International Arts Festival- Episode Five

So the final outing of the luvvies of Khandallah.
Saturday night out to the Opera House to see “DJ Spooky” perform.
He is a mixer, multimedia artist.

http://www.djspooky.com

The show was “Rebirth of a Nation”, his working of a 1913 film “Birth of a Nation”, a KKK propaganda film, with music mixing overlay. Sounded interesting so we went along with the other Wellingtonian hip dudes.
It was different, with flim playing on 2-3 screens with his added effects and titles and written commentary, with him standing of stage mixing the music. I was a bit diappointed because the use of the film was not different enough. Music was fine but not overwhelming to me, though the better half was on the the wavelength more.
Anyway, not something I have done before so worth the effort to see something new. A better review form my accomplice, so theoverallscore for the fesival is
3/5

Happy Cultural Times

International Arts Festival- Episode Four


Last night the opera buffs were out. It was time for a Wagnerian experience with Parsifal. We booked this without knowing anything about the particular piece, as we are not in the knowledge on all things opera.

Anyway, the bottom line is the wheels came of the bus.

It was an early start, 5pm as it is a long peice and due for finish about 10pm, a worry in itself.
it was not a good venue, as the orchestra partially blocked our view, not too pleasing for $110 tickets, and by no means the most expensive. The production seemed uninspired in terms of garb with an incongrous mix of modern and traditional. The music was skillfully played and in parts grabbed the attention but singing in German does not do it for us. It came over as song that would be better spoken. With this level of frustration it not surprisingly felt too long!
Anyway the plebs left before the beginning of the third act.

To cap it all the review in the Dominion Post today raved about it. So we really did not get it. I have my suspicions the positive review was partly bigging up NZ as all singers were Kiwis and it was “important’ for wellington to put on such a production.

Learning points for future; do research before buying tickets and next opera to be seen will be mainstream. But then we are all really Italiophiles anyway aren’t we?

And a final note. When we got home I enjoyed the Bulldogs beating the West Tigers very much more. Rugby League for the ignorant.

 

International Arts Festival- Episode Three

So we went off again this time Dad and the ballet dancer in the family to see Aterballetto, an Italian company. No trouble getting to the venue on time, right place first time and lemonades all round.

Did not have any cash so did not buy a programme, but was in three parts

One; Omaggio a Bach This starkly beautiful interpretation of Bach’s musical universe explores the geometric and structural perfection of his compositions.”

This opened the show with the use of light to outline individual parts of the dancers, and seemed to present light as life with rising of sun at the beginning and setting at the end. We were up close and saw the brilliant control, strrength and flexibility of the dancers. Unusually, as many male dancers as female, all with scultured bodies and a “six pack” Some amazing movements and great choreographed interactions between the dancers. Loved it as did everyone else.

Two: Songs, “a sensual and refined pas-de-trois”,
two male and one female dancers, with almost competition between them for her. A more classical dance with its movements, timing and power.

 

Three; Cantata, “Set to a live performance of Neapolitan songs, ….evokes the passions, colours and wild beauty of the Mediterranean South. Alternately feisty and fatalistic, raucous and heart wrenching, you’ll not only hear and see the seething southern Italian street life, you’ll almost smell it.”

I did not really know what to make of this, with its singing on stage from almost street performers, as well as the dancing. The efforts of humour did not come off so well, being in a foreign language. At the time seemed like “West Side Story” meets “Carmen”, with a bit of “lingus” and similar going on. Great dancing though and certainly different music.

Overall a great night, an exhilirating performance of grace, power, flexibilty, control and innovation. A variety of dances kept the imagination stimulated.
Eleanor loved it, and Dad was a pretty cool date.

So definitely a winner, so the score is 2 1/2 out of 3.

 

Slow movements towards holiday

Not much happening as the countdown to holiday continues. Three more working days until the car is off for a trip to the camping grounds of the Bay of Plenty, with an engagement party on the way, with us camping in the host’s garden, along with a few others.
Roll on sunshine, sea, sand, surf and sailing. Kids excited by the prospect of life under”canvas”. Same for me with prospect of fishing, though I never have before. I am sure some nice Kiwi man on the beach will show us how to add practical knowledge to our theoretical knowldge on surfcasting for out tea. We are proud rod owners.
The kite will come out, or is it the three kites, so that we have enough bits to put one up in the air. Time to practice those loop manoeuvres.
No doubt I will also become “MG” the BBQ king!
Happy dreaming

Victorian Father Relents

So after being advised by modern women and mothers as to his anachronistic ways the father of the house withdrew his objection to the ear ring staging post in a young girl’s life.
Eleanor is very pleased with the outcome and reports it did not hurt too much, though she did feel a bit sick during the procedure. Mum reports she went white as a sheet.
Dad is hoping post-op recovery remains smooth.
Coming of age events are coming thick and fast for Eleanor as she has just inherited dad’s old mobile. He has upgraded fo flip top and so is trying to reach at least the 20th C. This will explain a spate of unrecognised international texts to limited contact list of dad.

School reports for the God Parents out there

A bit late in the day as these came out at the end of term, so just before Christmas, but obviously got lost in the general hubbub of activity.
Another narrow interest item, but you don’t have to read it!
extracts coming;
Isaac “is a very responsible class member. He enjoys undertaking all responsibility that he is asked to do anddoes so to the best of his ability and the minimum supervision”.
Present for good report is a trip to cinema and lunch alone with mum.
Joseph”I have enjoyed teaching Joe this year. He is beginning to take responsibility for himself and his work. Joe is always happy and has a smile on his face.well done Joe.”
Joe’s present for a good report was a trip to the ODI between NZ and Sri Lanka with dad, and even better with mates. For the especially interested, the Black Caps won.
Eleanor “..is an intelligent, friendly and popular student who models exemplary behaviour. She courteous in her interactions with both students and adults alike.”
Eleanor’s present will be taking over dad’s mobile phone when he has anew one soon. Goes to show that the nag factor does work

“I thought they would end up in Kansas”


A bit late in the day but update of the New year period. We went camping up the”cup of tea coast”, Quirkes and Rudgleys in convoy. Tents were erected, and BBQ had, and wine and beer drunk, not withstanding the beers nicked out of the campsite fridge by the local trash. The Rs were in the reserve tent-which is no more. We pitched the tents in what turned out to be a wind tunnel on a very windy night, so much so that the Rudgley abode for the night was turned into a pancake when the three sets of poles snapped. There was lots of noise and a stirring speech from Richard in Churchillian fashion, telling his family it was all fine as long as they did as he said and did not open the tent door and create a vortex. Lisa laughed and cried and got up early to amuse Sara, and children turned over and ignored dad. It was decided to move on earlier than planned and the said “quality” tent from the Warehouse went in the bin.
Back to Wellington for New Year’s Eve on the deck.