The human body, moving and still.

We’re seeing “The Merchants of Bollywood” tonight. Mr. Man said he is ‘looking forward to lots of pent up dancing and high emotion.’ Me, I can’t wait to see all the bright costumes and hear the heart-thumping, muscle-twitching music! Will try not to get kicked out mid-show for shimmying too much in my seat.

Also, this Sunday we’re heading to the NGV to see Ron Mueck’s awe-inspiring creations. It’s open till 9pm (28 Feb) if anyone’s interested. Prepare to rummage around on the floor looking for your dropped jaws. Or maybe leave them there to be mistaken for part of the collection. Imagine that!

~t2~

The waiting game

I told Mr. Man, as we prepared to stand in line for 3 hours (THREE! HOURS!) to catch Salvador Dali’s exhibition at the NGV before it left Australia, that:

  • I didn’t wait 3 hours to board a boat out to the Statue of Liberty in New York
  • I didn’t wait 3 hours to get up the top of the Empire State building (also in NYC)
  • I wouldn’t wait 3 hours to meet our Prime Minister, or the Queen, or the President of the US
  • I wouldn’t wait 3 hours to meet any artist / designer / celebrity
  • I will only wait 3 hours, or longer if necessary, to see my parents or the few people most important to me in life.

But there I was, snaking my way around a jam-packed hall for 180 excruciating minutes, on a beautiful Sunday morning, to see an art exhibition, not because of a deceased artist – famous or otherwise, but because of Mr. Man himself. If that’s not an act of sacrifice, then I don’t know what is. You agree? 😉

And then 5 minutes before we could get in through that door, after, and ahead of, many hundreds of people, Mr. Man spotted a TV crew buzzing around the hall, and said to me, Hey but at least you could be on TV. Then a funny thing happened. It was as if the universe did its thought vibe stuff and transmitted his line straight to the reporter, because as we approached the door, she made a beeline for him and asked if she could interview him. A few hours later, after we got back from a long day at the gallery, the city and the beach, his friend called and almost yelled on the phone, “Here I am on my couch, just turned on the 6 o’clock news, and THERE IS YOUR MUG ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!”

So well, the artworks were fantastic, it was Dali, after all. And the rest of the day was just as beautiful. But even though we missed the news when it was aired, I reckon it was his TV debut that clinched the deal and made my day. Talk about Surrealism! 😉

dali

(The Age Sunday, 04 Oct 2009)

~sun~

Cultural Calendar & The Bar at Buena Vista

I thought I’d better keep track of the shows and gigs that we’ve been and are going to. Not to brag. Okay, not just to brag, but to have a record for myself. You know, so half a century later when I’m old and senile, when accessing the WWW from your laptop is something to be documented in a museum, when my grandkids have in-built chips in their heads to access the Net anytime, anywhere, especially when they’re away on Jupiter on a business trip. Then, then I can sit down and go through this old blog and go “Ah… the olden days. Fifty years ago on this day we went to see a Japanese Drumming show and I sulked at A. for claiming to know the way there and refusing to consult the MelWay, when clearly he didn’t. What’s it about men & maps? Pah! He still does that. Just the other day we were on the way to Mercury to play bridge for the weekend, and because he chose to drive a manual spaceship, I had to sit on the passenger seat, watching him steering us all the way to Neptune AND back, completely ignored my SolarWay shouting out directions!” You know, things like that.

Most of the time I have the best intention to write about the event afterwards.   But being a self-proclaimed Procrastinator (with a capital P), I never seem to get around to it. Wicked the musical, Cirque du Soleil’s Dralion, the French Film Festival, etc. etc. never got mentioned except for a short blurb on facebook alerting my friends to buy tix and go see them too.

So I’m thinking, for my own sake, maybe I’ll just jot down some brief info and include some links. And later when I have more time (which is likely to be NEVER), I can sit down and yap about them in detail.

Anyhow. For a starter. Tonight we’re seeing this (thanks to m’ for organising):

buena-vista-social-club

The Bar at Buena Vista – The Legendary Grandfathers of Cuban Music

The Bar at Buena Vista pays homage to the Buena Vista neighbourhood – the famous quarter of Havana and Cuba’s music legends, such as the late Compay Segundo and Ruben Gonzalez.  It is a dedication to the original spirit of the music of Cuba, the lifeblood of a people whose heritage is as rich as it is old. A cast of Cuba’s most notable and legendary musical greats, drawn from the most renowned music quarter in the World, Barrio Buena Vista.

The Bar at Buena Vista brings us a cocktail of Cuban music and dance, in the tradition of The Buena Vista Social Club, The Afro Cuban All-Stars and Vieja Trova Santiagera.

When & Where: 8pm Friday 1 May 09, @ Hamer Hall, Arts Centre

Who: m’, A., me

Extra reading material (!): Buena Vista Social Club

Aren’t they good? I’d better get ready to break into a ( very uncoordinated) tango in the aisle next to our seats.

~t2~