stunde null

16Apr12

Stunde Null : Edit from imitating the dog on Vimeo.

Previewed in January at the Platform Theatre, Kings Cross, Stunde Null (Zero Point) is one of two new shows from Imitating The Dog and Pete Brooks. The show extends the company’s trademark style of using hi-spec editing and projection technology to create a distinctive filmic aesthetic.

I first worked with Pete when (as one of his original cohort of students at Lancaster University) he directed the inspirational Sleep Has It’s House, drawn from Oliver Sacks book “Awakenings” – a series of accounts of patients trapped in a state of catatonic sleeping sickness. That was May 1986, when Pete was winding up his own company, Impact Theatre Co-op in the wake of their ultimate piece, The Carrier Frequency. Our proto-show became in turn the model for The Sleep, which toured the following year as the inaugural production for Insomniac Productions, featuring Sarah-Jane Morris. Pete’s arrival and tenure as Fellow-in-Theatre marked an incredibly vibrant period of creativity at Lancaster. With Impact Co-op as a model, Pete encouraged four of us to form a company of our own, Glory What Glory, producing 3 touring shows in as many years under his mentorship (1987-90) – all  hi-physicality and with more than a trace of the film-derived visual aesthetic which Pete would develop more profoundly in the work of Insomniac (eg. L’Ascensore, Clair de Luz) and later Imitating The Dog. Composer Jocelyn Pook provided the soundtracks to this early work, which featured at the National Review of Live Art 1988 and graced many an Arthouse venue across the UK at a time when a touring network really existed and where it was possible to book a 30-date tour for a young, virtually unknown company and deliver it within a 2-month period.

When it became clear that Glory What Glory had run its course, I teamed up with recent Lancaster graduate James Yarker and returned to my native Birmingham with the newly-formed Stan’s Cafe. The seductive influence of Pete’s work remained and continues to remain, however. I worked with Pete on several Insomniac and related projects in the early 90’s and some notable Stan’s Cafe pieces acknowledge his aesthetic – notably It’s Your Film (1998) and Constance Brown (2007). More directly however, James managed to persuade the programmers of Birmingham’s ‘Towards The Millennium Festival’ to support the re-staging of Impact’s The Carrier Frequency at the Crescent Theatre, in May 1999

The Carrier Frequency, restaged by Stan’s Cafe. Performers: Charlotte Vincent, Jake Oldershaw, Mike Kirchner, Cait Davis, Heather Burton, Graeme Rose. Photo: Ed Dimsdale

Stunde Null by Imitating The Dog will be touring the UK from October 2012


On this night, 12th April, twenty years ago, Stan’s Cafe premiered the company’s second full-scale piece of work, Memoirs of an Amnesiac, to a sizeable and appreciative audience at mac, Birmingham. The show was presented as part of “Towards the Millennium”, a ten-year Festival initiated by Simon Rattle (then Principal Conductor of the CBSO) as means of re-evaluating the cultural achievements of each decade of the 20th Century in the run up to the Millennium. For the “1992” programme, the decade 1910-1919 was celebrated – and by chance at that time James Yarker, Richard Chew and myself were  being seduced into the enigmatic world of Erik Satie in preparation for Memoirs. The premise of the show; through the cipher of lonesome office bureaucrat Eric Smith, Memoirs provides a tantalising glimpse into the composer’s bedsit, as imagined by a Satie obsessive. In reality Satie’s true residence, in the unfashionable Parisian neighbourhood of Arcueil, had reportedly never received a visitor. When friends arrived to sort through his possessions after his death, they found chaos. And beneath this chaos dozens of identical black umbrellas, several matching ‘velvet’ suits, two pianos (one upturned upon the other) and piles of unopened letters.

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Our show Memoirs became an homage, but also a cautionary tale about the perils of hero worship. Insufficient to hold us off though, Satie continues to beguile and charm us. James has looked for opportunities for Stan’s Cafe to revive the old show as part of a retrospective and recently an opportunity has emerged for Various People to present some of the Satie canon in the context of the Adelaide Cabaret Festival this coming June. The Velvet Gentleman will be a collection of songs, sketches and scribbles illuminating some of the more obscure, playful and surreal fragments from Satie’s life and work.

link to ABC promo to Cabaret Festival



“Groupe Anglo-Saxone ” The Modified Toy Orchestra arrive in the picturesque setting of BICUBIC, in Romont, Switzerland for a programme of three gigs at this venue attached to the town’s High School. Music teacher Quentin saw the band play at the Belluard Festival in nearby Freibourg back in 2009 (the first MTO performance for Sean and me). Quentin (foreground in pic, avec Gauloise) was then determined to expose his students to a dose of Hula Barbie and three years later here we are.

Shows; tuesday 3rd April 2012 – 2.30pm and 8pm; wednesday 4th April – 10.30pm


On the heels of our Gaol sentence with the Adelaide Festival I’m asked to deliver a Festival Eulogy in a performance tomorrow night at West Terrace Cemetery, entitled “End of the World”. The audience will be transported from the Barrio to this secret candle-lit location, where the passing of the Festival will be marked. The cemetery here is the final resting place of the Victorian pioneers who founded this settlement back in the 1830’s/40’s and as a the boneyard is a fascinating insight into the social and ethnic history of the State.

Co-incidentally my oldest friend from home Andy Lee asks me to track down four Victoria Cross recipients whose bodies are interred in this green grass/red earth. Andy – a collector of old stuff since our boyhood ‘bottle-digging’ trips – has been logging the sites and conditions of VC. graves for the past 13 years or so and has built up an impressive, perhaps obsessive database.


Christie's Beach…and as in a scene out of  a Nevil Shute novel (imagined but not read), an astonishing scene from the apocalypse breaks out over the South Australian Seas. Donner und blitzen – sadly not captured here – accompanied by torrential downpours.

Back at my host Rick’s up in the Hills (and precipitated by the deluge) a plague of millipedes invades the house. The neighbourhood Kookaburras, Kangaroo and Koala were cute, but these mini-beasts threaten to tip the balance. Nature is fighting back against our colonial ambitions. They are in the shower, on the piano and in my bed.



Australians don’t do “get-ins” or “fit-ups” – they do “bump-ins”, and today after a fortnight of snatching moments of film-footage and speculating about how good the black-out might be we finally “bumped-in”.

On the advice of the volunteers who dedicate their time to managing the running of the Gaol Museum it has become customary to greet the resident ‘spirits’ on entering the building. Just as at Lincoln Gaol back in ’99, there are all manner of strange noises that emanate from the building without adequate explanation and we are reliably informed that there have been multiple sightings of certain ‘characters’ – notably the last man hanged in this building, whose remains are buried (upright) along with many others on the outside of the wall of ‘A’ Wing.

I’ve not been spooked by such stories but a week ago I felt something brush my hair as I entered the toilet block (an unseen giant moth, surely?) and today two of our team laughed nervously as an inexplicable light pass across a door I was blacking out.

With all the cells used as dressing rooms for this weekend’s MetalFest ‘SoundWave’ in the adjacent park I suspect that the resident spectres had been agitated, and judging from this morning’s reek of booze and vomit, other malevolent spirits had been vacating their hosts.

The next event of ephemeral wonder will appear here in ‘B’ Wing on tuesday evening. Hopefully all the energies will be in alignment.

 



This is B Wing in the ‘New Building’, Old Adelaide Gaol. It has pretty much been my home since I arrived here in Australia two weeks ago. The last inmates may have departed in 1988, but their tracings and crude artworks still remain on the cell walls as snapshot reminders of prison interests and frustrations: Notched-up days, drawn beach-babes; boy-racer coupés, needles, aboriginal flags; poems with bad spelling; the names of bikes and biker bands and biker gangs; Veiled threats and jokes at the Screws’ expense.

Over the peephole of many of the cell doors can be seen “F.T.W.”, not the initials of a well-travelled inmate but a rebuttal to the world outside.

South Australia was the first state to be established as a free state (that is, settled not on the basis of convict labour) and the gaol was built in 1841, a few years after the first settlers arrived here in Adelaide.

Old Gaols are not the easiest places to make performances in. The acoustics are difficult, there is rarely access to power/light and the spaces are, well …too small! They carry a heavy weight of history and the atmosphere is often thick and energy-sapping. This was certainly true of Belfast’s Crumlin Rd. Gaol when Nick Walker and I led an interdisciplinary performance intervention with students at Queen’s Uni in 2009 as part of Anna Newell’s excellent MA programme.

But it was after a visit to Lincoln Gaol that Richard Chew and Cheryl Pickering came up with the idea for this current piece, “Instructions for an Imaginary Man”, which opens as part of the Adelaide Festival next week. Drawing from the poems of prisoners of conscience, Rick wrote a song cycle which formed the heart of the original work, “Solitary”, which was performed as a concert in the Victorian Gaol at Lincoln back in 1998 under our company moniker of The Resurrectionists. The following year, Craig Stephens and I created a performance response to the song cycle, working with film-maker Lesley Stapleford. Thus, in front of the grand piano/string quartet/clarinet/singers we created a theatre space with it’s own parallel visual text. The show was not so much site-specific, as site-responsive and we realised that the show could travel beyond it’s peculiar birth-place. Subsequently a version travelled to Stamford Arts Centre, Battersea (BAC) and our beloved MAC in Birmingham.

13 years later, and with the new company Various People building a strong reputation for itself as local producers of music-theatre, we have a wonderful opportunity to present the song-cycle in the setting of Old Adelaide Gaol as part of the official Adelaide Festival, which was launched here in the City last night. I have been working with film-maker/lighting designer Nic Mollison to recreate from scratch our visual responses to the Gaol and in the next couple of days the production / music elements come together for the first time.

Instructions for an Imaginary Man runs from tuesday 6th March – sunday 11th March with performances nightly at 7pm. (additional shows 3pm saturday, 9.30pm sunday)


 

there is something so wildly unreserved about it that it sends you reeling into the night more than a little dazed.

The Guardian, 12th February 2012

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…mesmerises me into some sort of hypnotic state.

Spoonfed, 14th February 2012

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one of the most thrilling things I have ever seen….must be seen to be believed.”

One Stop Arts, 27th February 2012

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The Furies continues to beguile the innocent in it’s dank, dark Waterloo bunker – spurred on by sell out audiences and some tasty reviews.

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Kindle Theatre take THE FURIES to VAULT Festival, London.

Since we started in 2005 we seem to have thrived off some kind of horror or another, whether that be a story that informs the content of a project – blasphemy, cannibalism, murder, or whether that be an actual part of the making process; we went through a phase of using an excessive amount of fake blood and stained lots of things: the herringbone tiles of a church floor, a ceiling and various articles of clothing and costume. (We do always repair our recklessness)


(Image: Bianca Hervey)

After 7 years it seems we’ve graduated from the use of the fake stuff to actual blood, sweat and tears of taking our first touring project THE FURIES to London. Of course we’ve not done it alone. Collaboration is a massive part of how we work and we’re indebted to those who have encouraged…

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