Ryman Auditorium, Nashville, TN(photo by K. Urner, March 24, 2006)
Today we unzipped the roadshow projector, stored on the "time capsule" (a weird piece of furniture that came with the house, art deco in flavor), and hooked it up to the laptop (blue).
Dawn and I played through Neil Young: Heart of Gold, a concert in the Ryman in Nashville. We both enjoyed it, having both connected with Music City in various dimensions.
After giving the hardware a rest (it gets hot), I dove in to the 3rd in the Qatsi trilogy, which I'd seen before in a real theater.
I really like Philip Glass music set to images in this way. The "Hopi Prophesy" spin makes sense, if you remember Tom Paine's intuition that "to prophesie" means "to sing" (good singing requires attunement).
This Qatsi film (so-called because all three titles end in qatsi: Koyaanisqatsi, Powaqqatsi, Naqoyqatsi), may seem apocalyptic in places. The old Greco-Roman facade is crumbling (opening sequence) and we sort of forget why we fight (military drills).
Then we reconnect with a simple truth: we're operating some very capable, very expressive equipment (our bodies, ourselves). So take heart. We've got what it takes.
Tonight: more Lost.
