Look at it. It is beautiful, isn’t it?
When people ask me if there’s a place out there where you can feel whole, understood and loved, I say “Trafalgar Square, the most peaceful place on Earth.”
I know it NOT a peaceful place, like a Japanese shrine isolated in the mountains, but it is peaceful to me.
It makes me feel home, among all those people. You wanna know why?
That’s the key.
I love the City of London with all my heart, always had since the first time I visited some relatives at the age of 12.
You know, when some random guy… that maybe you’re on a date with because your dear friend matchmade you, forcing you to spend an evening away from your beloved couch, tv series and popcorn with a lame excuse as such as “OMG, you’re gonna love this guy, it’s perfect for you”… ask you with that “so not attractive but he thinks it is” low voice: “So.. do you like your city?” and a big loud “NEXT QUESTION” pops into your head?
That’s what happens to me. All. The. Time.
Don’t get me wrong, I do love my city but I’ve never felt quite alright about it.
I knew that was some other place where I could fit better and, lo and behold, that place was.. London, United Kingdom.
Maybe you’re asking where I come from?
I was born and raised in Italy, an amazing country that I’ll always love…
for better and for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, in health, until…
London do us apart.
(I do love Italy though, seriously)
I can quite describe myself with what are London and the UK in general most known for:
You mention “theatre” and I go “wibbly wobbly timey wimey” (DW alert here!).
I love all genre but I live for musicals. Last time I was in London visiting my sisters, I finally got the chance to see Les Miz.
Here’s the proofs and yet, I don’t believe it.
It’s been two months by now.
I don’t do favorite.
I can’t, don’t know how to do it, never had and never will BUT I do have a Top 3 for what i call “Best West End plays you: can’t live without, survive, process and still remain some sort of functional human being after you’ve seen them”.
Soooooo, let’s start with.. n° 3! Shall we?
So if you care to find me
Look to the western sky!
As someone told me lately:
“Everyone deserves the chance to fly!”
And if I’m flying solo
At least I’m flying free
To those who’d ground me
Take a message back from me!
Yes, “Wicked” is n° 3 in this chart of mine!
I don’t have solid reasons to justify my choice. I guess it’s just because I might love the other two more, but honestly, “Wicked” is its own creature and sets itself apart from everything and everyone.
I loved the original duo, by Menzel & Chenoweth, and “Defying Gravity” is the song I can relate the most: it’s the heart and the center of the entire piece.
Elphaba decides she had enough and that it’s time to “defy gravity”!
N° 2 goes to … “Les Miserables”!
I can’t even start wrapping my mind around the wonder that is this musical and sure as few, I can’t easily pick up a song as favorite.
I’ll go with the one I’m hearing the most lately: “Empty chairs at empty tables” by Eddie Redmayne.
“… Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends will meet no more …”
It’s the movie version but, still, honest to God above, Eddie Redmayne gave such an incredible perfomance as Marius that it has nothing less than the ones of the legendary Michael Ball.
I mean, listen to him.
Don’t you just wanna cuddle the boy until all the pain is gone? … No?
Well, if you don’t, I suggest you seeing a doctor because there’s something wrong with your heart.
His voice is so, so, broken from tears.
My sweet poor baby.
that’s my sister over there, trying to cop with what she had just seen.)
And finally… the moment we’ve all been waiting for.
N° 1 of the Top 3.
Ladies and Gents,
I give you … “The Phantom of the Opera”.
I’m not gonna say anything other than:
“The Phantom is everything, Everything is the Phantom.”
I know… he’s manipulative, he hurts, he’s beyond any reasonable measure obsessed by Christine, Music is all he’s got and he will kill for it.
But yet, I love him and understand him.
He was mocked his entire life by cruel people, hes was an outcast, he was treated worst than scum and those things can drive you mad.
He has the right intentions.
It’s the way of expressing them that is so out of control. That’s because he never had a loving family, that provided him with love, affection and kindness.
For me, POTO means two things:
- Ramin Karimloo as the Phantom
- Sierra Boggess as Christine
- Hadley Fraser as Raul
I do have lots and lots of respect for the legends, but these three OWNED the 25th Anniversary.
The play was definitely at the top of its own best and I just can not do it.
“… Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses …”
Here, I can pick a favorite (yeah me!) and it’s, hands down, “Music of the Night”.
It’s when Christine decides to leave the world she’d known until that moment and to lose herself into the Night.
She allows herself to feel.
She allows herself to dream.
She allows herself to be.
This moment is not just an important one for Christine.
It is so for the Phantom too. He asks her for help:
“Help me make the Music of the Night”
She is his Muse, the world he knows and even if it might seems like she is just a mere tool to him… She is more than that. A lot more than that.
Mhm, oh my.
I forgot the point of this blog.
THAT’S what happens when I start to talk about theatre and musicals. Things just get out of proportion.
So.. back on track, another thing London and the UK are known for is … *insert drumrolls* …
I’ve studied languages in highschool (English, German and Spanish) so we did a lot of that… I was (and still am) a big, BIG, waaay too big, bookholic.
I don’t even know if that world exists even, but what’s important is that it gives a sense of how much I love books, their smell, and reading in general.
My favorite is Oscar Wilde. Which one of his works? Can’t say.
I love so much I always think that I would have gladly taken him as husband just to save him from death.
(Bosie, note to you, I freaking hate you.)
“A conversation with Oscar Wilde”
I actually sat there for about 10 minutes talking to him.
I ‘m sure the lady from “Cafè Nero” just across the street is still wondering what the hell was I doing.
Here we go!
3) (… and final…) Arts
Yep, Arts in all its forms:
Music, Painting, not a big fan of Sculpture … and because of the fact that I was born here, Classic Art is a must but Modern is always intriguing and challenging.
The answers are not there, you have to look for it and often times it’s so different from the one that the person next to you came up with that really makes you wonder about how our brains work.
The M (capital) useum is the “National Gallery”.
I’ve spent so many hours in there, that I think I might draw a map of the entire building.
I love it. I just love it.
One of my best friends, her name is Silvia, once told me:
“There’s a myth called “Black Souls”: each of us has a black soul somewhere in the world. Someone who shares the same soul as yours, a person that is exactly as you are. One day we will find that person and we won’t feel the same.”
London is my “Black Place Soul”.
This is where I really wanna live.
And I will one day.
And see ya next time.
A Gal from the Moon.