Saw Brahms 3 with the ACO last night. Magic Flute overture to begin with, which was masterful. The rest was great as well.
Matilda tonight. For certain, this time. Fantastic. Lyrics by Tim Minchin, so I suspected it would be somewhat good at the very least. Someone behind me during the standing ovation, though, that kept woo-ing at fortississimo. I was trying to turn my head because it was actually hurting my ears. I was wishing the applause to finish so they would stop. Good grief.
My watch battery stopped last night (my soul must have died or something), went out of the way to get it replaced this morning only to discover the stopwatch is resetting itself to two hours in approximately. (The length of the ACO concert, I guess.) Now I have to go back on the morrow to have it fixed by the colleague who wasn’t there today who knows how to do the alignment properly. If I hadn’t had free candy at the afterparty for Matilda (here on the Dockside Pavillion in Cockle Bay, very swanky) – and the, ahem, liquid candy, as well as general food – I’d still be rather annoyed.
Yes there was actually a table full of candy. Just like at the ballet that time, with the foldable paper chinese containers. I got a brochure for the company this time; they must do these type of events regularly. A niche that should be filled more often! And it’s amazing how classy candy can look when you put it in a large glass jar. Plath had the wrong idea for her jar, methinks.
Went to see Matilda tonight, the opening night of the musical. Took the toll roads in to try and avoid some traffic, paid 20 bucks for parking at The Star for the night.
The opening night for Matilda is on Thursday.
I realised before I tried to enter the theatre, thankfully, but not before I’d been waiting in the foyer for a good ten minutes.
This is a low point in my life.
Saw Dancing with the Devil with the Sydney Symphony tonight. Opera House. Freezing outside. Brilliant music. Macbeth ballet interlude via Verdi, Shokstovich 5, and Rhapsody on a Theme of Paginini (still can’t keep up with the variations on that one, bah). A joy, a joy.
Got a postcard from a friend over in Japan at the moment. That still happens, but in an ironic way, I guess. But irony laced with earnestness. The Wallace post-post-modern.
Watched Dragon Ball Z Resurrection ‘F’ yesterday, at the cinema. First anime film I’ve seen, I believe, since the first Pokemon film way back in my early years. Enjoyable enough for what it was.
Today, pancakes. And Rocket League.
For the past few days I have been slightly obsessed with a game called Rocket League. You control a car with a rocket booster on it, and it can jump. You play soccer with other people. (Soccer with cars, basically.) It is glorious and well-tuned and intense and amazing and I’m at a loss for commas it’s so good.
Usually I’ll have my legs crossed when I’m sitting playing it with my controller, and during the tense moments when I’m making a jump towards the ball, my whole body will seize up, and my leg will shoot up stiff. It must be hilarious to watch. Hopefully no one records it.