Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Cirque du Soleil: one crazy trip
Soundtrack: "Brothers In Arms" by Dire Straits
Good morning this morning.
So last night, I went to see Cirque du Soleil with Elaine, Blake and Sheau May, the manager of Peter's restaurant. I saw the price on the tickets and I felt nauseous. I've never even paid that much for a day of Test cricket. Then again, I did spend more than that when I went to see FF @ the RAH, because I had to pay to stay in London overnight as well, so I can't really talk.
Circuses always have a slightly sinister edge, and this was definitely no exception. The random people dressed in white boiler suits were pretty scary, as was the guy with no head who walked around with an umbrella. The show was spectacularly mesmerising, though. Half the time I couldn't watch but made myself: even though I knew that they wouldn't fall from heights or drop diablos on their heads, there was still the possibility that they might. And I kept on forgetting to clap - the routines were all so mindblowing that I couldn't recover enough to applaud. I totally didn't get what the deal with the guy with the boxing gloves was, though. And I'll never see skipping in the same way ever again.
In other news, an order I placed with those 101CD people on January 5th has only just come through. The wait will be worth it, though, because it's for "Darts of Pleasure," FF's first ever release. Last time I checked on Ebay and Amazon, people were selling copies of it for at least five to six times what I paid for it. I don't think I'll sell it, though, because it's got "Shopping For Blood" and "Van Tango" as B-sides, which are both quality songs. Yes, I admit it, I do like "Shopping For Blood" just because of the name.
Good morning this morning.
So last night, I went to see Cirque du Soleil with Elaine, Blake and Sheau May, the manager of Peter's restaurant. I saw the price on the tickets and I felt nauseous. I've never even paid that much for a day of Test cricket. Then again, I did spend more than that when I went to see FF @ the RAH, because I had to pay to stay in London overnight as well, so I can't really talk.
Circuses always have a slightly sinister edge, and this was definitely no exception. The random people dressed in white boiler suits were pretty scary, as was the guy with no head who walked around with an umbrella. The show was spectacularly mesmerising, though. Half the time I couldn't watch but made myself: even though I knew that they wouldn't fall from heights or drop diablos on their heads, there was still the possibility that they might. And I kept on forgetting to clap - the routines were all so mindblowing that I couldn't recover enough to applaud. I totally didn't get what the deal with the guy with the boxing gloves was, though. And I'll never see skipping in the same way ever again.
In other news, an order I placed with those 101CD people on January 5th has only just come through. The wait will be worth it, though, because it's for "Darts of Pleasure," FF's first ever release. Last time I checked on Ebay and Amazon, people were selling copies of it for at least five to six times what I paid for it. I don't think I'll sell it, though, because it's got "Shopping For Blood" and "Van Tango" as B-sides, which are both quality songs. Yes, I admit it, I do like "Shopping For Blood" just because of the name.
