27
February 2013
I’m
curious to know what Laurie Anderson had in mind doing when she locked in the
commission to collaborate and tour with the Kronos Quartet that saw her on
stage with them at the Perth Concert Hall last night.
Landfall, the massive,
elegiac work they performed was clearly not how Scenes From My New Novel, the
title of the work they were commissioned for, was originally planned. No one can
plan for a spring tide and a great wind from the south.
pic: Ben Crabtree |
On
October 29 last year, just as we were sending back our RSVPs for the Perth
Festival launch, Hurricane Sandy smashed into the US Eastern Seaboard, wrecking
the great Atlantic boardwalks and the communities behind it and flooding much
of Lower Manhattan (including, we learn in Landfall, Anderson’s basement). That event, the foreboding of its approach and the effect, both physical and emotional, of its arrival, dominate the seventy-minute piece.
Ironic, then, that Anderson and Kronos were performing in Perth just as Rusty, our clockwise version of Sandy, was making a landfall of his own on the Pilbara Coast.
Ironic, then, that Anderson and Kronos were performing in Perth just as Rusty, our clockwise version of Sandy, was making a landfall of his own on the Pilbara Coast.
What
transpired can’t be better described than it is by the great Ray Purvis in The
West link here, and I share his enthusiasm entirely (although I’ve always been
reminded more of John Huston in Chinatown than Darth Vader by Anderson’s pet
vocoder voice). For me, it was a fitting end to a festival spinning around the eye of the avant-garde, especially in its American
manifestations.
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