seventh dream of a teenage heaven

I may be an old married lady but damn, all these years later Daniel Ash still turns my knees to jelly and I'm 16 all over again in the deepest throes of the angstiest, gothiest unrequited love. Prowling around the stage like he owns the world, he's changed, he's a muscley man now rather than a skinny boi, but he has it more than ever. He even looks hot in a stupid hat.

There were some other people on the stage too, if I recall correctly. I definitely enjoyed the show (Bauhaus, if that wasn't already clear), though Peter Murphy's voice was not at his best--which is not to say he was bad, just that it was clear that he was struggling to hit the notes sometimes. Sounded like a cold to me (maybe it's the curse of the Orpheum--Lisa Gerrard had a cold for the Dead Can Dance show as well). Peter Murphy's really become the loving caring guru of goth, doling out benedictions and palpable affection right and left. David J was his usual cool self, unflappable with his matte black bass. Kevin Haskins was pretty much invisible throughout the show, but I was struck anew how much of the band's sound is created by his drums. The show was basically a greatest hits parade; I have a recording of the Boston show of the Resurrection tour, and it was a very similar set list, just shorter this time around (no Boys, Sanity Assassin, Spirit, or Severance; otoh we did get Slice of Life, which obviously pleased me no end). I was rather surprised/disappointed not to hear Spirit, but maybe they cut the set a little short for Peter's sake. Musically I think they were tighter than they were in 98; probably they could play these songs in their sleep at this point, but it felt like they were giving it their all.

It was a long weekend, but I can't believe it's already Monday. Friday I went and got myself a massage, much needed. She found knots I didn't know I had. My elbows had knots! Friday and Saturday I wasn't sure if I was feeling much benefit apart from having enjoyed the massage itself, but on Sunday I felt what I had hoped for--smooth communication among all my muscles, with no blockages or tangles. I danced and did yoga and it felt wonderful. I can't afford to do this very often but I will make it a semi-regular habit for sure.

Saturday nepenthe01 and I got together to officially commence our gothic troupe, which for the moment is a gothic duo :) We worked out my Pentaphobe choreography pretty quickly, and I'm already thinking about how to build a set around that. We both really liked the veil tricks that Lulu Sabongi taught last weekend, so veil music of some sort is a must...

In other belly dance news, I picked up the Soiree DVD, the one that has Dina performing Taht il-Shibbak in that silver minidress. I am in love with Dina. I want to be her when I grow up. I understand why so many people don't like her style, but I love the way she can make the music look like it's following her rather than the other way around. I also learned that I can definitely tell Lebanese style apart from Egyptian style, because while watching the DVD, I thought to myself that one dancer seemed notably different from all the others and I thought perhaps she was Lebanese style--when I looked at the menu, it was Amani, so right I was. It's not a great quality DVD, but I'm very glad that I bought it.

Sigh, back to the real world now I guess--I'd rather stay in the Daniel Ash and Dina world...

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At work, I'm doing a web search for a speech that may or may not exist in which Clinton (not sure which one) may or may not have said Israel was putting Palestinians into concentration camps or gulags, for which Elie Wiesel subsequently demanded a retraction and got an apology--my search isn't going that well, but apart from that it is extremely depressing how quickly a search using these sorts of keywords brings you to hate speech, from all sides and ideological backgrounds. Sometimes I'm not at all fond of humanity.