Just back from a long Easter weekend in Berlin. There was ice cream and karaoke in the Mauerpark, chocolate cake with prosecco in the afternoon and at the dinner party the germans cooked spargel because it's that time of year. There was hopping up and down at the club with the 19 year olds and a performance by clowns from three countries inside a former squat and buying a ring with a sheep on it at a sidewalk sale from two 8 year old girls and there was lots of music at the cathedral on Easter Sunday. "Wir wollen alle fröhlich sein" (We all want to be joyful) even got sung twice, which seemed fitting. More than anything there was time on the balcony, in the park, lying on the grass, grafitti hunting on the streets. The sun didn't stop shining, and that was really all anyone could ask for.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Here is a glimpse of our recent premiere of Scheherezade. In the first half, it rains. Recorded loops of Rimsky-Korsakov's score play on miked turntables. In the second half, the curtain rises to reveal an enormous sand pile dominating the back corner, and the sound of the orchestra fills the opera house. We dance in front of, behind, around, and through it all.