|This entry is dedicated to…|
|Bripi, the drummer in my life|
|Walking into town, I pass the Bristol Art Museum, where there's been a solid line of people all day every day from the day I arrived till now (I'm writing this 7/4/09).|
These people are waiting… waiting to see the Art of Banksy.
|Banksy, whose irreverant and mischevious art we'll discuss later, when I visit the exhibit myself.|
|I find myself in the Bristol Park where some sort of fight-dance festival is under-way: kicks and throws are being dished out to the hypnotic rhythm of a score of drummers.|
I watch two of them go at it. The fat one slides across the hot grass and, when he meets up with the skinny, meaty one, their blows are all sizzle-popping fast. An orange drum squeezes out an acid rhythm in the background. They flip out of the circle and are replaced; this time, the fight moves in a slowly expanding circle that coalesces, after several flips, into an opaque matrix of bubbling blows. Two more find their way in and slather pain on each other: thick, red, and lumpy. They pop out and the observers know it's time to break this fast fighting and relax.
I take this as a cue to leave and find some supper. Heading off, I find a shirtless fighter hiding behind a pillar with a cigarette. As the drum reaches a fevered pitch - they weren't done after all - he tells me he's too embarassed to smoke in front of all his healthy friends.
|There are few things in life more tasty than eating, but many things which can cause one to delay it… such as getting a library card. It's generally the first thing I do when I arrive somewhere and it's remarkable that I've delayed this long. Legend has it that the morning after arriving in Huntsville, Alabama, the German rocket scientists went as a group to the city library to get their cards - libraries are very important. As I exit the venerable halls of the Bristol Library, I reflect that this is the eighth public library system I've had a card for and, possibly, the sixteenth library system total. It's getting hard to keep track. |
|This past week's been spent delving deeper into the glacial buisness, taking walks around the city, eating out again with the Italians, and generally acclimatising to life here.|