Dark Bombastic Evening – 12.12.2009
The night of TRIORE, CASCADEUR, KIM LARSEN, TRIARII, ROME, ORDO ROSARIUS EQUILIBRIO and SPIRITUAL FRONT.
There are no words to describe the night spent at the Silver Church. So i`ll leave you to enjoy the pictures.
TRIORE
CASCADEUR
KIM LARSEN
TRIARII
ROME
ORDO ROSARIUS EQUILIBRIO
SPIRITUAL FRONT
And so another fine night ended. Looking forth to the next event.
101 Dalmatians
One of my childhood favorites movies. Or let`s say animation.
We all know the story of Pongo and Perdita and their 15 puppies. The adventures they have, the journey that Pongo and Perdita take to save their puppies, stolen by Cruella De Vil`s associates: Jasper and Horace.
When I first saw this movie I immediately fell in love with dogs, winter and, quite unsuitable to say, the English lands. Although now, after years and years since I saw the animation, (in this time I never saw it again) I realized that there are some mistakes: visual, in dialogues, but I passed them.
I always loved the idea of the “twilight bark”. The canine 911 if we can say so. From dog to dog, the news about the ‘dognapping’ that hit Pongo and Perdita`s home, spread through almost all England.
And the adventure begin. The long journey of Pongo and Perdita, was ameliorated by animals that they encountered along the road, and helped them beat the cold weather outside. Not only they received help from fellow creatures, but also from other creatures. Their goodwill can show us the kindness and aid that one can rely on, and the kindness that we people can show one to each other. A feature that we, humans, should have.
A happy part that I must say I laughed at, even now after years and years, is the part that the puppies, lead by that weird cat, tried to flee from Horace and Jasper, the puppie`s kidnappers.
The way back to London, all of the Dalmatians, is filled with ‘goods and bads’, happy and sad situations. But never the less, a happy ending was predictable, we are talking about a kids movie.
A very good animation, an animations that will teach children about demeanour, what a hand given out to those that need it means. All in all it`s also an educational animation.
This is an animation that I will play to my kids.
Mary and Max (2009)
Astazi am avut placerea de a urmari un film dragut. Film nush daca e bine spus, hai sa zic mai bine animatie.
‘Mary and Max’
In primul rand faceti cunostina cu Mary si cu Max:
O poveste simpla despre o fetita pe nume Mary din apropierea orasului Melbourne, Australia, ce traieste cu o mama alcoolica si un tata ce are ca hobby impaiatul pasarilor, si are ca un prieten o gaina pe nume Ethel; si un barbat pe nume Max din mijlocul oarsului ce nu doarme, New York. Barbat obez cu probleme mentale, ce are 3 teluri in viata: prieteni, ‘The Noblets’ (desen animate) si ciocolata. Max este inscris intr`un club pentru cei cu probleme de greutate ce vor sa slabeasca. Max se duce la psiholog. Lui Max ii place sa joace la loto. De ani de zile foloseste aceleasi numere. Max are un pestisor ce a fost schimbat de mai multe ori dat fiind scurta durata a vietii pestelui. Mai are un papagal, niste melci si o pisica gasita pe strada ce a ramas doar cu un ochi datorita unor copchii foarte ‘cuminti’.
La un moment dat, cand Mary era la posta cu mama ei care “imprumuta” (a se citi fura) o cutie plina cu plicuri, Mary se uita prin cartea de telefoane, si alege un nume la intamplare cui sa`i scrie – fiind dornica sa afle de unde provin copiii in America.
Asa se face ca Mary incepe sa`i scrie lui Max, cerandu`i la sfarsit sa`i fie prieten.
Povestea se continua pe vreme ce anii trec, si ei se sfatuiesc in diverse probleme cum stiu ei mai bine. Mary se marita cu vecinul ei, are un copil, se duce la facultate, scoate o carte despre problema psihica a lui Max. Max intre timp castiga la loto si isi cumpara o provizie pe viata de ciocolata si o colectie completa cu jucariile desenelor animate ‘The Noblets’.
Filmul se termina in apartamentul lui Max, in care Mary venind in vizita cu pruncul ei in spate si doo geamantane, il gaseste pe prietenul ei mort. Dar constata ca el a murit fericit, privindu`si tavanul plin de scrisorile primate de la ea.
Un film foarte fain. O poveste ce unii din au trait`o (ma refer numa la partea de pen-pals), o poveste ce ne readuce aminte despre lucrurile simple in viata ce ne pun un zambet pe fata, o poveste despre o prietenie adevarata ce trece cu bine peste toate gropile in care da. O poveste despre o lume tulburatoare, dar in care putem gasi pe cineva in care avem incredere.
Cateva cuvinte mi`au ramas in cap din acest ‘film’. Cuvinte scrise de Max catre Mary: “When I was young, I wanted to be anybody but myself. Dr Bernard Hazelhof said if I was on a desert island then I would have to get used to my own company – just me and the coconuts. He said I would have to accept myself, my warts and all, and that we don’t get to choose our warts.
They are a part of us and we have to live with them. We can, however, choose our friends and I am glad I have chosen you. […] You are my best friend. You are my only friend.”
Un film ce merita vazut.
In dormitor
Povestea incepe cu un cuplu. Un cuplu mai neconventional, am putea spune: Frank, student in primul an, venit acasa pentru vacant de vara, si Natalie, o tanara mama a doi copii, in divort cu Richard Strout, un barbat predispus la violenta.
Cei doi copii sunt total diferiti: Jason agreaza noul prieten al mamei, dar Duncan il iubeste pe tata, si doreste ca acesta sa ramana cu ei.
Parintii lui Frank sunt de pereri diferite fata de relatia fiului lor: Ruth Fowler, mama, dirijoare a corului scolii, desi o place pe Natalie, nu este de accord cu relatia lor, avand in vedere ca viitorul fost sot al Nataliei este inca in jurul lor; Matt Fowler, tatal, doctoral orasului, accepta relatia fiului lui, creazand ca nu este o relatie serioasa.
Treburile devin serioase dupa ziua de nastere a lui Duncan. Petrecerea a fost data la casa familiei Fowler, a venit neinvitat Richard. Vazand ca nu este binevenit a plecat. Seara s`a reintors, gasindu`i pe cei doi indragostiti impreuna. Astfel l`a lasat pe Frank cu ochiul vanat.
Dar lucrurile deja se afunda, cand dupa o discutie intre tata si fiu, Richard afla de la Duncan ca Frank mai petrece noptile pe la Natalie. Astfel intr`o zi, dupa o cearta intre Natalie si Richard, acesta pleaca pentru cateva ore, Natalie ii cere ajutorul lui Frank, dar Richard il gaseste in casa si fara regret il ucide.
In tribunal se stabileste cautiunea, iar procesul are ca verdict crima fara premeditare, si pentru aceasta Richard va putea sta intre 5-15 ani in puscarie. Richard iese pe cautiune si mereu are drumurile intersectate cu cele ale doamnei Fowler, ea nemaiputand suporta sa vada criminalul copilului ei liber. Astfel sotii Fowler ajunge in pragul disperarii.
Matt ajunge sa il ucida pe Richard, in fata cabanei prietenului lui, care a acceptat sa`l ajute sa se razbune.
Avand in vedere ca asa s`a incheiat filmul, am ramas totusi cu sufletul la gura. Acest tip de final este pe aceeasi linie cu imaginea filmului.
Per total este vorba de o drama traumatizanta, ce te face sa te uiti mai atent la cei din jur, avand in vedere ca astfel de cazuri se pot intampla si realitate.
New stuff
Avand in vedere ca sunt mult prea multe chichite ce le am, am decis sa fac un alt locsor pentru acestea.
Seelenlos o sa raman numai pentru carti, muzica, filme, stiri.
Leiln, noua treaba, va fi pentru piticii mei pe creer.
“If you are what you eat, I could be you by tomorrow.”
Niciodata nu mi`au placut asiaticii. Nu mi`au facut nimic saracii oameni da nu imi plac de nicio culoare. Sa fie din cauza faptului ca atunci cand ma duc acasa si merg sa fac cumparaturi cu ai mei in jur de ora 6 juma vad numa asiatici? Sa fie vorba ca m`am saturat ca oamenii sa spuna ca noi am avut comunismul chinezesc cand de fapt am avut modelul rusesc? Orice asociere cu asiaticii, nu conteaza ce tara din partea aia, pur si simplu imi starneste niste batai dure in stomac.
Si azi cautand ceva noutati pe net, prin presa, am dat peste stirea asta: “Supa de fetus uman, delicatesa pentru bogatanii chinezi”. Stirea mi`a fost procurata de cei ce au facut ca stirile de la ora 5 sa fie atat de faimoase.
AVIZ CELOR CU CU INIMI SLABE! Pun poza:
Am ramas cu ochii cat cepele, mi`am tras suflul si am dat click pe imagini. Primele imagini nu mi`au starnit cine stie ce greata sau revolta, ca deh am mai vazut pe net avorturi si stiu cum arata un fetus. Dar ultimele trei poze m`au facut sa ma intreb cine permite asa ceva. E totusi o forma de canibalism. Deci sa inteleg ca Fish si Chikatilo au fost condamnati degeaba? Pe nedrept?
Albert Fish a fost bolnav mintal si a ajuns sa comita canibalism de placere. El a fost prins datorita unei scrisori trimise catre familia unei fetite ce a ajuns sa fie victima lui. Acea scrisoare continea: “Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her, on the pretexte of taking her to a party. You said yes, she could go. I took her into an empty house in Weschester. I told her to reamin outside. She picked wild flowers. I went upstairs and striped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not, I will get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in the closet untill she was in the room. When she saw me naked she began to cry and tried to run downstairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama.First, I striped her naked. How she did kick, bite and scratch. I choked her to death. Then cut her in small pieces, so I could take my meat into my rooms, cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to her entire body. I did not fuck her. Thou I could have, have I wished. She died a virgin.”
Andrei Chikatilo a trait o viata grea. Te trezeai dimineata si mergeai pe strada si vedeai parti umane in gurile cainilor, vedeai la vecinul in farfurie degete umane, te intrebari de unde le procura. O copilarie destul de traumatizanta. El a ajuns sa omoare si sa consume partile genitale, sa mutileze victimele inspre a`si oferi placere.
Dar, acest articol nu are ca tema criminalii in serie ce au pasit pragul canibalismului, ci are ca tema canibalismul modern, curat. Ne`am obisnuit cum asiaticii au la baza mancaruri pe baza de caini, gandaci, maimute, sobolani. Dar sa ajunga sa deguste fetusi, e prea de tot.
Mi`e teama sa ma gandesc la ce stiri va aduce ziua de maine.
Imparatul mustelor
Dupa ceva ore bune petrecute in fata unui ecran ce transmite radiatii din cauza unor proiecte ce cu greu le`am dat de cap (tind sa multumesc: unei persoane in mod direct si alteia in mod indirect), observ ca se face ora 3 si ceva noaptea. Nefiind adormita dar totusi avand nevoie de ceva ore de somn, am zis sa ma bag in pat si sa`mi incerc norocul cu ceva filme date la teve. Neavand program am inceput sa butonez.
Si norocul o tinut cu mine: am dat peste imparatul mustelor. Nu am prins vr`o 20 de minute din inceput, dar asta nu conta. Auzisem multe vorbe de bine despre acest film (1990). Nu vazusem nici filmul, si nici cartea n`o citisem. Da, mare pacat, stiu!
Sa zic totusi despre ce e vorba: 12 copchii, cu varste pana in 12 ani, au ramas naufragiati pe o insula cu (,) capitanul lor, care acesta intr`un final moare de mana lor, din frica mai mult. Tipologia si ierarhia umana sunt bine definite. Odata cu moartea capitanului lor, grupul compact si bine organizat de baieti, devine din ce in ce mai subred, pana la urma divizandu`se in doo: un grup bine organizat, rational condus de Ralph, si un grup ce e fuarte aproape de primitivism condus de Jack. Acest din urma grup, prins in euforia vanatorii de mistreti si dornici de a fi ei cei cu ultimul cuvant de spus, ajung sa nu mai simta compasiune si remuscare chiar si atunci cand anumiti baieti mor de mana lor.
Trebuie sa recunosc ca am tresarit si am ramas socata de anumite secvente, nu cum ca efectele erau bune sau nu mai vazusem creeri imprastiati, ci pur si simplu prin simplul fapt ca acei copchii erau capabili de asa cruditate.
Finalul insa m`a lasat cu ochii mari ca cepele. Ralph ajunge sa fie ‘vanat’ de Jack si restul baietilor. Ralph incercand sa`si salveze viata fugind, ajunge pe plaja unde da nas in nas cu salvatorii pe care ii asteptau de atat vreme. Acest fapt l`a facut sa planga, iar pe vantori i`a facut sa ramana inmarmurati.
Un final brusc.
Totusi povestea nu este incheiata, si comportamentul ‘vanatorilor’ este regasit in ziua de azi in majoritatea oamenilor din jur (numa refer la capacitatea de a comite crime, desi nici acest comportament nu e de neglijat).
Nu pot sa spun decat ca, iar, mi`am pus intrebari despre societatea din ziua de azi, si m`a facut sa realizez, inca odata, cum oamenii sunt prizonierii statutului social.
Nici nu am cuvinte cum sa descriu ce sentimente mi`a starnit acest film. Intr`un fel mi`e rusine de mine ca nu am vazut acest film mai devreme, ca sa nu mai spun de faptul ca nu am citit cartea. Dar sa spun totusi saru`mana ca l`am vazut si acuma. “Niciodata nu e prea tarziu”, nu?
Leapsa
Am primit leapsa de la JeAnne: “ca sa fii cool, trebuie sa fii viu” initiata de Brightie.
Si o ‘tema’ este accidentul de masina. Pentru ca daca ar fi sa iau fiecare gest ce orice adolscent il face, gest ce e inteles gresit si poate duce la parastasul lui, m`as lungi mult prea mult.
Deci ma rezum la masina – un morman de fiare (si piele 
) care are doua taisuri.
Fie ca vorbesti la telefon, razi cu gura pana la urechi si faci misto cu tovarasii din masina, schimbi cedeul, apesi prea tare pe acceleratie, bei si te urci la volan, si in cel mai rau caz: “io`s ala mai tare, pot conduce pe distante mari” ceea ce implica o perioada de timp mai mare de 6 ore, toate acestea pot duce la accidente grave sau mai putin grave.
Dintotdeauna am fost de parere ca nu`ti dai seama ca pieton ce greseli faci decat atunci cand esti sofer, pentru ca sunt foarte multe cazuri in care trecerea nu este chiar asa vizibila, din pricina masinilor fara loc de parcare, si se poate intampla ca un pieton sa`ti iasa in fata fara sa`l observi. Sunt foarte multi pietoni ce nici nu se asigura, d`apoi sa se grabeasca cand trec trecerea. Nu numai ca parca isi bat joc de tine cand merg ca melcii pe trecere, d`apoi cand iti apar brusc de dupa o masina.
Imi amintesc cum imi spunea tata intr`o discutie in care ne varsam nervii pe astfel de pietoni, ca acu ceva vreme buna, cand era o singura dacie intr`un orasel de 200 locuitori; ca politistii de la circulatie se imbracau in civil si treceau cand te asteptai mai putin, si daca nu respectai ce scria in regulament, te trezeai cu masina de politie in fata (masina ce de altfel statea pitita dupa colt sa te vada cum reactionezi) si cu o amenda.
Niciodata nu am fost de acord cu asa ceva, chiar daca este raspunderea ta sa ai grija de ce e in jur si ce fac pietonii, sa intuesti daca ei vor sa treaca sau nu. Nu sunt clarvazatoare, dar nici nu spun ca e responsabilitatea mea in totalitate pentru un molau ce se hotaraste sa faca tup! in fata mea.
Sunt tare fericita ca acuma au bagat legea cum ca daca lovesti un pieton pe strada, ce nu e pe trecere, nu se considera omor din culpa, cum era pana amu. Acum sunt fericita nu ca pot sa calc orice civil ce nu e pe trotuar ca in nush ce joc, ci pentru ca de cele mai multe ori cand mergi prin sate, nu sunt trotuare si satenii sunt obisnuiti sa mearga chiar si pe mijlocul drumului. Asta ca sa nu mai mentionez de cei beti indiferent ca`i zi sau noapte. Si e cel mai periculos cu astia mai ales pe timp de noapte. Nu mai spun de ce fel de accidente se pot produce din cauza carutelor nesemnalizate.
Si amu sa spun ca am scapat de mania vitezei. Cei ce m`au prins la volan doar in primul an de condus stiu despre ce vorbesc. Acuma pot spune ca sunt o alta persoana. Nu ma bag in fata altora ca chioampa, chiar de mi`s fumeie. Nu imi plac nici mie femeile ce se baga pe unde tre si spun ca scapa pentru ca is chioampe (taiat) doamne. Acord prioritate pietonilor la trecere, chiar daca sunt nevoita sa le fac o invitatie la trecere in scris (adica semn si asteptat pana se pun in miscare pe trecere). Las orice smecher in fata mea, ca au “mai multi cai”, desi unii is cu mamaliga`n geam.
Amu toti trecem prin perioade de genul asta: teribilism la volan. Si aproape toti ne dam seama cum ar trebuie sa conducem de fapt. Unii mai devreme, altii mai tarziu. Acuma depinde foarte mult de faptul cu punerea in aplicare a ceea ce ne dam seama.
O chestie care ar trebui luata aminte, niste vorbe ce mi`au fost spuse de mama si instructorul auto: “nu e vorba ca nu am incredere in tine cum conduci, e vorba ca nu am incredere in cei din jur”. Si mare dreptate aveau, ca din cauza unora trebuia deja sa fiu sub doi metri de pamant, si nu doar odata.
Si inca ceva ce mai toti conducatorii auto stiu: feriti`va de taxiuri, masinile de distributie si tiruri. Ca restul, cum era in reclama de la teve, pentru care nu conteaza numarul de titluri universitare si diplome, ci grosimea lantului de la gat si caii putere, sunt, zic io, mai usor de evitat.
Si leapsa se duce mai departe la Doru.
Ask and you shall receive
One day, surfing the newspapers on the net, I saw a headline that captured my attention: ‘Desperate, Romanians have began begging online’. I laughed for a few minutes, with tears in my eyes, not knowing, not even now, if it`s a laughing or a crying matter. And with this article I saw two links to some sites that were created just for a give-and-take bargain. After I surfed those links I thought to myself: ‘Now, after years and years of evolution, we have began to evolve and have access to information that in the past required time, a lot of time, now with a simple click we have almost everything that we wanted. And now, we begin to beg on the net?’ That`s hilarious and at the same time degrading.
In the article this bargain was printed like this: ‘With all this, there is a form of commerce on these sites: swop (barter). A leather jacket in exchange for some silver jewelry.’
I can`t wonder, but should we blame the world economic crises for this too?
I can`t help to abduce this discussion to some landscapes I saw a few days ago in Bulgaria: fields covered with crop. And when I went a week or so in Bucharest, the landscapes on the way to Bucharest were just plain fields, nothingness, like I was in the middle of nowhere, like Courage.
The other day I was surfing the net to get more information about scholarships abroad, and I passed an information in which Norway gives Romania almost 100 mil. euros, non-refundable funds, for 70 projects. And all of them will be eco. Now, this is good and bad in the same time. Why? Well it`s good that someone thought of putting windmills in Romanians most windy area, and it`s bad that Romanians didn`t done this from the beginning . It`s degrading for a country with potential, that it`s inhabitants don`t explore this potential at full.
But form where I started and where I ended up…
And a question rises with the beginning of these sites: will this form of ‘commerce’ is going to have an ending or an evolution? And if it is going to evolve, then: in what will it evolve?
And I, as a curious cat that has only 3 lives left, wonders on, unsatisfied with curiosity…
Ethereal Ambient Evening – Brasov, 12.09.2009
Ethereal Ambient Evening. Reduta Cultura Center in Brasov. Arcana concert.
After one year I had the chance to hear again a beautiful, enchanting music, a music that touches my soul. I was so excited, that atfer the performance of last year i couldn`t wait to see Arcana again.
We got to Brasov in the afternoon, checked into a hotel – after almost an hour of spinning in circles to find the hotel – and after we settled in, we wondered through the city. We went to Reduta Cultural Center to see what merchandise was there and to get the tickets. When we got in, there was a video-projection of an interview with Lisa Gerrard from Dead Can Dance. The interior decorations captured my attention: flowers here and there, harps symmetrical arranged, a chest with different ornaments on one side.
The first band walked up on the stage. Narsilion. A Spanish band of medieval, neoclassical, dark ambient, composed by Lady Nott and Sathorys Elenorth. A great sound, great voices. Sathorys has such an imposing voice and such a stage presence that can`t be overlooked.
Lady Nott was excellent with the violin and Sathorys at the piano. These two instruments that they performed on, remained in my head because they are the soul of every emotion you can possible have.
They showed a bit of stage fright at first, but after a while they got into the music, and we, the audience, along with them and every fright that they had just faded away and the only emotions that could have been felt was that of every souls that connected one with the other.
After they performed, a short recess in which the organizers changed the scenery for the next band. The room filled with smoke and three men in lab coats and oxygen masks appeared.
A very good entrance they made for Der Blaue Reiter, an industrial, dark ambient band. The video-projection showed a few words about the disaster from Cernobil. A very nice touch for an industrial band.
Their performance was great, not only because Lady Nott enchanted us with the violin or because of Sathorys`s powerful voice and great prestation. The subject of Cernobil that they approached was very touching and I`m sure that in the air was a wave of sadness.
In the short recess after the performance of Der Blaue Reiter the scenery changed and flowers appeared once more and everything looked like so full of life and radiating with harmony.
Arcana walked up the stage and once more they showed us what they can do. They had a few minor technical problems – Peter`s microphone didn`t work at one moment, and the microphone of Anne-Mari was too loud.
Their performance was great as the last time: the powerful voices of Anne-Mari and Peter, the sublime voice of Ia, the great performance of Mattias and Stefan.
Peter performed two songs from his solo-album, “A Wave Of Bitterness”. Everyone was enchanted by this.
At the end they called up on the stage Narsilion and with them they played a song that they didn`t rehearsed for, as they said. And even so, it sounded excellent.
The same as last year, the communication with the audience was present, not only between Arcana and us, but also from Narsilion/Der Blaue Reiter.
At the entrance there were a few stalls with CDs, t-shirts, bags, that the people that came didn`t quite had the time at the beginning to indulge with them because this year the organizers decided to apply the policy “first-come, first-served” and so everybody went inside to take a seat closer to the stage. After the concert, at the stall of free promo/CDs of underground bands, there was nothing left. But i got a cd of Arcana`s ‘Inner Pale Sun’, the solo album of peter ‘A Wave Of Bitterness’ and a t-shirt.
Unfortunatly I can`t tell what happened at the after-party, because for the second time I didn`t went for various reasons and one of those reasons was the pub that they picked out didn`t have room for every one that was present at the concert.
The first year i didn`t went, because i didn`t knew where the location of the after-party was and i had a train to catch, and this year i didn`t went, because even if i found out where the atfer-party was held, we didn`t had a place to sit, the local pub wasn`t big enough for everybody that attended the concert. Bad choice of the place in my opinion.
All in all it was a great concert, a concert that many will remember even years from now. I do hope they`ll come back next year too.
More pictures from the concert here .
Enjoy!
