Thursday, December 26, 2002

sea change?

Night Number: Whatever¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ (just cause this machine has Night Number: Whatever¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ (just cause this machine has an oomlau key)

oomlau, meet BenLäu... BenLäu, ömläu.

where was I.... oh yeah. Night. Helsinki. I get into my hotel room, and the TV won't turn off. It's stuck on some sort of Hitler Youth Music Channel, and the hotel info screen saying 'Hello Mr. Robenspiel' in Dutch, cause they all seem to think I'm from The Netherlands on this trip. Even the Dutch themselves..... must be the Glasses



Josh may disagree with me, but I read a couple of things today that give me real hope.


The first is that Reuters (and I hope many other news outlets) have published a piece about the CIA crossing the line with inhumane and torturous interrogations of suspected terrorists.

second is the cover story in this week's Time magazine.

I mean... Fuck dude, If George W would take some time off from pardoning moonshiners and odometer cheats (who got off with probation, no prison time served) and give these women the medals of honour and freedom that they deserve, maybe I would not be so ashamed of people seeing my passport. (you can onöy pretend to be Dutch or Canadian for so long).

They call it Art, I call it.... welll shit, I don't know what to call it, so I guess it has to be art.

Child #1: I don't need girls anyway.
Child #2: Look mate, YOU saying you don't need girls is like someone who's never eaten a chocholate biscuit, saying they don't need a chocolate biscuit.

- that's gonna win the pulitzer for sure.-

Allow me to elaborate:

Boy and friends are buying Condoms (Boy just turned 16)
Girl and friends are also buying Condoms (she has to be prepared for Boy's birthday night, as he's now legal)
Boy is from a lower-class Irish family, his father was a hoodlum. Now dead (though appears in nearly every scene as a Hot Pappa Trenchcoat wearing Ghost)
Girl is about to take her exams and head off to university to become a lawyer.

To impress Girl, Boy sneaks onto a contruction site so's the both of them can look out over the town and spy the street that was named after a relative of his. (Casey Street)

Oh yeah, the whole thing takes place in Camden Town.

The cops storm the building site and... magic happens. No really, this was the best bit in the show, the boy split into two boys just as the cop... excuse me, the 'Bobby' grabbed him. Clone #1 gets caught. clone #2 gets away.

The rest of the show is two plays, offsetting each other scene by scen.
Clone #1 wears all white, and lives in a white world. He goes onto a life of petty crime (just like pop), until he reforms himself, get's the girl back and then saves his mum's life and Casey Street from the Evil Developer.
Clone #2 Wears black and lives in a black and red world. He does a few more minor crimes, does not get caught, uses his ill gotten gains to go straight, where he becomes a hot shit property developer, marries the girl, and then he tries to make a deal that involves some unsavory elements and end's up getting his mum killed in a house fire.

There's a scene in a Vegas/Venice gondola that's a steal from Phantom. There's a 'Boy just bought a cheap car' number taken directly from Grease, arm choreography and all....

...now imagine that the whole thing is set to Music. (OK, not too hard I know)... but, now ok, imagine that this is the Glorious 2Tone pop of 80's hit singles band Madness

And you are left with a truly hokey, yet full of guilty pleaseures, piece of shi... I mean Art

Yes friends, it's Our House The Madness Musical.

Thank heavens for 1/2 price tickets.

In other news, My Lonely Planet tells me that internet cafe's are rare in Finland, so who know's if I'll make it to one (Can't say I won't try, silly techno-lust addiction and all)... but my phone seems to be working just fine, so I'll remind any stragglers about the novelty of local (from Seattle) calls to europe for those who have my cel phone digits.

Otherwise, a happy new years to all!


Sven Xavier

Monday, December 23, 2002

I've been aawakkeeeeee for about 28 hours. I was going to try and see some theatre tonight in London, but Room Service and a bubble bath is sounding really appealing.

My meeting went smashingly well. yay team!

London is dreary, crowded and more confusing to navigate than certain small towns in Romania. I'm in a net cafe in a mall that looks like it was designed by someone with a SERIOUS Space Mountain fetish. serious. yuch.

So, my question for the day is thus:

If there is a REALLY intriguing KLM flight attendant on your short flight, are you doing yourself a service by paying attention to the whole bit when everyone is supposed to pretend that the've never used a seatbelt before, OR is being way too cool to pay attention to the boring spiel that the 'man' makes her go through the right way to charm him/her?


and now I'm off, 'cause this mall makes me want to retch. (there's a planet hollywood in it too)


Peace on Earth, or if that's too hard, Make it personal, go listen to Daniel Lanois 'Still Water'


S