Ok, this week I saw the first performance at Zodiak that I didn’t like quite as much as the rest of them. My Personal Symphonic Moment was built around the Leningrad symphony by Dmitri Šostakovitš. The symphony is an experience in itself and fortunately the beginning left plenty of space just for the music. All in all the beginning was impressive with only smoke dancing in the spotlights and the dancers slowly revealing themselves without faces. Slow movement always works for me!
I love the Russian classic composers with a sense of drama in their blood. Listening to them feels like stabbing yourself with a kitchen knife several times in a row. Suppose they have a special talent for turning suffering into art.
Personal Symphonic Moment (photo by Timo Wright)
Also appreciated the mania that the performers managed to create around them. Sometimes it’s healthy to look at the dark side of human mind (well, not all the time). Once again I was impressed by the beautiful way of using light as a part of a performance. The end was almost as inriquing as the beginning. Never been to a night club playing Šostakovitš before!
I was wondering what actually annoyed me in the performance, but I guess it was the overall impression that the performance lacked structure and there was a bit too much of everything. I like things simple. Having things complicated makes me nervous. But I guess sometimes that’s welcome too.
I have also never appreciated shocking with such banal things as nudity, violence and sex. I think all of these (sexuality, passion, aggression and some human fragility) are matters that ought to be handled in a more delicate way.