Local Heart, Global Soul

April 20, 2012

The Entertainment Turns out to be Entertaining and More…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Family Kiwidutch are staying at the Distinction Hotel in Rotorua and have been able to go to one of the Hotel restaurants to sample a tradional Maori Hangi (food cooked in the ground).

After the dinner there is also a small Maori display of dance and song  and Himself and I think this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce our kids to Maori  culture.

Since my roots are in the South Island (where traditionally only 5% of the Maori population live) I have to confess that my exposure to Maori culture is probably more limited than it should be.

Painfully aware of this deficit, I’ve determined to learn more and to expose my  children to any Maori experiences we can manage… so the chance  to see more is welcomed even if  it is a bit of  a  ”touristic” view.

Back at home in the Netherlands,Little Mr.and Himself  have been attempting to learn the words and actions of the Haka over the last year, an enterprise (especially on Little Mr’s part) sometimes filled with more good intent, face-pulling, noise  and enthusiasm than actual accuracy.

I’ve often had to pretend that tears of laughter were actually tears of fear due to the fervour of their warrior ‘intimidation” but the fact remains that the sight of a “Maori” battle force that consists soley of a 196 cm (6’5″) Dutchman accompanied by a short six year old skinny kid  stamping their feet and beating their chests and thighs and shouting “Ka Mate  Ka Mate” (“it is death, it is death” (pronounced: “car ma tay”) as loud as they can, is more likley to assult your funny bone and give you temours of the mirthful kind, than to make you shake with fear and instill terror to your heart.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Here in Rotorua they can see how it’s really done and to our delight, not only do we get a little show, the performers are also quick to involve the audience… first a young Korean man gets called up onto the stage to be presented with his (pre-arranged) Birthday cake and to receive a “Hongi” (a traditional greeting that involves touching of noses and sharing of breath) and much to the mirth of the rest of his tour party the guy is first timid until he understands what actions are required of him and then gets so enthusiastic that it almost turns what’s supposed to be a very gentle touch,  into a head-butt.

Next the ladies were invited up to learn a Poi dance… well not the dance really, just some Poi actions and Kiwi Daughter went up and gave it a go.

One thing is certain, it looks easy but it definiately is not, she gave it a galent effort as did the other ladies who were also fast discovering that their hand-eye co-ordination skills needed a great deal of fine tuning. They laughed as hard as everyone else at it all and it was great fun.

A little later the men and boys are invited onto the stage to learn a Haka, Little Mr, so full of bravado and noise at home suddenly clings to me in total shyness whilst Himself gleefully goes up and gives it his best shot.

Some visiting Australian tourists (several guys and their sons) make a good attempt too but the most entertaining buy far on the night were several older Korean and Japanese men who had a great deal of enthusiasm but very little coordination at following along in time with the rest of the groups movements and who’s chanted words resembled the actual Maori ones only insofar as they were sounds issued from their vocal chords… not just their group but the entire place were wiping away tears of mirth as they tried seriously and heroically to do a Haka but failed miserably.

They took it all in excellent spirit and beamingly returned to their seats to great applause.

Afterwards some of the peformers came out and posed with the guests so the Kiwidutch family album sports some very amusing family photographs.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

All in all we have had an excellent time this evening, great food, entertaining entertainment and a very small but enjoyable introduction to Maori culture. I took a few video’s and posted them to You Tube but have been less successful getting them to link properly in this post… Do you see clickable links below that consist for strange number /letter combinations or do you see real You Tube “frames”?  At least when I tried, clicking the link took me  to the video… I hope it does the same for you.

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May 15, 2011

There’s a First Time for Everything…

Last night I did something I have never done before. I watched  the Eurovision Song Contest.  It took place this year in Düsseldorf Germany, because if I understand the rules, the winner of last years event was the German entry.

Living in New Zealand, you have no clue what Eurovision is.  Living in The Netherlands I still didn’t,   I vaguely knew it existed because one day in the year there would be a headline on the News telling all about who had won Eurovision that year, but by that time of course I’d missed it.

The other predominant factor to my never having seen it was a subtle one…  I discovered a while back that Himself apparently loathes it.

It was apparently never quite just a stoke of luck that we would be surely be busy entertaining, or being entertained by family and friends on “that” evening, and of course naturally enough,  never with any die-hard Eurovision fans.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Himself dismisses Eurovision as a politically stage-managed and rigged outcome of a very bad song event where buddy countries vote for their friends and countries with deep long-standing personal differences exact revenge by awarding zero points to each other.

It’s a popularity contest he says, the Eastern Block will vote for each other no matter how bad the song, and The Netherlands and Belgium will probably give each other the maximum possble points of offer because they know that no one else will.

Again no account is seemingly taken as to the strength or weakness of the songs. Apparently many of the songs in Eurovision are weak anyway… not just weak, but ailing, sad and just downright painful.

It’s an ignoble tradition that Eurovision songwriters and composers are meant to live up to.

My research tells me that the  peoples of Europe  are meant to treat it like a comedy and weep tears of laughter as they watch, yelling enthusiastically  and hysterically at the television if the song they like least is bumped up the list by it’s friends, or if their favourite is downgraded. Many of them however take it seriously.

Ok… so my Eurovision Experience was set to remain at zero, until one particular  blogger came into my computer.

This was Jamie who’s a self confessed Eurovision fanatic. From his blog “One Life”   http://jamieonline.wordpress.com/2011/05/12/planning-the-perfect-eurovision- party/#comment-636  and his posts http://jamieonline.wordpress.com/2011/05/10/deja-vu-dusseldorf-semi-final-1/ and http://jamieonline.wordpress.com/2011/05/11/deja-vu-dusseldorf-semi-final-2/  I learned that not everyone who enters Eurovision gets to the chance to preform on the “Big Night”, because there is a two part run-off  beforehand and some countries are already eliminated.

This would explain why I can’t find The Netherlands in this year’s line up, they didn’t make it though the preliminary elimination process. because of Jamie’s posts I was prompted to watch the two shows earlier in the week… to be honest I don’t think the Dutch boys were so bad?  That said, after a little research, I also thought that they sounded better on the YouTube version of their song than they did on the live performance. The fact that we are not a big country with a lot of clout and many friends probably didn’t help either. Oh well.

Then I looked at Belgium’s entry and it was no surprise why they didn’t get though…  ouch, What were they thinking??? About the only thing Belgium could console itself it with was that the Portuguese entry was even worse (and that’s saying something)… the Portuguese song being all bout  protesting for better working conditions made it look like no-one told them it wasn’t at trade union event they were attending.

I discovered too that there are many stories behind Eurovision…

- I discover that Israel’s entry is a woman who used to be a man (looks stunning too, but they didn’t make it though to the final)…

-  that the Romanian entry is a British guy (great voice!) … but does that mean you don’t need to be a National of the country you represent?  apparently not…?

- that the guy on the Finnish entry has a  funny name (Paradise Oskar)  a nice song and a good voice but a face that even a die-hard pacifist would want to slap for it’s extreme smugness. Very off-putting, but in his defense he’s very very young and someone needs to tell him that he’s trying too hard.

- that  Iceland’s singer/songwriter  passed away suddenly recently so his mates are singing it for him…(yes seriously, I got a lump in throat and damp eyes on this one)

- that France has the world’s youngest tenor,  very easy on the eye, with a voice of liquid gold for their entry… Oooh la la!

- what I haven’t sorted out yet is how there appeared to be an elimination procedure for every European country except Germany, Italy, France, Spain, and the United Kingdom…  they appear to be directly though on some kind of “go straight to the final“  ticket,  and since I don’t know the answer to this one I’m assuming that they must have been the top  scoring countries last year as that’s the most logical explanation I can think of.

There are many other quirky entires, but by chance I discovered that Little Mr. is mayhap privy to secrets that I am not… he may even be a secret Eurovision fan, and we didn’t even know it.

I’m concluding this because  I found a drawing of his that very closely resembles the  lads of the Irish entry and their ultra bizarre hair…

So, I’m no longer a Eurovision virgin and it’s also possible that Little Mr is a secret fan…  the look on Himself’s face if I suggest organizing a Eurovision Contest Party next year might be worth it just for the shock value. On the other hand I love the man and don’t want to give him a stroke.

.. and I think Himself is wrong,  is it just me?, seriously, I think some of the songs ain’t half bad…

Check out the songs and decide for yourself… http://www.eurovision.tv/page/dusseldorf-2011/about

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