Softly glowing, solitary and set in a field of burning stars. We are weightless with Laurie Anderson. Like the Moon, she instills in us mystery and love and sadness and fear. Here in the dark we watch her move. She pulls us forward like a tide of human flesh. The glow that is cast leaves us pale and ghostly, grinning at each other as we exit the theatre- The real moon up there, so big, just now rising. You can’t help but look at it. “It’s the only one we have.”
Posted by P.A. Coleman