funtobealive

this time was even more interesting. except the unbelievable amount of junk- and another 2 pairs of old shoes we also came upon some old photo albums. at first i refused to touch the albums because they were hidden in a drawer that wasn’t in use for years and probably the last time it was opened was at least 10 years ago. and indeed except the albums we also found a dead mouse that also probably died 1 years ago so it was in a very interesting state and color….
well, after the primary shock i agreed to look into the albums and it turned to be photos of my fathers from the years 1939-1947. some unbelievable stuff. not only to see my father as an handsome teenager. ( he was born in 1925), but also to see familiar places in Jerusalem and Tel aviv in pre-israel time. there is a photo of my father at the age of 14 wearing a suit and holding hands with a girl looking twice his age. the girls were the returning and the changing factor in all photos. returning because almost in al the photos my father was with a girl, and changing because it was almost always a different girl. to be continued…
other than that funtobe was playing in a cool place in Tel Aviv last night. it is a new club offering classical performances along with the normal rock-pop. i will not elaborate about funtobe’s performance ( because it is interesting…) but about the last show of the evening. it was the oboe and the violin sequences by Berio. this is hard core modern music but when you put it -like yesterday- in a smoky bar at 1 am in the morning it feels so communicative and correct. even emotional. when you take it out of the concert hall museum and bring it closer to society and life the music become alive as well. long live the revolution!!!

my father is moving out from the apartment he lived in for the last 50 years. i can write a book the size of the bible on my fathers place but i’ll try to give you the highlights only. it is a small room on the 4th floor , of an old Tel Avivien building, it is congested beyond reckoning with everything you can imagine, and probably some things you can’t and some you really dont want to imagine… i always knew my father suffered from a compulsive syndrome not alloying him to throw away anything, but only today i understood how bad it really is. i started helping him with cleaning up the place, and the archeological discoveries were just incredible. apparently in the last 50 years he never throw away a pair of shoes. so we found around 10 pairs in a horrible state but with great deal of history. for instance- “ho these are my old walking shoes from the 60’s when i used to march in Holland , but of course we did it only for the wonderful dutch massage after every-day’s march”.
some of the pairs i could still remember from my own childhood. shoes he bought in the 80’s in the states in my first visit to america, or shoes he got in taiwan 10 years ago… except the shoes we got read of some really ancient furniture. the crazy thing was that the things were too big for the trash so i left it on the street. 20 minutes later i came down with some more and it was all gone! I’m talking about furniture in a state that not even a homeless would like to use. ( rotten chairs, an ironing board from the 60’s, an oven from the 60’s and a bunch of leftover household crap….), so someone actually needed that stuff. quite sad indeed.

I have been to a concert of the Boston symphony orchestra. i thought i should, first because of the music that was played- “bluebeard’s castle” by Bartok. i think this should be are funtobe official music-i tell you, it doesn’t get any darker than that. and hungarian is definitely the funtobe language . the second reason to go was that i lived in Boston for a year and never heard the BSO, kind of embarrassing for a classical musician… and the third reason and the most practical of them all is that one doesn’t say no to 8 bucks tickets. the Bartok was indeed enjoyable but i will give the credit to the music it self and the very good singers, and maybe to the fact we were all with our heads down reading the english translation. the second half was consisted of Brahms first symphony, so i can’t really blame the music for my utter disappointment. this orchestra who is supposed to be one of the best in the world is putting so much effort in not moving or not wasting energy in any way that it has no energy at all left for bringing the music over. i seriously think they get a fine if the move too much, otherwise i can really not understand the rigid, stiff, energy less performance of some of the most sexy music ever written! the only thing they do put allot of effort in is the constant constipated sound- so choked you wanna die, and the almost never ending vibrato that accompanies all the characteristic whatever they may be.
at some moment i thought someone took a snap shoot of an orchestra and hanged it on stage and we are only listening to a recording. and it is not that i have anything against not moving, it is just a question of what is the sound that one creates with moving or not moving. well- another holly cow slaughtered , yeaaa!