I was at the new, revamped Malta “Jazz” Festival organized by NnG promotions. The stage looked much bigger then usual but the crowd was smaller. On stage was a Maltese ten-piece act. Seven of the musicians were arranged in a semi-circle while the other three where in the middle of this human semi-circle. They were all dressed up in long flowing garments of various colours (think The Darkness).
They were playing a song reminiscent of an eighties power ballad. The whole thing was a big farce. One of the band members was a resident musician at BJs – a short, funny-looking guy who regularly performed Dire Strait covers at BJs as a pianist guitarist vocalist combo.
I was watching this band, feeling both horrified and amazed at how low the Malta Jazz Festival had stooped. I caught sight of Ivan Filletti in the crowd who was one of the organizers of this festival (in my dream he was anyway). Ivan turned his head and saw me looking at him. He gave me a big, white smile and came walking in my direction.
He came next to me and said: “Eeeeeehhh ara fejnu! Inti mhux dak li kien qed igerger fuq il-jazz festival? X’taħseb issa eh?! X’jidhirlek?” I then engaged him on a lengthy rant on how crap the Malta Jazz Festival had become. I also turned his attention to the dwindling crowd to which he replied “Ooooh imma dak għax inti wasalt tard! Taf kemm kien hawn nies qabel!?!”
the end They were playing a song reminiscent of an eighties power ballad. The whole thing was a big farce. One of the band members was a resident musician at BJs – a short, funny-looking guy who regularly performed Dire Strait covers at BJs as a pianist guitarist vocalist combo.
I was watching this band, feeling both horrified and amazed at how low the Malta Jazz Festival had stooped. I caught sight of Ivan Filletti in the crowd who was one of the organizers of this festival (in my dream he was anyway). Ivan turned his head and saw me looking at him. He gave me a big, white smile and came walking in my direction.
He came next to me and said: “Eeeeeehhh ara fejnu! Inti mhux dak li kien qed igerger fuq il-jazz festival? X’taħseb issa eh?! X’jidhirlek?” I then engaged him on a lengthy rant on how crap the Malta Jazz Festival had become. I also turned his attention to the dwindling crowd to which he replied “Ooooh imma dak għax inti wasalt tard! Taf kemm kien hawn nies qabel!?!”
Dreamt on the night of 16.03.2006
The night before:
Food: Meat feast pizza
Drink: Water
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