Friday, June 25, 2010

Hélène Tavernier sings Dante and Adi Da

Hélène Tavernier in 'out of town' pre-opening of '' Dante/Adi Da Samraj /Florence which took place on Friday night June 25th in Palazzuolo sul Senio, Italy.'s Inaugural Premier is on Monday July 12th at the Bargello National Museum in Florence beginning at 7:00pm with a special apperitivo reception prepared by the restaurateurs of Palazzuolo.

Hélène flew to Florence the day before the ‘ante prima’ opening at the Mugello Dance Festival in beautiful 'Palazzuolo sul Senio'. She had to fly out the next morning to another engagement back in France. International cooperation at work for

Her role was to compose and now to sing, variously in Italian, French and English, texts from Dante and Adi Da Samraj. A series of Images, created by American born Artist Adi Da Samraj, boldly accompanies the Dance and he based these on the ancient Myth of Orpheus and Eurydice.

How did this native of Northern France, half of the duo ‘Angel Factory’, come to be involved in this mountain village production on the cusp of Adriatic and Aegean ?

Growing up in a family of classical musicians and learning ‘cello, her eclectic influences ranged from Gainsbourg to Gorillaz and Billie Holliday to William Blake, so when cello met computer, or more precisely, when Maurizio Fasolo of Pankow fame (the group providing Florence Dance with electronic music over recent years) heard her duo play live in Lille, Hélène was invited to listen, improvise, then set her vocal melodies to the pieces Maurizio had prepared for

Cut to Palazzuolo sul Senio, whose medieval history is host to our ante prima tonight, is some 500 metres above the crowded piazzas and mosquitoes of the Arno Valley and Florence. You reach it on the slow trans-Appennine railway to Ravenna via innumerable tunnels and a winding shuttle bus, finally arriving at the bridge over the stone-lined Senio. Welcome to cool fresh air. Welcome to walking pace. Welcome to football hooters… Italy is out of the World Cup !

Antepenultimate before ante prima
Under the watchful eye of the Captain’s Palace clock, chiming systematically at six minutes past the hour, techies have hoisted lights, image projectors and sound gear. Pythonic lighting cables clog the porch of the police station then snake around the scaffolded stage. Dancers in squeaky sneakers and chilly tops mark their moves, the calls of choreographer and lighting crew blend in and out of Maurizio‘s music…
Hélène drops her cosy blanket off stage, grasps the mic, her light voice floats on the dewy night air…

“…..Reality Itself Is Truth Itself Is the Beautiful Itself Is Reality Itself Is.....…”

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