"For truth to tell, dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education: dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with pen- that one must learn how to write." Friedrich Nietzsche
Faustin Linyekula/Studios Kabako at The Kitchen
"more more more...future"
IMPRESSIONS OF: Faustin Linyekula/Studios Kabako
More more more …future –Friday Oct 14th, 2011 at
presented by The Kitchen &FIAF's Crossing The Line 2011
Choreographed /Directed by: Faustin Linyekula
Music Direction: Flamme Kapaya
Texts: Antoine Vumilia Muhindo
Costumes: XulyBët, Paris
Performed by: Faustin Linyekula, Papy Ebotani, Dinozord, Pasnas, Le Coq, Patou Tempète, Kayembe, Rémi Bassinta Nightness, Flamme Kapaya
A Studios Kabako Production
|more, more, more...future, Photo © Paula Court|
More more more… future immediately dares us. Inciting us, as we walk into the space with stares from the band. Are they accusing, or on watchful duty? One man in glittering gold from head to toe knits his brow together and silently glowers. Later his resonant voice rattles my body and jolts the room as he roars lines of poetry by Antoine Vumilia Muhindo that are simultaneously projected behind him on the wall.
and his dynamic collaborators carry us directly inside the screaming heart of pop music and popular dancing of the Congo.
In beer soaked clubs this movement is about escaping.
On the concert stage these artists pour every ounce of their sweaty beings into remembering, addressing and moving forward.
“Turn off the music for amnesiacs.” “We no longer have time.” “Make a divine mess,” he bellows. “Look,” he demands of the audience and his fellow performers. A singer, jovial in a suit of crinkly patchwork, cavorts and jams only to have his showy act upstaged as the golden giant yells in his ear. They unite in rebellious screams.
The music of Flamme Kapaya, the African rock star, who got his name from an 80’s comic book hero, Captain Flamme, is so LOUD, I feel it inside my bones and my heart. Spiritual possession is not out of the question.
Stop “flirting with a tiny raft of cosmetic democracies.”
“Flags, clumsy fauvist paintings for the half-blind.”
"Burn icons alive.”
It seems blasphemous.
“To be positive is the most subversive,” he says.
The New York Times