amanset european tour journal
06/20 ROTOWN ...OR A DOLPHIN JUMPING THROUGH A HOOP. |
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We've made three trips to Europe over the last few years, and at last the subtle differences between the regions are beginning to become clear. A national identity emerges. The Swedish, for instance, are helpful and kind even after they find out you're an American. The Germans, much the same UNTIL they find out you're an American. The French...well they're contemptuous right out of the gate. But the Dutch...ahh the Dutch. The Dutch will just look at you. Not in a mean way, mind you. They are listening. But more like if they "look through you" and defocus their eyes just right, then maybe they'll see a sailboat or the space shuttle orbiting around Saturn. They know that eventually you will talk yourself in a circle and perhaps even answer your own question. This has little to do with being an American, because I've seen them look at one another like this too. Plus...it's AWESOME. How can you do anything but respect this stare and respect the Dutch for developing and perfecting it? I can't wait for my next interaction with a mall surveyor, or panhandler, or job interviewer. For added authenticity, try rolling a cigarette at the same time. Oh...the show...It went well i think. Our rented vibraphone went south and I was a little tired but we did well all in all. "Play Hurt" sounded really good tonight. on the ipod: "Natural Anthem" Postal Service |
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