Sleepwalkers, Night 24
I rise a.m. off pink sheets
I am renewed
I am aglow
I wasn't expecting two things tonight.
First I found a song that worked with Sleepwalkers. I absent-mindedly left my headphones on when I walked up to the museum, and The Fall's Bill Is Dead was playing on my iPod. Serene, rumpled, and happy sad it rolls forward into its day. Although less neutral than Aitken's film generally, the song worked perfectly with the daydream sequences. At least for a minute. Ah, the illusion of safety. The song ended and I was ready to return to the only soundtrack that really works, the city.
At any rate, this discovery was entirely appropriate. The Fall's new album, Reformation ! Post-TLC, will be released on February 12th, the last night of Sleepwalkers. This will soften the landing for me.
The second surprise of the night came in the garden when I burst into tears. I've seen this 22 times and that hadn't happened before. I've been moved, but not to this extent. It was unexpected and sad, but mostly it was just overwhelming and beautiful. The combination of an abstract segment that brings 9/11 to mind followed by the postal worker dreaming was too much. Something in the way she moves. Something in the way things are falling up and coming down at the same time. Fuck.
Bonus tracks. Some pics from across the street in front of the CBS building where you can view the projections on the facade and in the parking lot at the same time.