah and other songs with Alexandra Burke.
Now, I am especially looking forward to Urban Classic which I have managed to get tickets for. Far more my kind of thing!
Just for balance, I bumped into the infamous Walthamstow Scene whilst there, and you should read his writeup too, as I think he has very different opinions to my own
A couple of weeks ago, me and three friends went along to Hackney Attic (top floor of the wonderful Hackney Picturehouse – where I happened to take The Girl to see the brilliant Avengers Assemble yesterday) to see a one-off showing of 1920 silent film The Cabinet of Dr Caligari.
This featured a live score by 4 man band Minima.
The film itself is often thought of as one of the most influential horror movies. It is a lesson in German expressionism – the sets are all highly stylized, with a lot of sharp, jagged buildings and furniture, disproportionate sets and backdrops that were painted on canvas.
The actors also often played their roles in a rather odd and jerky manner (think the Smirnoff Judderman advert) and I read that it is believed to have introduced the twist ending in film.
Obviously these days, watching such an old film, a lot of the melodrama and horror and over-acting seems rather amusing in places, but it doesn’t detract from a solid tale, and some truly iconic scenes and memorable moments.
This was completely enhanced by Minima’s score. i had never heard of Minima before, but I will certainly be looking out for them in the future – they were amazing. This definitely wasn’t your usual silent film score. They’re funky, and definitely more of a rock band, but the atmosphere they injected into the film was truly outstanding.
Minima consist of an electric guitar, drums, bass, and the necessary spooky cello – and you wouldn’t believe such a wide-range of moods and sounds could be emitted from such a tiny number of instruments…they were fantastic.
The film for this month is Piccadilly (which I had never heard of, let alone seen!) again at Hackney Attic on the 20th and will have a live score by Igor Outkine on the accordian. I will probably be going!
I will leave you with a clip.
I am so behind on my blog – I have been suffering from VERY bad insomnia and other various run-downness lately that I just haven’t had my head together to formulate my posts!
Anyway – just under two weeks ago (ahem), I went along with a friend to see a youth orchestra playing at Cadogan Hall (where I recently saw Maz Jobrani).
The Orpheus Foundation offers a platform for young musicians to be part of a real performing orchestra, and play both free rehearsal and paid / fundraising concerts. The performance that we went along to was one of the more fun ones as they were playing themes from TV and music – kind of the ‘entry level orchestral experience’
The first half were classical pieces that happened to have been used in film:
- Camille Saint-Saens – Danse Macabre (Jonathan Creek) – I’ve awlays loved this one
- Giacomo Puccini – O mio babbino caro (A Room With A View)
- Sergei Rachmaninoff – Piano Concerto #20 (Brief Encounter)
I loved Danse Macabre as ever, but unfortunately although i’m sure the other two peices were played very well, it just reiterated my previous feelings that piano concertos just aren’t really my ‘thing’. I love the piano – especially jazz etc – but personally pianos don’t tend to work for me as a focus in an orchestra as they detract so much from the gorgeous sound of the collective instruments.
Anyway, the second half was all scores composed for film – a real John Williams extravaganza. In fact, they actually began by playing the 20th Century Fox theme tune, which was amusing.
- Jurassic Park
- Schindler’s List
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- Indiana Jones
This half was the crowd-pleaser. We all knew and loved the tunes, and Indiana Jones in particular is hornily fantastic! (As in I love the horns, not anything else!).
I have never seen Schindler’s List, nor heard the theme. A violin soloist (Leonard Schreiber) came on to play it and it was SO haunting, and he was so amazing that I felt completely moved. Although some of the faces that he pulled during his performance did in fact make me feel that I’d just done the dity with him!
All in all, it was a fantastic night, and I would definitely like to see the orchestra perform again. especially as we started giving some of them nicknames. Not very imaginative nicknames admittedly – Spikey Heels, Giggles, Grumpy…
I am not a massive festival junkie – I have been to Lovebox every year for the past seven, and I have been to a few others over the years, but they have always been day festivals in London. However, I do love my music! And I have VERY eclectic tastes.
This came to light a few weeks ago when one of the Awesomestow Twitterati asked for a Saturday morning music suggestion, and @martingreaves suggested Afro Celt Sound System who I have LOVED for years. I tweeted this fact, as did @mr_omneo and as these things happen, within a couple of days, the three of us had bought tickets to go to this year’s WOMAD festival in Wiltshire, along with The Girl!
The Girl has NEVER been to a festival – of any type at all…and *I* have never been to an overnight one. in fact, considering me & my family went camping about 6 times a year when I was a kid, it may come as some (or no) surprise that I haven’t even been camping since I was about 14. However, I know The Man went to WOMAD with a large group of friends every year for about 10 years – but not for the past 6! He didn’t want to come as he thought it might be a bitweird for him.
So, we packed our bags – luckily Martin had all manner of camping equipment – and off we went.
I could go on an on for ages about how brilliant it was, but I will try to keep it to a minimum
Things I learned at WOMAD
- Festival food has come a LONG way
- £8 for the weekend for me & The Girl to use the La-Di-Dah loos was the best £8 I spent! (Ceramic flushign loos, running wtaer in the sinks, hand-driers, uniformed attendants, people with scrubbing brushes, mirrors, toiletries…)
- Bubbles make EVERYONE smile
- Kids will sleep through anything
- Some people (in other tents) snore VERY loudly
- Many women do the 5am ‘I-can’t-wait-for-the-loo-any-longer’ dash from their tents
- My daughter really IS totally adorable
- Festival-goers are a bloody lovely crowd
- Drums are fab
- It’s amusing to see a lot of very respectable-looking white-haired couples in their 60s smoking spliffs and giggling to themselves
- It’s amazing how many times you can bump into exactly the same people over and over again in a crowd of 35,000
- I just loved the eclectic mix of music – but it was amazing how many acts I already knew!
- My daughter wasn’t to be a beatboxer
And this was MY WOMAD
- The Boxettes (workshop – where The Girl actually got up on stage with them)
- Pacific Curls
- The Boxettes
- Alabama 3
- Taiko Meantime (Japanese drumming workshop)
Alejandro Toledo & The Magic Tombolinos
- Hassan Erraji’s MoRoccan Rollers
- Faiz Ali Faiz
- Oi Va Voi
- Rodrigo y Gabriella
- Baaba Maal
- Procession practice
- Amparo Sanchex (Spanish singing workshop)
- Breaking the Guiness World Record for Mass Participation Air-Guitar (oh yes we did, we smashed the Aussies – 2,227 of us rocking out to Purple Haze beating the previous record of 1,883)
- The Dhols of Jaipur (Indian drummers workshop)
- Kitty, Daisy & Lewis
- I Am Kloot
- Creole Choir of Cuba
- Booker T Jones (and yes, he did Green Onions!)
- Gogol Bordello
It was a fabulous experience. The Girl loved every second of it. She loved the singing, dancing, drum-playing, tambourine-flashing (yes, I have had a flashing tambourine for years that I took along with me) moment of it – oh, and the eating. She loved the eating.
Festivals aren’t what they used to be. No burger/hot-dog stalls to be seen anywhere – everything was fresh, lodas of it was healthy, and a hell of a lot of it was organic and/or vegan. Apart from the churros and chocolate which were a massive hit with her too!
So – next year, we will be going again. This time, The Man is coming with us (I bumped into HIS friends who had gone for the first time again since having their 2 kids – so now he thinks it may be OK after all!) , and another friend who was totally gutted that I had gone without him this year.
I feel surprisingly stress-free, chilled out, happy and warm (that will be the slight sunburn!).