Over the past few Augusts, I've been lamenting the fact that I'm not in Edinburgh, soaking up the Festival. For several years in the early 2000s, I went every year and hurtled around for the month writing reviews and features for a variety of media organizations from The Economist and The Scotsman to the BBC and The San Francisco Bay Guardian. Today, though, I'm not feeling quite so bad about being on the other side of the world. A friend of mine (and former Edinburgh Festival employee) who lives in the city sent me a hilarious email this afternoon lamenting the money she's wasted this summer catching bum shows at the Edinburgh International Festival . With her permission, I thought I'd share her experiences with you: "Oh boy - how much tripe can one girl take?" Her email begins. "The one good thing we saw was the dance company Rosas doing a night to some live performance of Steve Reich's music. Apart from the dodgy eighties' number with the synthesizers and maracas, which did eventually do my head in, it was really exciting stuff." "The rest was just bollocks." "We saw the world premiere of Heiner Goebbels' new show with the Hilliard Ensemble on Thursday - and I fell asleep only to wake and raise an eyebrow just at the moment when one of the singers intoned "I was asleep, I wish I were dead" (or something similar) and K [my friend's partner] got the giggles bad. Think we may have disgraced ourselves. We left in the interval. A t ...
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Over the past few Augusts, I've been lamenting the fact that I'm not in Edinburgh, soaking up the Festival. For several years in the early 2000s, I went every year and hurtled around for the month writing reviews and features for a variety of media organizations from The Economist and The Scotsman to the BBC and The San Francisco Bay Guardian. Today, though, I'm not feeling quite so bad about being on the other side of the world. A friend of mine (and former Edinburgh Festival employee) who lives in the city sent me a hilarious email this afternoon lamenting the money she's wasted this summer catching bum shows at the Edinburgh International Festival . With her permission, I thought I'd share her experiences with you: "Oh boy - how much tripe can one girl take?" Her email begins. "The one good thing we saw was the dance company Rosas doing a night to some live performance of Steve Reich's music. Apart from the dodgy eighties' number with the synthesizers and maracas, which did eventually do my head in, it was really exciting stuff." "The rest was just bollocks." "We saw the world premiere of Heiner Goebbels' new show with the Hilliard Ensemble on Thursday - and I fell asleep only to wake and raise an eyebrow just at the moment when one of the singers intoned "I was asleep, I wish I were dead" (or something similar) and K [my friend's partner] got the giggles bad. Think we may have disgraced ourselves. We left in the interval. A t ...