duminică, 28 septembrie 2008

DMC Championship

Vineri si sambata seara am fost la DMC Championship in O2 Arena la Indigo2...a fost fantastic. Imi place muzica, imi plac cluburile, dar am o slabiciune pentru turntable-ism si scratching...stiu ca cineva ar ridica din spranceana daca ar citi ce spun eu aici...dar imi place intr-adevar mult. mi se pare un lucru extraordinar sa poti sa faci muzica din cateva sunete pe care le invarti pe o placa. ca sa nu mai spun de cat talent si cata munca, cate ore si ore de repetitie trebuie sa aiba cineva ca sa ajunga atat de bun. desi neconventiona, dupa mine turntable-ismul este o arta. multi stiu sa cante din gura sau la chitara si sa mixeze in cluburi, dar nu multi pot sa faca ce au facut baietii astia aseara.

vineri seara a fost batalia pentru World Supremacy...preferatul meu, francezul Nelson a iesit doar pe locul doi...dar cata adrenalina! fiecare concurent avea 90 de secunde la dispozitie sa arate ce poate...ceva de gen 8 Mile, dar cu placi. simteai ca-ti explodeaza nervii de emotie...de frica sa nu cumva sa greseasca...sa piarda beatul...

Sunetul a fost fenomenal..un sistem de boxe imense ca doua paranteze suspendate de o parte si de alta a scenei. doi prezentatori simpatici au intretinut atmosfera.

Batalia pe echipe, desi mult asteptata, a lasat de dorit anul asta...multi s-au bazat pe laptopuri in detrimentul mixului live pe platane. si daca pana acum nu am bagat de seama...diferenta de sunet, de claritate este evidenta.

Aseara clubul Indigo2 a fost plin pana la refuz. toti au venit sa vada finala la World Championship. Fiecare concurent avea 6 minute la dispozitie sa-si demonstreze maiestria. a castigat un francez.

si surpriza, surpriza...la final am avut parte de un spectacol aparte. Killa Kela facand beatboxing...la inceput am crezut ca e dj-ul din spate, dar cand acesta a plecat...a ramas killa si cu microfonul. el scratchuia, el canta, el rima. nu am vazut in viata mea asa ceva. si nici nu cred ca voi vedea prea curand. tipul asta poate fi o intreaga formatie, plus dj si PA in acelasi timp. talk about talent!

all in all it was a wicked, wicked week-end that i have enjoyed to the max!

sâmbătă, 27 septembrie 2008

Writing

so I finally did it!!! I enrolled in a course for writing fiction at Open University. I have been thinking for a while what was the best choice for me...going for a course in feature writing or this. I studied journalism so I figured writing a feature is something I should know by now...:)

Two days ago I received my course materials...it's weired to be thinking about assignments and exams again...but I am excited nonetheless. At least this will make me see if I have what it takes to be a good writer or not.

I don't know if everybody who writes needs an endorsement, that somebody to tell them they are doing the right thing or are just chasing wild geese...well, I guess this is my time to find out.

I have to be honest, I am scared ... but I have to remember that there is no way without trying and in the end...there is no failure...if it is for me, then I will make damn sure I enjoy it and take advantage of my gift...if not...well..there are so many hobbies that I would like to have the time to dedicate myself to...so it will surely be...moving on to the the next project.

There are so many things happening with me and around me at the moment...I don't even know where to look first...but I am happy because it keeps me busy and it makes me wake up hopeful in the morning...hopeful that the day ahead will be interesting and full of good things that will help me discover the world around me.

I consider myself lucky for being a curious person, for wanting to know more and not knowing what getting bored means. I remember my mum always telling me as a kid that boredome does not exist for an active person, be it pysically or spiritually. There are so many things to do in this world...and so little...little time.

unfortuentely we only realize this later...when we're in school we hate it, when we're young we want to be adults...we are in such a hurry to grow up ... and when we are adults...we look back and wish we were kids again...

going back to my writing...my biggest resolution: getting my language back...Romanian

vineri, 5 septembrie 2008

Italy


25th of August - Last bank holiday in 2008...a belated birthday present from my boyfriend...a trip to Italy, Verona. lovely city, lovely sun that we so much miss in London...lovely friends...and lovely relatives.

but for some strange and beautiful reason...London feels more home than this beautiful country where my ancestor came from. Now don't get me wrong...I love Latin people, I love their relaxed, nonchalant way of being...I love their food and their lunch break routine, but I don't think I could live there.

In a country where the weather is perfect, the language is so sweet and the food is amazing...there is something missing...or rather there is something too much in your face. you couldn't ignore it even if you stick your head in the groud: prejudice.

Now I know how it sounds..with me being Romanian and all that...but it actually felt like home, also becuase of this prejudice. far from me the tought of patronizing, but the feeling of not being good enough just because you're a foreigner...in this case, even worse...Romanian....stays with you while you roam the streets of Verona.

we were told that the North is like that, conservative, somehow distant and condescendent. certainly there are loads of tourists, but the ease of being that you find in london is nowhere to be seen.

so strange...for such a warm and loud people.

Pizza and ice cream were fantastic, though ...