Let It Come Down.
Closing The Plain of Heaven Sunday night, Trisha Donnelly exploited the organ's naturally inebriated state to do what priests and storytellers have done since the beginning of time . . . get us drunk too. Donnelly explored the precipice of sound, and in doing so told the story of the building, the neighborhood, and the city. Wafting up the stairwell and spilling out of the exits it was a sound that penetrated, that you could feel in your gut and in your groin. It spoke directly to the life force running through us all--through our ever-changing city--with the promise of both death and regeneration. Bring it.