Värttinä cöncërt (sörry, I couldn’t resïst)

On Monday we went to see Finnish band Värttinä at the Mod Club Theatre—our first concert in mumblety-mumble years. They are a nine-member group consisting of three female singers and six instrumentalists (including button accordion, fiddle and bouzouki). The group originally started as a larger ensemble performing in traditional Karelian (a unique culture of music, poetry and dialect from the eastern region of Finland) folk song styles, but moved on to interpreting the music in more modern ways.

The powerful and hard-edged close harmonies of their singing is not unlike that of the Bulgarian singers, but Värttinä’s arrangements are more pop-orientated, heavy on the percussion. (The excellent percussionist made the obligatory drum solo into a dramatic and athletic display, rather than the usual snooze-fest.)

The songs ranged from fun and bouncy melodies (on a relative scale; we’re not talking Top 40 here) to intense songs that wouldn’t have been out of place if someone had updated Wagner’s Ring cycle with pop music (which, in fact, Värttinä has sort-of done in providing the music for the theatrical The Lord of the Rings). In fact, as the three singers sang songs of rage and betrayal, using stylized arm motions, they resembled of a trio of curse-muttering witches. Get a load of these lyrics:

I throw off sparks, I tear from my tongue words as twisted as tree-roots.
I poke the fire of hatred with my words, I hurl hate back at you.
My mood blackens, blacker than the mind of any mortal.
My loathing drips blood, my pain slashes, curses, drenches with pus.

Yikes! Good thing I don’t understand Finnish!

On the fun and bouncy side, in heavily-accented English the singers exhorted the uptight Torontonians to come to the front and dance (which the crowd finally did towards the end of the show). Though with the music’s tricky multiple time signatures and offbeat rhythms, I joked to Peter that it was dance music for people with five legs!

After the show the band came offstage and mingled with the audience, many of whom were also involved in the LOTR stage show. (The opening act was a co-worker as well, being a violinist from the pit.) The whole atmosphere had a chummy, collegial vibe that was nice. We struck up a lovely conversation with a visiting Finn—desperate for some Finnish culture, one presumes!—who was convinced that Toronto was laid back compared to Europe. We told her to visit Vancouver; then she’d discover what laid back was.

On a final note, it’s been so long since we’ve been to a club; it was soooo much more pleasant to come home from a concert not reeking of smoke. If this is the result of the tough no-smoking laws, me like!

Grandpa’s Birthday Party


(This was written about Jon’s Grandpa’s (and Great-Auntie Marcia’s) 70th birthday dinner we went to a week ago. We went to Rodney’s Oyster House where Jon proceeded to demolish a plate of steamed clams (in lieu of his favourite shellfish, mussels—alas, unavailable that night), a fish-and-chips entrée with salad, and a slice of a homemade, chocolate birthday cake (snuck in with the assistance of staff). Burp.—L)

Grandpa Suzuki was 70 years old.
Daddy brought in the cake and candles.
I didn’t have mussles I just had clams. and when Daddy brought in the cake and candles we startted to sing Happy Birthday. Then we ate some cake and The cake was yummy.

Jon

Weekend Poll: Llama vs. Lion (& Tiger)

Pal Bev emailed me the URL of an annoying internet jingle just to drive us nuts.

The Llama Song

Oh, it is annoying. I do not impune its…well, lack of honour there. But I’m putting up a challenger.

Kenya

And I’m putting it to a vote. This weekend’s poll is to choose between the two. Or worse, supply a contender that you feel is worse than either.

Incidentally, you’re probably going to need some sort of sharp implement to get these songs out of your brain. “Enjoy.”

Oh, one last thing. They’re both looped, so if you’ve been watching one for 25 minutes waiting for the finale, well, it’s probably too late now.

The subwaytrain

Did you go on the subwaytrain? The Doors on the real subwaytrain went Bing Bing Bing. and when the doors went Bing Bing Bing that means that the doors are closing. I go to stop numbor one. and then I go to stop numbor two. then I go to stop numbor three. I went to see my daddy at Sant lornst margy.

Phantom Power & Razor Blades

A couple of thought-provoking articles in the Economist:

First a story about the rise of power consumption via electronic appliances in “standby mode”. Incredible amounts of electricity are wasted because stereos, microwave ovens, TVs, VCRs, PVRs and the like are constantly consuming power to operate their clocks, timers and “instant-on” features. (One wonders why a microwave needs a clock, anyway.) This totally unnecessary use of “phantom power” is largely ignored by manufacturers, even when more energy-saving adjustments are available.

The second article is a more humourous analysis of the development of the disposible razor, with a fancy graph showing possible projections of ever-higher multiples of blades (they’re up to five now) as a hyperbolic line instead of the more typical power curve.

Subway

Well, it turns out that in terms of creative writing, March Break means BREAK, dad, so instead of Jon adding his thoughts to these photos, it will be me. Sorry folks.

Recently, our local subway station completed its elevator installation, and Jon can now accompany us anywhere on the TTC subway line. That has an elevator. That is working. Still, it is not only a great step forward, but made for one excited 9-year-old boy. Jon was stoked for the day.

On the platform, waiting for his first train in living memory.


In some of the cars, if you are able to find select seats empty, you can access wheelchair locks.


Destination reached: St. Lawrence Market in just over an hour, door to door. In the downtown core, elevator connections to street level are in the office towers, so some searching is required.


Tired but happy, Jon finds a little cocooning time at Shopsy’s.

This first trip was quite exhausting, and we were all grumpy for the rest for the day. But two days later we followed up with another subway excursion, and it was a piece of cake. Needless to say, Jon is absolutely subway-crazed these days.