Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Twelve Girls Band


If we're on the subject of Chinese classical music instruments and how they can be adapted to the modern music world please listen to another of my favorites: Twelve Girls Band (女子十二乐坊 Nǚzǐ shí'èr Yùefǎng). Goosebumps!

Youtube here. Website here.

Band members (actually 13 in total) play the erhu, pipa, guzheng, yangqin, dizi, xiao and sometimes duxianqin and hulusi.

Erhu virtuoso: George Gao


Few people that have visited parks in China have failed to see someone playing an erhu - the Chinese two-stringed instrument that many call a Chinese violin. If you want to hear someone who can really play the erhu please listen to George Gao ( 高韶青 Gāo Sháoqīng) (see performance here and here). Remember the erhu has only two strings! Absolutely amazing!

www.georgegao.com

Wood block print exhibition Beijing

Rain II ©Ralph Kiggell
Lotus No.9 © Chen Qi

Faramita No.1 © Chen Qi

Don't miss the incredible group exhibition of work by artist-printmakers at Amelie Gallery in 798 Beijing. Runs until March 6, 2009. A definite must see.

More here.

More Miche Booz


© Miche Booz

Another lovely painting from my brother-in-law, just posted on his Facebook page. 

Snatching food from a beggar

It's been an interesting day.

First...

...my husband went out, got a haircut, came back looking like Pauli Walnuts in The Sopranos, went out again, had another haircut, and now looks like Gustav Wasa.

Then...

... we went to dinner, ordered too much food, asked for two doggy bags, one for Emy's lunch tomorrow and one to give to any street person we might come across on the way home. Walking home we found a man rummaging through a bag of old restaurant slops. I asked "Would you like some spare ribs?" He answered "Yes". I gave him one of the doggy bags and walked on. A minute later Burton says "I guess I'll give some other beggar the spare ribs". Realizing that I had given away the wrong doggy bag (Emy wanted the sweet-n-sour pork for lunch) I went back to the beggar - who was just opening up the bag I had given him -  and said "I made a mistake, here are the spareribs", switched the bag out of his hands and took back the sweet-n-sour pork.

When Gustav Wasa passed by a few minutes later the beggar was happily eating the spare ribs. 

Emy's going to have a great school lunch tomorrow.

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Sweden © Ingrid Booz Morejohn

Today the weather in Chengdu is so beautiful that I feel like throwing myself on a green lawn and looking at the sky. The grey has left and the birds are singing. Let it last!

Monday, February 2, 2009

Please go across street to defecate


090201 ©Ingrid Booz Morejohn

How many Sichuanese does it take to move house?



Yujie Dongjie, Chengdu 090202 ©Ingrid Booz Morejohn

Saw this bunch of geniuses moving someone's house yesterday. The big discussion was how to load the last remaining piece of furniture on to the truck. After much head-scratching they shoved, scraped, smashed and crammed the piece on and tied it up. None of the furniture was protected in any way, it looked like a pile of junk on its way to the dump. Reminds me of a move I made in Hong Kong. We all used a group of guys called "the little boys". When I was moving back to Sweden I hired them to cart off my boxes to the shipping office. The first thing they did was kick the boxes down the stairs, letting each box happily bounce and crash from step to step, like in a cartoon. 

Morbid tourism in earthquake zone


Hanwang, Sichuan ©Paddy Booz

Shortly after the May 12, 2008 earthquake in Sichuan we heard of local Chengdu residents going up to the earthquake area just to rubberneck at destroyed buildings and surviviors camped out near the ruins of their previous lives. Indeed, so many people drove out to Mianyang and Dujiangyan (two of the closest areas near Chengdu hit by the earthquake) that their cars were blocking the roads and they had to be shooed away by the police. Admittedly for many it was  a way of trying to fathom what on earth had happened. The earthquake had come so suddenly and caused such enormous tragedy that Sichuan and a lot of China were in a state of shock. Seeing with your own eyes buildings that were leaning on their sides and whole villages completely obliterated in just a few seconds is something difficult for the mind and heart to comprehend, so many understandably sought answers by visiting in person. 

Others just came to gawk and take pictures, like tourists. This kind of voyeuristic tourism is well-studied and has many names: "morbid tourism", "dark tourism", "thanatourism", "disaster tourism", "grief tourism", etc. I'm the first to admit that there is a kind of magnetic appeal to places where something horrible has happened. I remember on a visit to New York friends being fascinated by an otherwise completely normal looking house that was the site of the Amityville Haunting on Long Island (which later evolved into the Amityville Horror book and movie). A large industry has grown up around this kind of tourism: Tourists visit the tunnel in Paris where Princess Diana died in a car crash. They join Jack the Ripper tours in London and visit The Killing Fields in Cambodia, the London Dungeon, Auschwitz-Birkenau, Ground Zero, Pompeii and Khao Lak in Thailand. It also seems that the farther we distance ourselves from a tragedy the more legitimate (and less voyeuristic) a disaster site becomes: war graveyards, tombs, battlefields, execution sites in the distant past are labeled as "history tours" . Many make the distinction between a natural disaster and a disaster caused by man himself, but it is death, destruction, pain and suffering that is the common drawing card for them all.

China is no exception although many of the sites are clothed in the legitimacy of history, revolution and political legitimacy: Museum of the Nanjing Massacre, the battlefields of the Three Kingdoms, the route of the Long March. Everyday tourists gather around the Well of the Pearl Concubine in the Forbidden City, seemingly trying to figure out how such a small opening could swallow up a concubine. The questions going through their heads are easy to imagine: Was she chopped into pieces first or was she drowned in the well itself? 

...and now finally we have regular tourism to the earthquake areas of Sichuan as seen by this notice in the China Daily:

Holiday revives tourism in quake-hit Sichuan
(Xinhua)
Updated: 2009-02-01 19:01

The provincial tourism office on Sunday announced 16.5 million tourist visits in the holiday, which ended Saturday, up 21.9 percent from the Spring Festival week last year. The Donghekou Earthquake Relics Park, established to commemorate last year's May 12 earthquake, in Qingchuan County welcomed more than 64,300 domestic and overseas tourists during the holiday.
The park contains the ruins of Donghekou Village, where all but 300 of more than 1,400 villagers failed to survive a devastating landslide triggered by the earthquake.

Earthquake tours in the county attracted more than 100,000 visitors in the holiday, which helped revive small businesses, said a tourist office official.

Many tourists visited small restaurants set up by survivors in temporary settlements in Beichuan County, one of the worst affected areas, and were drawn to countryside tours to see farmhouses built after the earthquake.

Source: China Daily online

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Tombstone with occupation "Wife", Helsingborg, Sweden ©Ingrid Booz Morejohn