TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

10:30 AM
Posted by jodi rose

now i'm having fun. slightly bizarre, but fun nonetheless.
went to lucy guerin show 'structure and sadness', a dance piece based on the west gate bridge disaster in melbourne in the 70's. some beautiful movements and moments, the dancers created a fantastic cardboard city then trashed it, built and burned bridges ending in a neon homage, with dark twisted sounds.
gorgeous.

hung out with sarah at the courthouse after - had to escape circular quay just teeming with tourists - and chatted about life, love and work. funny, she's turned out to be one of my few friends who is in touch and up for going out regularly. we have a good time on the complaining couch and get back into life refreshed and rejuvenated. (do do dooo dododo do I want something else to get me through this life - playing on radio sunday morning).

more like a litany of complaint from my nyc friend last night, here with one of the big international festival stars and fully having the red carpet laid out. what a strange experience of the city that must be, everything on tap, whatever you need, just say the word. Whereas I have to go helsinki or slovakia for that kind of treatment. Being irish, of course, he can drink and talk for hours; but despite the relentless cynical asides and swinging into town on the uber-cool rock'n'roll circus, he turns out to be smart, funny, dark, depraved... and sweet. in fact one of those totally unique sharp intelligent deeply disturbed perspectives on the world that can be strangely compelling. lordy. the kind of conversation that keeps unfolding possibilities, oblivious to all time and space, but only lasts for a moment.

we met up after I saw my brother alex's band john columbus at the cat and fiddle - cute indie pop rock, some great lyrics and melodies and special outfits - then narra's band volgagrad - fanastic wild russian criminal music - at the spiegeltent, and wandered around the city bemused by the alternate reality of all the young things out in their sparkles and cologne, short short skirts and tight tight jeans. it's another planet out there, no wonder I rarely leave the house on a saturday night. more like a berlin conversation than a sydney one.
had a moment of thinking this is not my home. get me out now.
it's funny how places lend themselves to different styles of communication - sydney is all 'how important are you, show me your cv', while berlin is 'hey, cool, you wanna ramble around and rock out?'
ah hell, am essentialising and simplifying wildly but you know. looking forward to much to being back there, and having conversations. love it. social networking and podcasting - but really just an old fashioned chat. website up soon for the transit lounge radio. time to make potato salad for kim's birthday picnic down in jubilee park, very appropriate.