funtobealive

funtobe was having his conducting debut last sunday! his job was not much more than being a human metronome, but never the less some talent was shown there. the conducted work was one of the weirdest things ever. the title was “a Klingon wedding ceremony”. and it was suppose to demonstrate what klingonian world music might sound like. ( to those of you who never watched stark track- the klingon’s are the ugly black creatures. the most known klingon to us is probably lieutenant warff….). the piece was for 2 cymbals guitar and viola. it truly sounded like music from outer space.  funtobe did enjoy being with the back to the audience, and is considering maybe a change of profession… may it be a beginning of a beautiful carrier. for the moment ftb is back in germany frizzing is ass in a real winter cold. that is a very good reminder to some of the reasons that lad to the return to israel…

hereby i declare of the opening of the anti-social network of funtobealive. funtobe is truly sick of facebook\myspace taking over the virtual world. we shall not stand this aggression. mostly disturbing are the people that keep ask me why I’m not in facebook or my space. apparently i was put on myspace by some mysterious fan, but since i didn’t create the page i do not have the passwords to access it…nor will i if i had it. by the way, i assume that the same mysterious person is the one to put funtobe in wikipedia… so i was thinking of all the people who do not wish to socialize on-line and decided to give them the possibility not to socialize right here at www.funtobealive.com . I’m sure i will regret this moment of generosity when all the funtobe’s or wannabe’s funtobe’s of the world will cluster our modest virtual space with their anti-socializing. but till that moment will come i invite you all- come on in, the water is fine…

sometimes i think that the only reason I’m a musician is that you don’t have to wake up early every morning. this is all a reflection of the very difficult state of mind called “morning”. this week i had to play a concert in the middle of the night- 09:30 AM. it is one thing if the concert was in Tel Aviv, but it was an hour an a half ride to the north, which is on israeli scale a very long distant ride. one might ask who the fuck want’s to hear a concert so early in the morning? ( or late at night if you wish ). well- it was for high-school kids that anyway had to be there. due to traffic and general israeli lateness we got there 10 minutes before we had to be on stage for the show. that was a tuff one for a funtobe- pulling oneself from the depth of the “morning” despair and grumptetued\ grumpidaty. we played Schubert’s 5th symphony, one can say one of the most optimistic clear minded and cheerful pieces whatsoever. the dissonant created by the happy music versus the energy or lack of such and the general morning look of the players was quite strong and mind confusing. maybe that was the reason the high school kids actually listened and seemed interested. as much as i can tell because half the time i was fighting my urge to sleep and only from the third movement one can say i was sort of there.
after we played they asked some silly questions such as- what is the different between first and second violin? ( its a different instrument isn’t it? ), and why is my cello bigger than the cello of the one sitting near me? ( my end-pin was longer… ) and of course the million dollars question- how much the most expansive instrument in the orchestra costs… when it comes down to it, in the end it is all about fucking money.

is funtobe coming of age?! last week i was meeting friends in Jerusalem, and in between one of them suggested a short game of basketball. known in the hood as one-on-one. i used to be a hugh basketball fan, and played practically every school brake. a habit that lad to me playing the cello with 3 fingers for 3 month or so. in any event i was happy to through a few hoops. it was in a great court, completely new indoors court with a real parquet floor. we played till 15, and i was leading 14-9. at this point i felt the 10 years of not doing anything with my body hitting me hard on the chest. oxygen became such an expansive treat that i was sure that I’m dun , I’m going to meet my forefathers… needless to say i lost the game in a very pathetic way 15-14. but the lesson was learned- that is it with the funny business. from now on we shall do some sport. ( like riding a pair of Bicycle, for instance. ).
other than that funtobe started to lead the cellos in a Tel Aviv based orchestra. and it is kind of like to put the non- vibrato cat as guardian of the long notes… Vive la revolution!!!! and like every other successful revolution it starts from the base.