Rumplestitchkin in Ramallah, Day II

Posted by Tom Kenis

Murphy is wide awake. As am I. Although perhaps not as wide as the proverbial fat lady, given that she didn't sing until about six this morning when I conveyed the Rumplestitchkins to their respective abodes. Rock n Roll, you know how it is.

It's seven o'clock now. Day two of a long week. After an hour's catnap I chase away the night, reluctantly, with fried eggs and a cold shower, concentrating hard to make sure one is ingested, the other applied externally and not the other way around.

"That the best you can do?" mocks the Muse of Darkness, and I go "Yes," shooting an unblinking glare that could strip the paint off old furniture. Or so I imagine. Don't try this at home.

"Who are you to mock the cousin of death?" I hear.

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Monday Dec 10, 2007

Sinatra's in Ramallah, Day I

Posted by Tom Kenis

A logistical nightmare. Forget about sleeping. Murphy flaunts his Law, bares his fangs, incredulous almost. "Wait. Let me get this straight. You've invited a Belgian rock band to play, and host children's music workshops? In Ramallah? The hills of Hebron? On the dark side of the moon?"

I shrug, reluctant to humor the cynical legislator.

"Who's your dope dealer? Man, I'm changing suppliers, that's all there is to it."

Once more I shrug, cut short the inner dialogue. It's past midnight and a bunch of guys with side-burns and unusual-looking suitcases mosey past the glass waterfalls of Ben Gurion airport. Rumplestitchkin consists of Koen, Olivier, Wim, and Thomas. A manager and cameraman are along for the ride as well.

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