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How a flea makes a plea: Saturday rummage sale to benefit Longyearbyen Mixed Choir’s performance of ‘Requiem’

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It’s come to this, either for the concert leaders or the musicians: hoping enough folks will pay a few kroner for a saucepan or old cassette tapes (but there should be at least a couple of devices that can play them) to ensure those performing a full-fledged local version of Mozart’s “Requiem” next month get their just due.

A flea market to raise funds for the professional visiting musicians is scheduled from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Saturday on the second floor of  Lompensenteret where the town’s library used to be located. Those wishing to donate items to the sale can do so from 4 to 6 p.m. Friday.

“The musicians who are coming up, we need money to pay them,” said Vigdis Jensen, who’s in charge of the sale on behalf of and as a member of the Longyearbyen Mixed Choir. She said it’s the first time the ensemble has attempted a flea market to raise funds.

Many of the items available before donations were accepted are from an annual flea market The University Centre in Svalbard hosts every year as part of a fall fundraiser to benefit NRK’s annual telethon.

“Maybe we need to have two of these every year,” Jensen said, noting the large quantity of unsold items from the UNIS event.

The “Requiem” performance (see preview) is scheduled Feb. 10 at Huset. Visiting performers include Sølvguttene, the Oslofjord Chamber Orchestra, and soloists Anne Charlotte Fongen, Anna Traub, Torbjørn Guldbrandsøy and Magne Fremmerlid.

 

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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