206. The saddest day of summer..

...started terribly. On the night of 16/17 July Joanna Kołaczkowska died. She was only 59 years old.

I have no thought how best to commemorate her, but how can I not compose anything about her? I first learned of her existence erstwhile I saw the cabaret Then on phase of the Pulawy home of Chemistry. For my peers it became an inspiration at first sight, the prom program of our yearbook included, in addition to reworking the “Spring Song of Joy” many inept enough, though ambitious attempts to imitate their kind and climate. For reasons unknown to this day, the chief of our school at the prematural gathering was terribly angry about, as he called it, the “theatre of absurd” on the stage, drove the creators unmercifully (in the sense of our colleagues, students preparing the prom performance), and I, as an eternal anarchist, thought they should go further in this direction, due to the fact that the temporary insanity of our conductor means that they hit the target. I don't have any information that any of the seniors at the time would proceed their adventure with the cabaret, but Asia Kołaczkowska stayed in each of us.

Then she just was. 1 of the fewer people in the cabaret scene I've always wanted to see to the end. 10 years ago, erstwhile I became friends with any interesting characters of the Deerniogórski artistic community (it is no mistake, I know that Joanna Kołaczkowska started in Zielona Góra, but in Jeleńska they besides admired her) I noticed that especially for women, she became not only a symbol of phase success, but a life inspiration, they wanted to be like She, who, like nobody else, showed that beauty was not 18 years and 90-60-90, but personality and good emotions. In a male-dominated genre, she played the first violin and it was she who commanded, primarily the audience. Fragments of her sketches went to the regular repertoire of people who appreciated the situational joke, and all second female after parting with her partner comforted herself by chanting “Song abandoned”. Arthur Andrus said she was just normal. erstwhile it's fun, it's happy, erstwhile it's sad, it's sad. "Aska, you can't compose a happy song about a heart torn to pieces. Terrible pain’He wrote this morning. And I've never been so sad after the death of a public figure since David Bowie left. They were people who had adequate to look at to think, "It's not so bad if they exist."