One of the fun things of a summer in holland...are all the music festivals. this past weekend we went to two of them, both centering on 'world music'. On saturday we went to Festival Mundial in Tilburg. Quite a popular festival, with 3 or 4 stages and many other booths set up either selling 'worldly items' (aka hippie things)...or tents to promote supporting a good cause- mostly related to world health and charities and the such. The only name I knew of the musicians was Gabriel Rios, and I only knew one song of his. We also listened to a Ukrainian Folk band, which ended up being a rock band with an accordian and a metal sword, but they were fun. We heard of course some raggae and more often spanish/salsa music. It was a fun day, however it rained over half the time and the ground was quite muddy. But we didn't let that stop us from having fun and enjoying drinks to numb the pain in our feet from standing the whole day.
On Sunday, M and I went to Amsterdam with the intent to see a traditional Korean drumming group at the Roots Festival in the Oosterpark. In the early afternoon we went to the Tropen Museum, which chronicles life and cultures of those societies that live in the tropics. Pretty interesting...didn't get to see quite everything. Then we went to the park and walked around. Not quite as organized as well as Festival Mundial, but still ok. We saw this group perform traditional Javanese music on this large wooden xylophone type instrument. It was really neat and really good. About 10 men were playing at one time. It was very beautifully decorated as well (the instrument). Then at 430 when we thought the Korean group would play...they didn't. We finally asked someone at the info point and they said they were playing at 7 instead. We were getting rather tired, and would have been home after 10 if we stayed, so we decided to go home. Too bad, but hopefully there will be another opportunity in the future.
It was interesting to note that the tropical cultures we saw in the museum- from indonesian to african to latin- were the cultures and music that were highlighted at the Roots Festival, just down the street from the museum. It was a good combination.
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Haven't seen this in awhile...
Get out the Hy-vent rain jackets and rain pants...its raining again in Holland!
For the first time in 48 days, it rained on Sunday. It hasn't rained here since March...this is extremely unusual. Of course, all this rain now is good for the plants and grass...but not for bike riding. I really did enjoy the lack of rain, and I started taking it for granted. But, on Monday as I was riding back from the gym in the rain, I did realize that I missed the smell of rain in the air. And, rain is what makes Holland, Holland. You wouldn't have all these canals, lakes, ducks, geese, fenders on bikes, umbrellas, and covered bus stops if it didn't rain here all the time. Well, its been over 2 days now of rain, I'm ready for the sun again.
I'm sorry I didn't update lately. I was having problems signing in to blogger and I could not get to my page to post something new. I did want to write about this past weekend though.
On May 4th, the Netherlands 'celebrates' Memorial Day, remembering specifically all those who died in WWII, and all wars in general too. This is commemorated by 2 minutes of silence at 8pm. In Utrecht, there is usually a large gathering of people on the Domplein (the square in front of the large church in Utrecht- the Dom) to remember and have a moment of silence. This year I did not get to this service, but I was out playing basketball at a park with M and some of his bball mates. And what struck me was that they kept asking me what time it was. At 745pm, the Dom's bell started ringing. At about 8 they all stopped playing and sat on the side of the court. At first, since I'm so oblivious to everything, I just thought they wanted to take a break. But after the bells stopped at 8, and no one was talking, it then struck me that, oh, these guys are paying their respects, 2 minutes of silence. And then at 8:02, it was back to playing. I thought this to be rather impressive and significant... a bunch of Dutch guys in their mid-20's, who don't seem to care one way or the other about many things...are so respectful for this day and those who have died in the war, actually stop their game of bball for a moment of silence.
The following day, May 5th, is Liberation Day, and the festivities are much more visible and fabulous. This anniversary marks the end of German occupation in WWII. Holland was mostly liberated by the Canadians in 1945. On this day, now a national holiday (only since 1990), festivals are held all over the country. Large all-day musical concerts/festivals are held in many of the larger cities. This year, the Bevrijdingsdag (Liberation day) Festival in Utrecht was a good one. My favorite Dutch band, Racoon, (like there's a bunch to choose from!!) played first, at 1:15pm, and only for 30 minutes unfortunately. But I was there and ready and excited. Racoon was great and it was fun times. In typical dutch fashion, M and I brought our own beer and snacks and shared with the 3 other friends who were with us, right before the concert. Also in typical Dutch fashion, the porta-potties were 50cents per use!!! That's robbery! What happened to our freedom!?? Even funnier- you could buy a 'day pass' for 2 euros, and use the porta-potties as many times as you wanted through-out the day! haha!!
So, we stayed til about 430, and my knees were killing me from standing up for the last 4 hrs. In that time we listened to a reggae band and some other DJs who were playing. M loves reggae and he was dancing like crazy. Ya-mon. We also enjoyed an ice cream.
Today I worked over 4 hours at the hostel and once again, checked in a bunch of Italians. Those Italians...they like Holland...and I think I know the reason why.
I will try to keep blogging as long as Blogger lets me!
PS- Purple Crocodile has updated! See the link on the right hand column.
For the first time in 48 days, it rained on Sunday. It hasn't rained here since March...this is extremely unusual. Of course, all this rain now is good for the plants and grass...but not for bike riding. I really did enjoy the lack of rain, and I started taking it for granted. But, on Monday as I was riding back from the gym in the rain, I did realize that I missed the smell of rain in the air. And, rain is what makes Holland, Holland. You wouldn't have all these canals, lakes, ducks, geese, fenders on bikes, umbrellas, and covered bus stops if it didn't rain here all the time. Well, its been over 2 days now of rain, I'm ready for the sun again.
I'm sorry I didn't update lately. I was having problems signing in to blogger and I could not get to my page to post something new. I did want to write about this past weekend though.
On May 4th, the Netherlands 'celebrates' Memorial Day, remembering specifically all those who died in WWII, and all wars in general too. This is commemorated by 2 minutes of silence at 8pm. In Utrecht, there is usually a large gathering of people on the Domplein (the square in front of the large church in Utrecht- the Dom) to remember and have a moment of silence. This year I did not get to this service, but I was out playing basketball at a park with M and some of his bball mates. And what struck me was that they kept asking me what time it was. At 745pm, the Dom's bell started ringing. At about 8 they all stopped playing and sat on the side of the court. At first, since I'm so oblivious to everything, I just thought they wanted to take a break. But after the bells stopped at 8, and no one was talking, it then struck me that, oh, these guys are paying their respects, 2 minutes of silence. And then at 8:02, it was back to playing. I thought this to be rather impressive and significant... a bunch of Dutch guys in their mid-20's, who don't seem to care one way or the other about many things...are so respectful for this day and those who have died in the war, actually stop their game of bball for a moment of silence.
The following day, May 5th, is Liberation Day, and the festivities are much more visible and fabulous. This anniversary marks the end of German occupation in WWII. Holland was mostly liberated by the Canadians in 1945. On this day, now a national holiday (only since 1990), festivals are held all over the country. Large all-day musical concerts/festivals are held in many of the larger cities. This year, the Bevrijdingsdag (Liberation day) Festival in Utrecht was a good one. My favorite Dutch band, Racoon, (like there's a bunch to choose from!!) played first, at 1:15pm, and only for 30 minutes unfortunately. But I was there and ready and excited. Racoon was great and it was fun times. In typical dutch fashion, M and I brought our own beer and snacks and shared with the 3 other friends who were with us, right before the concert. Also in typical Dutch fashion, the porta-potties were 50cents per use!!! That's robbery! What happened to our freedom!?? Even funnier- you could buy a 'day pass' for 2 euros, and use the porta-potties as many times as you wanted through-out the day! haha!!
So, we stayed til about 430, and my knees were killing me from standing up for the last 4 hrs. In that time we listened to a reggae band and some other DJs who were playing. M loves reggae and he was dancing like crazy. Ya-mon. We also enjoyed an ice cream.
Today I worked over 4 hours at the hostel and once again, checked in a bunch of Italians. Those Italians...they like Holland...and I think I know the reason why.
I will try to keep blogging as long as Blogger lets me!
PS- Purple Crocodile has updated! See the link on the right hand column.
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