Ich geb Dir was Dir fehlt...
Long time no see once again. Shit went down, things happened and keep happening. I left home, am staying at an acquaintance's while looking for my own place, which is harder than one should think, have now managed to get myself an apprentice position; apparently I can still talk to people and be convincing, and the fact that my cv is full of weirdly disconnected stuff is more appealing than off-putting to some.
But I don't really want to dwell on any of this. This here shall be my place of wonder and beauty and not rl. I only mention the above because a) it is thematically related to the rest of the entry which b) has sort of given me the motivation and peace of mind to react favorably to the turn of events. And c)... uh, I'll come back to this later.
SO... hm... after 15 years of yearning and squeeing everytime a commercial came on and me shouting out how I was going to go and see that or die, after dozens of missed opportunities... my sister finally got the point. It only took the notice that the thing is coming to an end this summer and will never be around the country ever again. And me being depressed and teary for months before my birthday.
Don't ask why I didn't go for it by myself. I have no answer.
Anyway to make the story short... about a month ago we were in Berlin and watched Tanz Der Vampire at the Theater des Westens. All in all it cost her hundreds of Euros. And I will never repay that. Also, about a month from now we'll go and see it again.
Along with the trip to Manchester this was one of the most awesome experiences in my life. It's a month now and I'm still tingly all over. You can't waggle music by Jim Steinman, all the Meat Loaf references, and musical and those costumes (!) and innuendo and hotness and parody and this kind of thing before my eyes and expect me not to freak out on the inside, or on the outside for that matter.
It was brilliant and magic and oh God! And have I truly almost forgotten how much I love the spoken German language?
It's been ages since I have felt that alive and burning. I have no words, I wish I had them, but here you go... it's all inside me and I can't express how much and how colourful and big and full of love it is, just pure sensation, like a kaleidoscope that's come alive.
Our cast was marvellous. The voices and the facial expressions! We didn't expect anything to start with and we got the best that we could have at this moment in time. Which has resulted in undying love for the whole thing and my sister's crush on Ivan Ozhogin. Who... is one hell of a Graf von Krolock. Very different from others, I'd say, cruel and strict, yes, but also... he's got a smirk and a look just there between disdain and amusement that gets your blood going. And also... he's bloody tall with long legs and horribly, painfully pretty.
I have raided the internet for videos of other performances, especially the Russian ones for very specific reasons, one of which would be Mr Ozhogin obviously, while the second would be beautiful (and other not only quite so positive things) Herbert, his son, particularly one certain actor, whose face makes me want to go out into the woods and hunt something wild with only my own bare hands and teeth. Also, him and Magda look like twins in the Russian finale, which is absolutely gorgeous and terribly sexy.
Ah, it's sad how frustrated I seem to be, But also, ha, right c) ... hm, point being, that despite being fine with having left home etc, the amount of pictures I have drawn over the last couple of weeks of Daddy!Graf von Krolock with Herbert indicates that I am strongly trying to compensate for the lack of paternal understanding and unconditional love. I mean I always knew I was lacking it, but I didn't really consider that I would be one to actually try and compensate for it. Suppose there are worse ways to do it though.
Oh guys... I don't even mind anything, I'm so badly in love again. I'm sure I'll be posting videos and pictures. And I hate the world for it, but I never felt so close to getting a tumblr. Which I will probably never do anyway x)
But I don't really want to dwell on any of this. This here shall be my place of wonder and beauty and not rl. I only mention the above because a) it is thematically related to the rest of the entry which b) has sort of given me the motivation and peace of mind to react favorably to the turn of events. And c)... uh, I'll come back to this later.
SO... hm... after 15 years of yearning and squeeing everytime a commercial came on and me shouting out how I was going to go and see that or die, after dozens of missed opportunities... my sister finally got the point. It only took the notice that the thing is coming to an end this summer and will never be around the country ever again. And me being depressed and teary for months before my birthday.
Don't ask why I didn't go for it by myself. I have no answer.
Anyway to make the story short... about a month ago we were in Berlin and watched Tanz Der Vampire at the Theater des Westens. All in all it cost her hundreds of Euros. And I will never repay that. Also, about a month from now we'll go and see it again.
Along with the trip to Manchester this was one of the most awesome experiences in my life. It's a month now and I'm still tingly all over. You can't waggle music by Jim Steinman, all the Meat Loaf references, and musical and those costumes (!) and innuendo and hotness and parody and this kind of thing before my eyes and expect me not to freak out on the inside, or on the outside for that matter.
It was brilliant and magic and oh God! And have I truly almost forgotten how much I love the spoken German language?
It's been ages since I have felt that alive and burning. I have no words, I wish I had them, but here you go... it's all inside me and I can't express how much and how colourful and big and full of love it is, just pure sensation, like a kaleidoscope that's come alive.
Our cast was marvellous. The voices and the facial expressions! We didn't expect anything to start with and we got the best that we could have at this moment in time. Which has resulted in undying love for the whole thing and my sister's crush on Ivan Ozhogin. Who... is one hell of a Graf von Krolock. Very different from others, I'd say, cruel and strict, yes, but also... he's got a smirk and a look just there between disdain and amusement that gets your blood going. And also... he's bloody tall with long legs and horribly, painfully pretty.
I have raided the internet for videos of other performances, especially the Russian ones for very specific reasons, one of which would be Mr Ozhogin obviously, while the second would be beautiful (and other not only quite so positive things) Herbert, his son, particularly one certain actor, whose face makes me want to go out into the woods and hunt something wild with only my own bare hands and teeth. Also, him and Magda look like twins in the Russian finale, which is absolutely gorgeous and terribly sexy.
Ah, it's sad how frustrated I seem to be, But also, ha, right c) ... hm, point being, that despite being fine with having left home etc, the amount of pictures I have drawn over the last couple of weeks of Daddy!Graf von Krolock with Herbert indicates that I am strongly trying to compensate for the lack of paternal understanding and unconditional love. I mean I always knew I was lacking it, but I didn't really consider that I would be one to actually try and compensate for it. Suppose there are worse ways to do it though.
Oh guys... I don't even mind anything, I'm so badly in love again. I'm sure I'll be posting videos and pictures. And I hate the world for it, but I never felt so close to getting a tumblr. Which I will probably never do anyway x)