Another wild dream. What is that, a wild dream? When you wake up in a room, in the midst of thirteen ghosts curling around their instruments, when you swim in that room as if in a viscous liquid, when you descend, not understanding where the hissing and scratching comes from, when you run after a timid melody, as the room grows longer and longer, a gaping corridor, then cotton wool, when you're electrocuted, or when you fall asleep in a dream, come to your senses in a bass drum, hang upside down from the strings, stick your head out of a tin horn and realise you have it all in your hands: Unimagined blasts of reality drive into you when you are there, or are there, or are lying there, your ears are your better eyes and you are a lucid, blind, composing spirit for yourself.
WIRREN is chamber music for anarchists and social media addicts, sleepwalkers and day thieves, social romantics and post-structuralists, for those who are drowning in everyday life, for the superstitious and the control-obsessed, for everyone who can read a map and for everyone who can't read a map.
Another wild dream. What is that, a wild dream? When you wake up in a room, in the midst of thirteen ghosts curling around their instruments, when you swim in that room as if in a viscous liquid, when you descend, not understanding where the hissing and scratching comes from, when you run after a timid melody, as the room grows longer and longer, a gaping corridor, then cotton wool, when you're electrocuted, or when you fall asleep in a dream, come to your senses in a bass drum, hang upside down from the strings, stick your head out of a tin horn and realise you have it all in your hands: Unimagined blasts of reality drive into you when you are there, or are there, or are lying there, your ears are your better eyes and you are a lucid, blind, composing spirit for yourself.
WIRREN is chamber music for anarchists and social media addicts, sleepwalkers and day thieves, social romantics and post-structuralists, for those who are drowning in everyday life, for the superstitious and the control-obsessed, for everyone who can read a map and for everyone who can't read a map.
| Line-Up | Gina Corti, Hora Lunga, Markus Kenel, Miao Zhao, Michael Haudenschild, Nicolas Stocker, Rea Dubach, Réka Csiszér, Robert Meyer, Steve Buchanan, Tapiwa Svosve, Tizia Zimmermann, Valentin Baumgartner |
| Light design & light | Viktoras Zemeckas |
| Text | Mirko Schwab |
| Graphics | Ludwig Wandinger |
| With the support of: Pro Helvetia, Fachstelle Kultur Kanton Zürich, Stadt Zürich, Schweizerische Interpretenstiftung |
