A sign of Progress is that we are well on the way to eating all the fish in our oceans and replacing them with floating plastic.
Last night i went to Laurie Anderson’s The Language of the Future concert in Miner Auditorium, the stunning new SF Jazz venue on Franklin Street. She was accompanied by jazz pianist Geri Allen, and the performance was very good, but frankly not as good as her solo performance The End of the Moon about her year as Artist in Residence for NASA, an interesting role since neither she nor NASA had any idea about what an artist in residence there would do. If she revives this show, see it. Here’s an eight minute excerpt.
Still, the current show is worth seeing, and there were some excellent moments. Like the tale about the couple in an adversarial marriage who fought constantly as the years stretched into decades and people who knew them wondered why in the world they remained together. Finally, when they were in their nineties, they separated, and when folks asked they why they waited so long, they responded, “Well, we had to wait until the children had died.”
Oh, and here’s a closeup of a Giant Bird of Paradise grown by Oliver Graves on Hancock Street.
