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last night i went alone to see alban berg´s "wozzeck," which is basically the most fucked up opera of all time, based on one of the most fucked up plays of all time called "woyzeck" by georg büchner, which was made into another fucked up movie by herzog starring klaus kinski in the late 70s.
here are some highlights of last night's performance:
i saw a guy,s dong
i saw a guy hump another man,s leg like a dog
i saw a guy wank off
throughout the performance thousands and thousands of 100 euro notes kept raining down on the stage
the set was a huge white cube that had the aura of a james turrel piece (specifically referring to the blue room in the seattle art museum where youz had to take off your shoes and put those little operation booties on over your socks before you entered the room, only to discover it wasn,t a room after all, it was...paradise)
a duet was sung through old mics and blasted out of an old amp on stage that had crazy fuzz-distortion
drones and atonalities: the word BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! being sung over and over and over til i felt like i could die (means ,blood,) also FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! (flood) WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! (courage) ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF! (reputation)
it was all in german, and barely sung (more like a spoken/shouted opera)
hands would reach out from the stage and grab the money and often the only sounds you would hear would be an insanely long bassoon note and the sounds of crumpling money echoing throughout the opera house
i sat in a box seat obscenely close with only 3 other people
children came on stage and destroyed lots of white chairs and music stands
the stage/white cube opened at the end and a terrible curry yellow light was thrown on everything and the cast exited the stage and then they played the last scene of the opera, which was pre-recorded, through the fuzzy speakers, way too loud to this empty yellow stage...
i'm actually STILL in a state of confusuion over it all...
on a side note i have been hanging out at an art space that was just opened in the first floor of an abandoned department store five minutes from my place that has the unfortunate name of DINGDONG. it has an amazing bar and the whole floor is covered with some of the best installation art i have seen in years. we have been sitting on sofas there and dancing to elektro music and listening to some boys playing their guitars and sipping beer from the baltic and petting three-legged dogs and stumbling home too late. nika the roomie is one of the best partnerin's in crime i have found in years, she perhaps fills in the pwastika's-in-montreal hole in my party heart...
but perhaps tonight i will sleep a full night,
perhaps.
here are some highlights of last night's performance:
i saw a guy,s dong
i saw a guy hump another man,s leg like a dog
i saw a guy wank off
throughout the performance thousands and thousands of 100 euro notes kept raining down on the stage
the set was a huge white cube that had the aura of a james turrel piece (specifically referring to the blue room in the seattle art museum where youz had to take off your shoes and put those little operation booties on over your socks before you entered the room, only to discover it wasn,t a room after all, it was...paradise)
a duet was sung through old mics and blasted out of an old amp on stage that had crazy fuzz-distortion
drones and atonalities: the word BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! being sung over and over and over til i felt like i could die (means ,blood,) also FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! (flood) WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! (courage) ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF! (reputation)
it was all in german, and barely sung (more like a spoken/shouted opera)
hands would reach out from the stage and grab the money and often the only sounds you would hear would be an insanely long bassoon note and the sounds of crumpling money echoing throughout the opera house
i sat in a box seat obscenely close with only 3 other people
children came on stage and destroyed lots of white chairs and music stands
the stage/white cube opened at the end and a terrible curry yellow light was thrown on everything and the cast exited the stage and then they played the last scene of the opera, which was pre-recorded, through the fuzzy speakers, way too loud to this empty yellow stage...
i'm actually STILL in a state of confusuion over it all...
on a side note i have been hanging out at an art space that was just opened in the first floor of an abandoned department store five minutes from my place that has the unfortunate name of DINGDONG. it has an amazing bar and the whole floor is covered with some of the best installation art i have seen in years. we have been sitting on sofas there and dancing to elektro music and listening to some boys playing their guitars and sipping beer from the baltic and petting three-legged dogs and stumbling home too late. nika the roomie is one of the best partnerin's in crime i have found in years, she perhaps fills in the pwastika's-in-montreal hole in my party heart...
but perhaps tonight i will sleep a full night,
perhaps.