Thereafter...
There was WOMAD ... The stink of poseurs scatter; the stench of quixotism falter! Evocative of Berlin's Carnival of Culture, with none so whatever provocative.
Fortunately I had complimentary tickets. The whole atmosphere had the brand of pretence etched on it. Everything, starting from the accents, the dressing, the stalls on display, the ridiculous Korean woman hollering?!! It felt as though a a rich man decided to throw a party at his mansion perched on top of a hill separated from the hoi polloi.
If music was the attraction of WOMAD, according to past success, and since WOMAD has been around for some years, it must be due to the music isn't it? Not Quite.
Or perhaps Friday was just lukewarm... though it was fun lying on the slopping grass patch, with the stage at the foreground, and the white imposing mansion at the background.
And then there was IMF. Plain boring till the last day, where there was a Grand Extravaganza at the Esplanade. Honestly, it was impressive. Other than that, I collected my $400 and swept my backside off.
Fortunately I had complimentary tickets. The whole atmosphere had the brand of pretence etched on it. Everything, starting from the accents, the dressing, the stalls on display, the ridiculous Korean woman hollering?!! It felt as though a a rich man decided to throw a party at his mansion perched on top of a hill separated from the hoi polloi.
If music was the attraction of WOMAD, according to past success, and since WOMAD has been around for some years, it must be due to the music isn't it? Not Quite.
Or perhaps Friday was just lukewarm... though it was fun lying on the slopping grass patch, with the stage at the foreground, and the white imposing mansion at the background.
