Je vois le feu
Je vois le feu
It's hapening in someone's head. Thoughts are disposed in chambers, opening and closing. Stories are told, visions and scenes collide and melt, until madness. There is the obsession for Colonel Kurz' face from Apocalypse Now. A wanderding in Berlin in winter. The crack on the wall sucking up people's mind, jaws, nights up. There's Abraham's knife on Isaac's throat. A dear in autumn. A woman collapsing and shouting twice.
The double bass create a texture for this fire, plays freely, improvised on ten pieces commissionned to ten composers of today.
Music and litterature meet, evolve together in search of the ignition.
Yannick Haenel
Program
improvised music
Yannick Haenel, text
Cast
Yannick Haenel, reciter
Soloist from ensemble Multilatérale
Nicolas Crosse, double bass
June
April
It's hapening in someone's head. Thoughts are disposed in chambers, opening and closing. Stories are told, visions and scenes collide and melt, until madness. There is the obsession for Colonel Kurz' face from Apocalypse Now. A wanderding in Berlin in winter. The crack on the wall sucking up people's mind, jaws, nights up. There's Abraham's knife on Isaac's throat. A dear in autumn. A woman collapsing and shouting twice.
It's hapening in someone's head. Thoughts are disposed in chambers, opening and closing. Stories are told, visions and scenes collide and melt, until madness. There is the obsession for Colonel Kurz' face from Apocalypse Now. A wanderding in Berlin in winter. The crack on the wall sucking up people's mind, jaws, nights up. There's Abraham's knife on Isaac's throat. A dear in autumn. A woman collapsing and shouting twice.