Thanks, Alison - a great piece. I envy you the experience, as I only
know her work from recordings, some official, some, er, downloaded.
*Vena cava* is the greatest extended mad scene of all, only very
remotely comparable with some of the work Berio wrote for Cathy
Berberian & with nothing else; it's pure poetry at the edge. Must get
Useful site - http://www.diamandagalas.com/
Alison Croggon wrote:
>Alison's Festival Diary #2
>Songs of Exile , Diamanda Galas; Hamer Hall, Victorian Arts Centre.
>There's no question that Diamanda Galas is demanding. She demands your
>attention from the moment she walks on to the stage and paces, without pause
>or preamble, towards the piano. She demands that you listen and that you
>think. Most of all, she demands that you feel.
>But the feeling she summons is no gentle waft on the airs of sentiment. For
>Galas, feeling is passion: the passion of unconsoled grief and longing; the
>passion for a precise and ethical beauty in the face of the unhealable
>divisions which scar human existence.
>And she earns the attention she asks for. The aggression with which Galas
>performs contains the arrogance of a vast generosity. Galas will give us
>her all: and she expects no less from her audience. For those who expect or
>desire a lower-octane experience of art, something like what Barry Humphries
>calls a "nice night's entertainment", this demand is more than confronting.
>It is felt as an assault, and expresses itself in tedium. But for those
>prepared to take up her gift, the experience is exhilarating.
>Read more at http://theatrenotes.blogspot.com
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