Death of a Salesman.

Death of a Salesman
Never struck me the way it did when I saw Mike Nichols' production this weekend.
You never really understand this play until you've worked in an office, dreaming of outside...

BIFF: And suddenly I stopped, you hear me?  And in the middle of that office building, do you hear this?  I stopped in the middle of that building and I saw - the sky.  I saw the things that I love in this world.  The work and the food and time to sit and smoke.  And I looked at the pen and said to myself, what the hell am I grabbing this for?  Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be?  What am I doing in an office, making a contemptuous, begging fool of myself, when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am!  Why can’t I say that, Willy?

DV8

From DV8 Physical Theater's Cost of Living:


DV8 - Cost of Living por arthursoares  no Videolog.tv.

Pina Bausch

Wim Wenders' film documentary on the late choreographer Pina Bausch is still staying with me. Powerful stuff.





 

There is Nothing Quite Like a Real Book

(via: notcot)

Death and the Piano

"The piano is a very finicky instrument to record, with an existential problem: attack followed by decay, every note a death. You want to capture the ping, the clarity of the beginning of each note, but you also want to get the ephemeral singing tone that remains. It's a complicated balance: the souls fo the piano and of the pianist hang on it." 

From Jeremy Denk's nice piece "Flight of the Concord" in this week's New Yorker