« Memories From The Missing Room », Paris, october 2012.
Four weeks in a motel room, feeling a bit like Bill Murray in Punxsutawney, waking up to the same groundhog day again and again forever.
« Memories From The Missing Room », Théâtre de la Bastille, Paris. September 2012.
We’re back in room number 08. Memories From The Missing Room, Théâtre de la Bastille, Paris, september 2012.
Deep in the heart of Thüringen. The city basks in its own heat. The Theaterhaus has been partly torn down in the eighties to make way for a parking lot, for some reason they destroyed all the audience seating tiers, so that only the stage tower is left standing, open to the city like a gaping wound. It is a strange experience to be inside a theater and outside at the sale time. Underneath the...
A few hours in the Hauptstadt.
Night trains disappear like an extinct species. The Paris-Berlin Nachtzug still snakes its way through the border. Open windows swallow the dark air in great gusts. Silhouettes shine at the end of the corridors. A blunt ribbon of light splashes against the black unfathomable forests. Lone houses with closed shutters waiting in the great continental nothingness. Possibly disturbed in their sleep...
Hunawihr / Colmar: The Issenheim Altar: La Tentation de Saint-Antoine.
Bordeaux-Strasbourg in a small embraer jet, flying low over castles and Vosges mountains. Colmar: a big wine fair: Sylvaner, Riesling, Pinots, Gewürztraminer wines gathered around a venue shaped like a gigantic shell made of concrete and metal. Overhead we hear the roar of landing aircraft. We share the stage with the band Gossip – during their soundcheck the bass notes reverberate like...
Driving south towards the Landes, high towering mediterranean pines, their needles covering the sandy ground. We’re sleeping under the roof of a traditional house, wooden skeleton turned towards the east for freshness and rising sun. In the night, shooting stars streak the sky, bats fly into the house and flutter in circles across the beds. The next day we reach the festival, spread...
A veteran festival tucked deep in the centre of France, 25 years of existence surrounded by potato fields. We meet the director, he had a new concert venue built in the village in the shape of a metal box – the only modern
architecture around.
Moriarty on tour. Festival aux Champs, Chanteix (F) 12.08.2012