«DESERT DESERT » ℗
by antenne pernot after Boris Vian
‹…he carried a little briefcase marked A. P., Antenne Pernot; he was dressed as if he were heading to his office…›
In a many-faceted synaesthetic experiment, using all the means – composition, instruments, the voice and the body – at its disposal, «Desert Desert» tries to blaze a trail into the work of chansonnier poet and jazz engineer Boris Vian. Always searching for the core and power of an absolutely negative critique of our own being – one that admits of no alternatives – and of what happens when we join together in pairs, teams and institutions. ‹I have the time to get back to work again, now that I’ve killed three of my clients.›
There is no utopia. Each and every one of us pointlessly gyrates and labors within a closed system, a system of futility from which there is no way out. Except trance.
Only those who yearn and resonate with the ‹right› music within are able to transcend and find a way out. ‹A deep majestic silence prevailed, then came an indistinct shattering of glass.›
A sonorous tableau vivant with no autumn and no Peking.
(All quotes by Boris Vian)
