I have no time to craft a worthwhile post on Shelter, the new-to-New-York multimedia project by Michael Gordon, David Lang, Julia Wolfe, Deborah Artman, Bill Morrison, Laurie Olinder, and many other gifted souls, that bowed at BAM last night.
I reviewed Shelter for Newsday, but my review doesn't run until Saturday, and it does not do justice to this dense, haunting, and absorbing work. I urge everyone in the New York area to experience it.
As I told one musical friend earlier today, if the local papers had wanted to do right by Shelter, they would have sent both a music flack *and* a film or visual arts critic to cover it and allocated space accordingly. (Heaven help me, there was an entire essay's worth of stuff to say about the imagery alone in the section "A Boy Sleeps.") To which my friend replied, more or less (I paraphrase): "Tu délires, ma poule." She's right, of course, and that's sad.
A special word of praise for my beloved trio mediæval, Shelter's over-the-moon splendiferous vocalists, on whom I wrote an advance just before they shot into the stratosphere. Their latest ECM CD, like their earlier ones, is glorious. They tour the U.S. next month and play Carnegie's Weill Recital Hall on 10 December (same night as the Met Rigoletto prima, drat).
A plus tard, and with more substance, I hope! *smooch*
Update: Here is the Newsday review.