In the light of a few hundred candles, by the grey glow of the moon’s craters, surrounded by her well chosen instruments, Laurie Anderson stood. We, sitting in the audience, were in the presence of a master. She fluidly moved from eerie electronic violin playing to calm, philosophical storytelling. She had selected her elements wisely, honing technology and words to their most quintessential form. Once chosen, she used the tools of her craft with effortless grace. As she offered her stories of robots and hawks, certain words reflected each other and threaded her thoughts together. Memory of a duet with an owl appeared in rich electronic melody, and deserts stretched from mars to the endless war. Although Anderson gave the audience much to think about, she gave it in a way that seemed simple. The mark of true mastery.
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