Fewer Tristes and More Soul, Dear...

As the bad pun in the title might have suggested were it more succesful, I went to see Tristan and Isolde tonight with Eruntane, The Doctor (Eruntane's flatmate) and The Other One (the flatmate of mine who is notably not The Green One). It was pretty, had reasonably pleasant music and was based on a tale which clearly had merit, however the actor palying Tristan (and perhaps the writers) forgot to give the character a personality and in general there was just not enough character development to make the love affair depicted particularly believable or worthy of our emotional involvment. We see much of the eponymous characters running off together for the fulfillment of their lusty longings and little reason to believe there was anything more between them. I'd say it was a dissapointment, but I was really expecting much anyway...

In other news I have discovered (through those nice people at U-O) a french band called Kyo who, on hearing one of their tracks (Ce Soir) have quite simply captivated me. I may well have to invest in an album.

Also, a friend asked me to write an English version for said song and since Eruntane's field of expertise lies in French translation, we are going to try working on it together, which should be fun.