Sunday, September 21, 2003

September 16, 17 

Miranda July had me in the palm of her hand. I left that theater feeling like I would do just about anything for her. She knows exactly how to manipulate an audience and does so with smartness, charm and finesse. The video of the people in the airport, which animated their personal space as big chunks of color bumping into each other, was fresh and surprising. As were the other audio and video clips and stories, tied together by a to do list on an overhead projector. The stage was empty but seemed full. Her ideas are simple and brilliant, funny and startling and become so large that they expand around her frame to fill not only the stage but the entire auditorium. Her work resonates with truth. Even if it's all lies... or partly lies...or all true. The whole audience seemed to want to take her home. I left feeling like a teenager with a crush.

On Wednesday night, I went to machine works to see Sarah Dougher. The upright piano, in particular, complimented her voice. She performed sneak previews of songs that are part of a longer piece based on the Odyssey. Mixing her PhD in Latin together with a background in Northwest Indy rock she makes a smart and interesting dish. The atmosphere at machine works was more subdued and palatable than usual. People seemed calm. The grass and small trees were nice. That's all I'm going to say about it.

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