Taking the long train ride home was not entirely a great thing to do. Two lines diverge from a point to meet later on. One passing the other at least an hour prior. They never will met. Such is the passing of time and the passing of trains in the night.
The morning after of which is rendered in as much delirium as the night itself. According to the double pass from the pages of a street press publication (with a man in shiny vinyl for all the other workers to glare at) the show was a dual attack from both the US and the UK.
Strange conversations with a crowd that laughed at most if not all inflections and sly coaxes. They hold no back in the soliciting of inane and important laughter. They continue through the night.
The first act, Smoking Gun, was a nightmare of unknowing and unforgiving pain. A dreadfully boorish and slow moving argument on blame, clans and genetics. The applause away could not come soon enough. The highlights of the show included a bottle of rum handed out to the crowd - vanishing in the intermission - and a chance to hold a loaded gun. Not all for the audience though, time is a limit and relief in one.
Family Hold Back on the other hand, was far more in line with entertainment as a structure for experimentation and brief thought. Interruptions, boundaries, limits, these which inhibit. Presented as a dark examination, the light was forever giving.
Given the majority nature of those in attendance, a scoring chance to offload two unusable tickets to another session of We Will Rock You, was sorely miss calculated.
Soon Van - Friday, 25 February 2005 - 07:04
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