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burntcopperWell, having read through the first third of HBP on car trip to Cardiff, we looked for eats. and passed within two minutes an Indonesian/malay/Thai restaurant. See Family Wallace be drawn like bees to honey. Studied menu. Walked in, got seated, then drooled over menu. Matt sulked due to there being no lamb rendang. Waiter came over, and then looked a tad wary after we ordered and were told after 'You order like Indonesians. Where are you *from*?' Confessed to spending five years in Jakarta. Heard a fair amount of jabbering from kitchen and wary continuous glances from back with implications of 'step it up, these people know what they're talking about.' Food was fucking amazing, though, and that is so my destination when next go to Cardiff.
Saint David's hall, to see Maritza. Fucking amazing. Good staging - very bare with a bit of lighting and three guitarists, with occasional drummer and cellist, all of the old school. Maritza herself is this willowy presence of high cheekbones with a voice without compare who is nothing more and nothing less than a conduit for the music. Seriously. Never stopped moving, could *not* stop moving, and the singing was like this living force. The only other person I think I can compare to her in the 'has to perform, will fucking die if can't perform' and 'has a voice with a range that's unbelievable - whisper to breaking the speakers in one line - is Tom Jones.
If ever you can catch her, go. Beg and steal. You won't regret. You won't understand a word of it, it being in Portugese, but it's an experience you won't forget. Also? She's *funny*. And engages the audience, and gets them clapping along - the drum solo where the drummer kept going a good third past his time because the audience was egging him on was damn good. Stand outs would be the song about her Grandmother, the acoustic traditional Fado she did - her and the guitarists, one leg up on a single chair and standing with a 'come and have a go' air, (from age of five she grew up in a restaurant where they had weekly performances by traditional Fado performers), and the encore, where she got us singing lines of call back. Oh, and the Portugese in the audience. Which was fun. She exhausted herself but my god she was having fun.
Interesting moment - the callbacks had a distinct choral nature about them, due to it being Wales. Was distinctly odd, because, well, Fado and then you had this set of voices which just swelled like they were about to do 'Oh praise ye the Lord'. but anyway. Beg or steal.
Saint David's hall, to see Maritza. Fucking amazing. Good staging - very bare with a bit of lighting and three guitarists, with occasional drummer and cellist, all of the old school. Maritza herself is this willowy presence of high cheekbones with a voice without compare who is nothing more and nothing less than a conduit for the music. Seriously. Never stopped moving, could *not* stop moving, and the singing was like this living force. The only other person I think I can compare to her in the 'has to perform, will fucking die if can't perform' and 'has a voice with a range that's unbelievable - whisper to breaking the speakers in one line - is Tom Jones.
If ever you can catch her, go. Beg and steal. You won't regret. You won't understand a word of it, it being in Portugese, but it's an experience you won't forget. Also? She's *funny*. And engages the audience, and gets them clapping along - the drum solo where the drummer kept going a good third past his time because the audience was egging him on was damn good. Stand outs would be the song about her Grandmother, the acoustic traditional Fado she did - her and the guitarists, one leg up on a single chair and standing with a 'come and have a go' air, (from age of five she grew up in a restaurant where they had weekly performances by traditional Fado performers), and the encore, where she got us singing lines of call back. Oh, and the Portugese in the audience. Which was fun. She exhausted herself but my god she was having fun.
Interesting moment - the callbacks had a distinct choral nature about them, due to it being Wales. Was distinctly odd, because, well, Fado and then you had this set of voices which just swelled like they were about to do 'Oh praise ye the Lord'. but anyway. Beg or steal.
