We just returned after a nice weekend at FIMU – a music festival held each year in Belfort (France) – and since the different thoughts about the weekend refuse to coalesce into a well-structured form I shall write them down as they are.
Somehow last year seemed more fun (the novelty factor, perhaps) and nothing of what we attended this time created the magic we experienced in 2003.
The Chinese have a strange way of presenting introductions. An extract from the brochure of the Art troupe National Music and Dance of South China Normal University: “The troupe is composed of ….associate professor Ning Yong who is praised as the Chinese Great Master of Ruan, the associate professor of dance Wang Haiying who is praised as the Rising Star in the Educational Circles of South Guang Dong…”
The French simply do-not-know-or-do-not-want to speak English. In other European countries you may encounter a willingness to communicate – through a few words or monosyllables of English the natives may know – but the French, no sir. They are either wholly ignorant of the language or are resolute in their determination not to speak it.
There are few things in this world that can offer as much relaxation as an hour of listening to violins and cellos.
FIMU is not the best of places to listen to western classical music. Since all concerts are free there is always a thoroughfare of people walking in and out of the halls, frequent whispers between people, and even the occasional ringing of mobile phones. When I express this aloud, my wife says:”It adds to the charm of the place. If you want a perfectly silent environment go to the Vienna music festival and pay a handsome price for each ticket.” Hmmm…..
Wife also says that Anu Malik would have a field day at this festival, hopping in and out of concerts, pinching tunes for his forthcoming movies.