Spirit of Armenia

Posted by Eric Brightwell, August 2, 2007 06:22pm | Post a Comment
I checked out the "Spirit of Armenia!" Sunday night up at the Hollywood Bowl with my beloved Ngoc em. I've lived in Los Angeles. for more than a few years now and, shamefully, it was my first time up there. I'd definitely like to go back soon.

Anyway, I didn't know what to expect at all. My exposure to Armenian music is mostly limited to KSCI where I've seen seen more than enough Tupac-indebted gangsta rap. Still, I would possibly prefer that to my even stronger dislike of five thousand-year-old tunes played on a fretless bass.

The Bowl was pretty full. Even though we were outside and there was no smoking except outside, the air hung heavy with cigarette/cigar smoke and perfume. We brought 2 Buck Chuck and cheese with sesame pita chips. We found our seats. Saw a couple of friends near us but sat where we were assigned.

I don't think I've ever been to one of those concerts with the big screens projecting what's going on the stage before. No lie, I think the biggest concert I'd ever been to (before last night) was Big Audio Dynamite in a park in 1992.

I found myself alternating between squinting at the stage and craning at the big screens. I wished I'd brought binoculars or opera glasses or something. It's like being at a sports bar. Even if you want to focus on something, the televisions all around hypnotize with their pretty colors! It's even more difficult to look away when you're periodically blinded by the gleam of gargantuan images of Adiss Harmandian cracking smirks and busting out in his Tom Jones-like gestures.

Although the Armenian diaspora is pretty wide spread, I'm guessing that 95% of the world have no more than a rather vague notion of the country it is. I don't put the blame entirely on us, though. It seems like Armenians, whilst assuredly proud of their history, frequently downplay their ancestral origins -- at least in the case of celebrities. 

Consider this list of famous Armenians:

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Posted by Job O Brother, April 19, 2007 10:21am | Post a Comment

               EXT. BACKYARD - DAY

               JOB, (early 30's) scrubs clothes on a washboard in a large

               His movements are slow, laborious. He is melancholy.

               From the back-door of a house comes OLIVER CROMWELL, (mid 50's)
               holding two glasses of lime-aid.

               He walks over to Job.

                                   OLIVER CROMWELL

               Job gives a tired smile. He extracts his hands from the soapy
               water and wipes them on his shirt-front. He accepts the
               beverage and sips.

                                   OLIVER CROMWELL (CONT'D)
                         Hot day.