Claude Wampler
Amazing. The Claude Wampler performance I saw yesterday was amazing. It's now 5pm the following day and I still can’t stop thinking about it. And that tune, that oh so catchy tune is now dancing around in my head. I’ve spent the day alternately humming the music and reliving the performance with my co-worker who was there with me. This piece above any other I've seen this year at TBA caused me to react in a visceral way. My body was left shaking and sweaty. It inspired me to swim in the Pacific, or trek to the top of the world. I wanted to go out, buy a pair of silver lamé underwear and dance in a fog filled landscape. I was also impressed with the strong connection forged between performer and audience, some of whom were so moved they jumped up from their seats to dance along with the music (admittedly some audience members seemed more inspired than others). After the performance I overheard another audience member say to his friend, “That was sooo TBA”. I couldn’t agree more with whatever that means. Go to this performance immediately. Amazing.
Matthew C.
are you joking? please say you're joking.
So this Emperor, he walks into a bar. And the bartender says, "Hey, we don't serve naked guys."
Hmm, there's something suspicious going on here. Same ecentric characters in the audience each night acting strangely, more than one audience having to wait around too long before the show... I can only hope we were being observed/recorded so this performance ends up being more meaningful than what I witnessed onstage.
it's pretty well known at this point that they were plants, part of the piece, put there to make us think that the piece was very invigorating and visceral when in actuality it was a dead one-liner created by an artist whose disappointment with her audience's reactions can be attributed more to her failure as an artist than to ours as an audience. give us a little credit, ms. wampler.