The tide of the breath fills the room
A kiss of the heart
Snow falls, all gather ’round Red
Pant pant pant
Red becomes Yellow
She tells the story of Whale
The others sing the story
Feet become heartbeat; frenzied fire colors
Some people may say that classical music is boring. Or even dead.
Nadja is as passionate, feisty, and enthusiastic as any other Italian performer. She displayed that side of her as she barked orders at the string orchestra backing her up, wasn‘t afraid to make jokes about herself, and bounced around on her seat as she played. [Read more…]
The lights went out, making the scene ominous. A little girl was revealed to be crouching in the middle of the floor when the spotlight illuminated her.
The music came on, surreal and mechanical and clockwork sounding; it sounded steampunk. It was slightly disturbing, but not unpleasant. The other five dancers came out when the music started, shaking their heads and limbs, walking forward with the music, with their eyes closed.
If you think classical music is boring, you’re in for a big surprise…
I was impatient to hear her – I’m choosey about my taste in music, I do not just listen to anything.
She finally stepped on stage with her pianist, Martin Katz, to a tidal wave of applause. Katz sat at the piano, his hand readying for the first note. Mattila opened her mouth — and sang a haunting song in French. [Read more…]