Marc
That's right. We (the roommates, minus Matt) went to see The Kid A Ballett tonight. In case you can't tell, the whole show was set to Radiohead music. Big whoop. Whatev. It was alright. I was trying to think of something interesting to say about it, but I can't. I don't want to see it again, but I'm glad I went or curiosity would've killed me until next year's performance. Suffice to say, I'm not the biggest fan of the ballet, in most forms.
My parent's dragged the entire family to The Nutcracker in the McCormick Center in Chicago when we were little tykes. Sheesh. What a horrific experience. I specifically remember sitting thousands of feet up and away from the stage and hardly being able to tell what was going on, partly due to the enormity of the person in front of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not ripping on fat people, I have a feeling I'm going to be headed down that road soon enough (genes, what can you do?), but this guy was monstrous. He had the type of body that forced the people sitting on either side of him to lean into the people next to them, and so on until you realize that six people in either direction in the row in front of you are fanned out, and you are looking at the back of the head of the epicenter. Tonight wasn't as bad. There was a rather large woman in front of me, and I missed a decent amount of action going on on the floor down below, but I wasn't all that interested anyways, so I wasn't too upset.
I like plays, but ballets are a whole 'nother thing with me. I guess I just don't like over the top, expressive dancing. I don't see what intricate twirls have to do with guns, is basically what it boils down to. The action revolved around an old Norse myth, which kind of worked, seeing as how Radiohead and Sigur Ros (pronounced seize-arg!-roz, like the bailif from Night Court) are such close buds and Sigur Ros (pronounced see-grrrr!-Ross, like Ross from Friends) are from Iceland, or Greenland, or Finland, or Bosnia, or whatever the hell that island in the upper Mediterranean is called. The dancing was violent for the most part, like a bunch of dudes running around with fake guns and bats pretending to kick and punch each other and whooping and hollering like their panties were on fire. Sound silly to you, too? Thought so.
I should stop being a critic now. I'm starting to sound like Zook. Lates.
That's right. We (the roommates, minus Matt) went to see The Kid A Ballett tonight. In case you can't tell, the whole show was set to Radiohead music. Big whoop. Whatev. It was alright. I was trying to think of something interesting to say about it, but I can't. I don't want to see it again, but I'm glad I went or curiosity would've killed me until next year's performance. Suffice to say, I'm not the biggest fan of the ballet, in most forms.
My parent's dragged the entire family to The Nutcracker in the McCormick Center in Chicago when we were little tykes. Sheesh. What a horrific experience. I specifically remember sitting thousands of feet up and away from the stage and hardly being able to tell what was going on, partly due to the enormity of the person in front of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not ripping on fat people, I have a feeling I'm going to be headed down that road soon enough (genes, what can you do?), but this guy was monstrous. He had the type of body that forced the people sitting on either side of him to lean into the people next to them, and so on until you realize that six people in either direction in the row in front of you are fanned out, and you are looking at the back of the head of the epicenter. Tonight wasn't as bad. There was a rather large woman in front of me, and I missed a decent amount of action going on on the floor down below, but I wasn't all that interested anyways, so I wasn't too upset.
I like plays, but ballets are a whole 'nother thing with me. I guess I just don't like over the top, expressive dancing. I don't see what intricate twirls have to do with guns, is basically what it boils down to. The action revolved around an old Norse myth, which kind of worked, seeing as how Radiohead and Sigur Ros (pronounced seize-arg!-roz, like the bailif from Night Court) are such close buds and Sigur Ros (pronounced see-grrrr!-Ross, like Ross from Friends) are from Iceland, or Greenland, or Finland, or Bosnia, or whatever the hell that island in the upper Mediterranean is called. The dancing was violent for the most part, like a bunch of dudes running around with fake guns and bats pretending to kick and punch each other and whooping and hollering like their panties were on fire. Sound silly to you, too? Thought so.
I should stop being a critic now. I'm starting to sound like Zook. Lates.
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