part three: grief and music

It’s a Sunday night and I’m walking back towards Lygon Street after seeing a friend’s show at La Mama. There’s a double-bass player busking, still playing from when I’d been heading towards the theatre several hours earlier. What is he playing?  Camille Saint-Saëns The Swan. That fucker. It is sometimes a terrible thing that sound…

the sound of war

I’m developing an idea for a show at the moment that studies the dissonance and necessity of love during wartime. A challenge that I’ve set for myself is to focus on rhythm within the work, which I’ve previously never given much thought to. With this in mind, I’m trying to create a framework of sound…