The 4,000th Mile: Everything comes together

It's been eight days since my last post, and once again I apologize for my tardiness. I know my family pretty much relies on this blog to keep tabs on me, but my excuse for this week is actually somewhat legitimate: Wireless access in the dorms was mysteriously unavailable for a few days, and after that I was spending the weekend in a hotel where the wireless cost £5 for an hour of use. However, here I am, and I'll do my best to recount the week's events.

The first major event of the week was our attendance of a concert featuring Chick Corea and Gary Burton. If you'e unfamiliar with these jazz legends, familiarize yourself with them immediately. I was never really a jazz guy before seeing this concert; I enjoyed jazz from the standpoint of a musician who understood the difficulty of composing and performing that sort of music, but would never go out of my way to listen to it. This show flipped a switch somewhere in my musical soul, and I doubt that it'll be turned off anytime soon.

Corea, for those who don't know, is a master pianist whose name appears on countless jazz records. Burton is Corea's equivalent on the vibraphone, and both have recorded two albums of duets together. I must admit that I was initially skeptical about the set up: Nothing but a pianist and a vibe player (though an alto sax did show up for the last few songs). Popular music of all sorts tends to be based on a strong presence of percussion and beat. The jazz being played that evening had nothing of the sort. The beat was an organic entity; constantly evolving, yet still following a vein-like pulse despite the polyrhythms at work. In spite of the music's relative foreigness, I still enjoyed it, and have developed a newfound interest in jazz.

The other big happening of last week was our trip to Stratford-Upon-Avon, and the subsequent performance of The Comedy of Errors by the Royal Shakespeare Company. Stratford was the perfect counter to the hustle and bustle of London. Although it was definitely a well-populated area, the atmosphere was so much more relaxed than that of London. Nestled in the English countryside on the banks of the River Avon, Stratford proved to be a nice escape from the city.

Stratford-Upon-Avon's claim to fame is its status as the birthplace (and deathplace) of William Shakespeare. The town is small enough to walk across, but packed densely enough with stores and eateries that there's little danger of a visitor running out of things to do. Additionally, the scenery on the outskirts of town is breathtaking, and well worth the visit in itself.

The Bard is buried here.

A key attraction of the town is, of course, the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, where we were lucky enough to have tickets to a modern envisioning of The Comedy of Errors. Another of Shakespeare's "twin plays", this version featured soldiers geared up with flak vests and assault rifles, and wealthy men dressed in street-smart suits. Although the play was entertaining, I wouldn't rank it in the same tier as She Stoops to Conquer, or A Clockwork Orange. Frankly, the modernized elements of this performance only served to convolute its theme, leading me to lose interest at several points. Even so, the visit to Stratford-Upon-Avon was fantastic, and I'd love to go back. Next time, however, I'd like to avoid taking a two-hour train ride home at midnight...

The inside of the Royal Shakespeare Theatre. That's a fish tank in the centre of the stage. I will now forever correlate aquariums with water torture.

Over the weekend I spent my time with the ever-lovely Alexandra Charavell. I showed her a few museums, took her to a couple pubs, wined and dined her with a meal we cooked together, and introduced her to our happy group. We also took a trip back to Regent's Park, where we toured the gardens, fed a friendly squirrel, and found our way to Abbey Road -- and Abbey Road Studios -- in the perfectly British rain. Escorting her to the station this morning for her departure was bittersweet; although I wish she could have stayed longer, I know she's enjoying her time in France.

In between all of this excitement has been a steady flow of classwork, socialization, and exploration. I've managed to set off on my own several times in the last week, and each time I'm able to discover some new nook of London. I visited the Tate Modern art museum on a few occasions now, and my only complaint is that too little of it is free. I've also made a short visit to the Somerset House, a mansion-esque gallery, and a couple trips to the famous British Museum. Tonight I'll be attending the performance of a Portuguese folk band. I'm not sure if it'll be up my alley, but I'm willing to try anything once -- except for cocaine, heroin, meth, escargot, haggis, and those absurd drop-towers at theme parks.

I'll post more about tonight's performance later, but until then, enjoy a bunch of pictures!