Una Roma nostra

As I have not added anything new for two weeks or so, I am starting to feel bad, as a kid that does not do his homework, or one that has too many toys and plays with one toy for five minutes and then forgets it completely. So I decided to add this new blog, written late and in a stream-of-consciousness manner, just to have the opportunity to tell you what has happened lately… So…;) ehm… we have had a wonderful weekend in Rome, on the weekend following the Valentine’s Day… The weather was fairly warm, we had one day of strong sunshine, which gave us slight sun burn (well, sort of ­čśë but we did not mind at all and then two days of so-so weather, but still warmer than here where we live….So what about Rome? It is fantastic! Soaked with history, laid-back, noisy, smelly, there are palms and those great umbrella-like mediterranean pines everywhere, you can see and hear sea-gulls, there are nuns which can share a laugh with you, there are monuments from the Antinquity, Middle Ages, Renaissance, Baroque, there is Vatican with loads of treasures like for example those fabulous da Vinci frescoes (nudge nudge, wink wink), which can move you to tears (my Lucia was VERY moved, I was moved but also moved about by the HUGE crowds so a tiny bit nervous as well, I admit), there is quirky Mussolinean architecture, there is Fontana di Trevi, there is the fabulous Piazza Navona, built on the vestiges of an old hippodrome…and… I could continue and continue…:) And we had a great atmospheric hotel on top of that. The only drawback was that my beloved was ill so it was at times really tiring for her. But otherwise a great weekend! I recommend, everybody should go if they can! ;)) And this is all for tonite, it’s getting late and talk to you soon! Buena Notte!

Michelangelo's Piazza Campidoglio

Forum Romanum

St Mario, the saviour of popolo d'Italia?

Valentine┬┤s

St. Valentine
might be pure
fiction
but I say w├şth
conviction
how grateful I am
that we can be together
that we can support each other
that we can share this strange experience of life together
that we can be in it together
like two benevolent culprits
and in the next life
even if we are born as two snails
monkeys, elephants
or coconut trees
I want to be with you again
and drop coconuts
on unsuspecting tourists ­čÖé

Happy Valentine┬┤s Day my dearest! ­čÖé

Lamb in concert, 30 January 2012, Luxembourg

When it was announced that Lamb would play Luxembourg, I rushed to break the news to my girlfriend, who I knew was their fan. I remember coming to her office once, years ago (we had not been together yet), and asking her about the music she was listening to. It was their famous song Gabriel. She told me there was a time when she had been listening to it over and over again for hours… I did not know the band then, but I liked the song and the band’s name.

Come 30 January and we stand at the door to the Den Atelier venue. It’s freezing outside so everybody is inside in a lobby aptly named the Smoker’s Heaven. Trying not to breathe too much, we put our coats into the cloakroom and move on to the bar. I opt for a glass of red wine, which I get served in a (this is Luxembourg) real wine glass. The second support band has just finished and we squeeze our way among the audience almost to the front of the stage. The Luxembourg crowd don’t like to squeeze too much, which suits us, the weathered Central Europeans who are quite used to it.

It’s a few minutes before 10 o’clock when the lights go down, an instrumental intro comes up and our pulse quickens. The first person on the stage is the bearded double bass player, Jon Thorne, then comes the bubbly “master of the electronic devices” and producer Andy Barlow and the last is the diva of the band, Lou Rhodes. Dressed in an ethereal white dress and black leather trousers, she has a fantastic, low-positioned voice, which she is able to raise into sky-heights, as we will see.

We hear Hello Luxembourg (or something similar, I can’t remember), and on we go. I am fascinated by the way Andy Barlow is playing his multitude of electronic boxes and machines. He twists one knob there, pushes another button here, taps something on the computer…

But it’s all happening really fast, the changes in rhythm come at unexpected moments, harmonious passages are interrupted by ferocious breakbeats… And here comes their gratest hit – Gabriel. My beloved smiles and her eyes glisten… We watch the bass player, who is absolutely absorbed by the music and in the fast, electronic, passages his eyes flash with a sense of ultimate urgency.

Lou Rhodes is the most reserved of the three, expressing all emotions through her voice.

After each song she emits a shy “merci”. The time flies and here comes the beautiful Gorecki, inspired by a work of a Polish composer. One of the highlights for me. I like the way they can build up tension before erupting in orgasmic crescendo.

Another highlight is the last song – Trans Fatty Acid with a faboulous rhythm and otherworldly double bass effects. The band changes into a group of maniacs and as they lead] the crowd to the top. The audience erupts in applause once again and this time even the band’s technical guy backstage raises his arms into the air and joins the happy cheering crowd.

We linger on, watching the techies disassembling the stage, as we always do. Some folks ask for set-lists.
We squeeze among the crowd by the merchandise table and buy the latest album. The members of the band sign it and we congratulate them for their brilliant show. They seem really down-to-earth and amiable.

Only outside, in the wintry, quiet streets we realise how deafened we are. But it does not matter much. Each of us replays his favourite passages from the show as we march on the crunchy, icy, pavement. I love the light in my girlfriend’s eyes after she has seen something beautiful, taken a pretty picture, written something, has done something she likes. We lock hands and march on in the freeze.