Sleepwalkers, Night 22
No pics tonight. It was all about rhythm & sound. On the way uptown I was listening to Muslimgauze's Iranian Female Olympic Table Tennis Team Theme. The way the loops run parallel to each other while interlocking inside your head reminded me of the way Sleepwalkers' projections work it out in the garden. Mesmerizing.
It wasn't just the rhythm of the images in the garden tonight, though. It was the sound. The city as DJ, spinning out the flying cymbals of the sirens and raining down the bass rumble of the helicopters from above. I knew that I was missing Doug Aitken's conversation with Thurston Moore, but that's ok. I was more interested in action than talk, and the city brought it. There have been a few nights where everything has come together and Sleepwalkers throws down dreams on the spot. This was one of those nights.
I'm going to miss this.
It wasn't just the rhythm of the images in the garden tonight, though. It was the sound. The city as DJ, spinning out the flying cymbals of the sirens and raining down the bass rumble of the helicopters from above. I knew that I was missing Doug Aitken's conversation with Thurston Moore, but that's ok. I was more interested in action than talk, and the city brought it. There have been a few nights where everything has come together and Sleepwalkers throws down dreams on the spot. This was one of those nights.
I'm going to miss this.
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