Archive for March, 2010

Massive Attack at Sydney Opera House Forecourt.

Posted in music, Sydney on March 18, 2010 by Chloe Partikas

When in Sydney this week for the 2010 Frocomm New Media Summit, I managed to sneak in some time to go and see Massive Attack at the Sydney Opera House forecourt.

I had been waiting to see them since I was 11; when an 18 year old family friend played them to me. That was the moment I learnt that the music world was bigger than what I was listening to on Fox FM and that this strange sound known as Trip-Hop existed!

Massive Attack were an important influence on me during the years I did contemporary dancing, I loved to choreograph narratives to their unpredictable noise. They have always helped me cope with stress, and to escape to a mental world of daydreaming that is away from reality and a land of possibilities.

The venue of Sydney Opera House was so appropriate, two icons came together – THE Australian building which is known around the world, and the masters of Trip-Hop.

The Sydney crowd did not dance as much I was expecting, but I boogied away and let myself be completely absorbed by the live Massive Attack experience.

As soon as they began playing a hush fell over the audience, we were all transfixed by their presence.

I was thoroughly exhausted after their two hour set, but my spirit and lust for life was fully recharged.

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Thank-you to Anton Chekhov.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on March 4, 2010 by Chloe Partikas

Recently I have revisited 19th century short story writer Anton Chekhov’s mind, through the collection of his short stories titled “The Lady with the Little Dog.”
The collection includes The House with the Mezzanine, Peasants, Man in a Case, Gooseberries, About Love, A Visit to Friends, The Lady with the Little Dog and Disturbing the Balance.

Although Chekhov’s stories appear mundane, their unique ‘slice of life’ quality has retaunt me to live each day in isolation in order to appreciate the little things. In saying live each day in isolation, I have been focusing on leaving each days worries to their right time and place.
Lost affirmations of Something New Every Day and We are here, and it is now, and I know that won’t always be the case have crept back to the front of my mind.

Characters loose lovers, paths never cross again, towns are left in ashes and unexpectedly fleeing Russia has reminded me to appreciate the beauty of the moments which add sparkle to mundane life, because (pre corny warning) you never know what tomorrow will bring.

Here are snippets from my favourite stories:

“The old people, excited and disturbed by the stories, thought about the beauty of youth, now that it was past;
no matter what it had really
been like, they could only remember it as bright, joyful and moving.”
Peasants

Selective memory is a wonderfully crafted feature of our minds. It is so calculated, as why should, we waste brain space and energy remembering sad and pessimistic times?!

“When you see a broad village street on a moonlit night, its huts, hayricks and sleeping willows, your heart is filled with tranquillity and finds sanctuary from its toil, worries and sorrows in this calm and in the shadows of night. It becomes gentle, sad and beautiful, and it seems that the very stars are looking down on it with love and tenderness, that all evil has vanished from the world and that happiness is everywhere.”
Man in a Case

I have not been to Russia yet but European fields appear are so peaceful and myterious to a young Australian mind. Remembering driving past seemingly endless fields of sunflowers in Slovenia when I was 18 brings my inner peace back into alignment in stress inducing situations.

My dear readers, I will leave you with my favourite Chekhov quote taken from A Visit to Friends

“Misha, don’t run away from happiness. Grasp it while you can. If you wait too long you’ll be running when it’s too late to catch it.”