Archive | October, 2012

Tel Aviv, London, Tel Aviv, London – who would you rather hang out with?

17 Oct

LONDON: The suave, sophisticated, possibly slightly older friend, who hangs out in expensive bars, but veers on the weekends toward dark clubs, dusty warehouse parties and houseparties full of generous randomers? Dressed up, or dressed down, depending on the location. Oyster card at the ready to leap from bus to bus, bottle of vodka and diet coke in hand, ticking clock in the other – watching the hand slide round while you decide on a bar which shuts in ooooh an hour (but a GOOD hour), or downward descent onto a havocous after party which goes on until down, or an unknown location where umbrellas battle downpours to the death, or a haven inside a large space pumped wall to wall with drum and bass. Breakfast, maybe, brunch more like. Moan, pain, bed. Rain, DVD, Monday. TUBE. Get your flippin’ armpit out of my face, I’m trying to read the Metro.

TEL AVIV: Likes to work on her tan in the stifling the heat. Drinks but doesn’t eat, Arak spilling endless over lips, hands, mixing with sweat and breath. She’s tangled herself up into the endless outpouring of sun rays, which even when stifled with clouds or shaded by the darkness still ooze out of walls, dancefloor and the people. 28 degree smiles, knocking you over with sheer radiance and then picking you back up again. Sharing the sunshine because there’s plenty to go around.

Luckily I don’t have to choose just yet. Why can’t we all just be friends?

JERU – If I Forget You….

2 Oct

In Tel Aviv the air is hot, humid, heavy with pent-up tears of greedy clouds, chomping their way across the 30 C sky. Tel Avivians are too busy having fun to let the rain fall. In Jerusalem they pray for rain but here people party on rooftops closer to the heavens and fend off the precipitation. The air is tasty, a city-wide watery cake, sprinkled with crunchy zigzags of lightning, which leave the jolting sound of thunder ringing your ears. Which makes it the perfect time to step away from the plate and embrace the fresh buffet of Jersalem…

The result –  a trip to The Yellow Submarine – the go-to spot for floating musical notes wafting around Jerusalem – and a guest spot from our very own export from Tel Aviv (well, actually London to be exact), Jamie. Treating us and a riveted audience to a some of the songs which we’ve been lucky enough to hear on over the past few weeks,  heartwrenchers and future hits included ‘Soul in my Pocket’ – a pocketful of bluesy cheeriness, and a duet with the rocking Hadass.

Back on the bus and the air con is on. Brrr…Cold….I shift in my seat trying to snooze against window pane, or gaze out at the bright bobbles of lights that lead the way out of the city of gold. Dropped off at Azreli, we scramble to get off, and out into the sweaty air. Like they always say, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone…Hello again Tel Aviv, it’s good to be back.