Random artsy-fartsy notes
Jacki's arts calendar was on overload this weekend, what with Jazzfest Sarajevo and the wine tasting at Karabit Cafe. (Mad props to Maria for introducing me to JoÃo Bosco / Gonzalo Rubalcaba Group. Viva Brazil!) I'm still deciding whether or not to sit through an evening of Zappa with the The Grande Mothers Re:invented. I think I might have hit the wall. Collapse appears to be imminent. And my tummy hurts.
Dork that I am, I must tell you about my brush with fame, or, rather, how I very nearly almost brushed up against a person with fame. Up to this point, my life has been pretty bereft of celebrity sightings. Well, apart from James Carville, that is, whom I have now seen on two separate occasions: once at a DC Starbucks and once at an Alexandria Sutton Place Gourmet. And, yes, he seems as amusingly eccentric in person as he does on tv.
So, fast forward to last Friday. Picture lovely and sophisticated moi and my equally lovely and sophisticated friend, Enisa, sloshing merrily through regional cabernets, merlots, and pinots. Somewhere between a mediocre red and a fantabulous white, Enisa says, quite casually, "Jasmila Žbanić is behind you. On your right." And, oh my God, she was! And people were talking to her like she was real people! So, I ask, "How is it that she's not being hounded by rabid fans? How?" In that ever so cool Bosnian chic that I have never mastered (and probably never will), she says, "It's a small town. People know her from way back. They know her family. It's not so much a big deal."
Really? Not a big deal. Huh. Well, you'll be pleased to know that I comported myself with utmost aplomb and didn't do anything embarrassing like touch her clothes or smell her hair because that would have been not cool. And weird. Definitely weird.
So, that's my by the way plug for Jasmila and Grbavica. An excellent movie.
Lastly, I would like to share with you my growing affection for Balkan hip-hop. True. I am currently loving this girl...
Her name is Diyala, and her new video, Raw, is awesome. Check it out.
Dork that I am, I must tell you about my brush with fame, or, rather, how I very nearly almost brushed up against a person with fame. Up to this point, my life has been pretty bereft of celebrity sightings. Well, apart from James Carville, that is, whom I have now seen on two separate occasions: once at a DC Starbucks and once at an Alexandria Sutton Place Gourmet. And, yes, he seems as amusingly eccentric in person as he does on tv.
So, fast forward to last Friday. Picture lovely and sophisticated moi and my equally lovely and sophisticated friend, Enisa, sloshing merrily through regional cabernets, merlots, and pinots. Somewhere between a mediocre red and a fantabulous white, Enisa says, quite casually, "Jasmila Žbanić is behind you. On your right." And, oh my God, she was! And people were talking to her like she was real people! So, I ask, "How is it that she's not being hounded by rabid fans? How?" In that ever so cool Bosnian chic that I have never mastered (and probably never will), she says, "It's a small town. People know her from way back. They know her family. It's not so much a big deal."
Really? Not a big deal. Huh. Well, you'll be pleased to know that I comported myself with utmost aplomb and didn't do anything embarrassing like touch her clothes or smell her hair because that would have been not cool. And weird. Definitely weird.
So, that's my by the way plug for Jasmila and Grbavica. An excellent movie.
Lastly, I would like to share with you my growing affection for Balkan hip-hop. True. I am currently loving this girl...
Her name is Diyala, and her new video, Raw, is awesome. Check it out.
posted by J. at
6:56 AM
4 Comments:
Balkan hip hop?! Interesting. I'm not a fan of hip hop, but I appreciate a 'hip hoppee' like Missy Elliot for her creativity. Diyala reminds me of a cross between M. Elliot and Bjork (one of my favourite artistes). Now listening to "Raw". Intriguing ... and the images on her site add to the overall unique impact. (Got here through Kamsin's blog).
Balkan hip-hop.
This is the reason I love blogs. I love this girl.
Ditto, Jenny.
I like the two ending sentences in your first paragraph...very funny!
I must admit, I haven't heard of Bosnian hip-hop, but hey - that's OK by me.
I saw that your blog referred my website, and just wanted to stop by and say hey.
So...hey.
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