My sound is too big for this confined space
Endless rows of cars lie between you and your family. A traffic jam, again. Annoyingly, the car next to you begins reverberating with sound. You look over. The driver is contorting themselves into all manner of expressive ways. This is going to be a jam like no other. What looks like simple, impatient finger-tapping, progresses into an expressive,“how-does-she-do-that?!” limb-extending dance across the dashboard and the seats of the car. The next encounter is an impatient cussing driver, her insults to the other road users explodes into a slam of poetry weaving from hate to love to home to work... Then there is this guy in the fancy car with his opera playlist – has he no shame that all can hear his passion bursting from his chest? The performers are responsible drivers, always keeping an eye on the flow of traffic, but they own good sound systems and get carried away by the music. It begins as a fantasy in their heads, but becomes a reality in the confined space of their sedans.
|Fri 22nd Nov||P5 starts at 12.00||20 minutes||Adderley Street|
|Sat 23rd Nov||P5 starts at 12.00||20 minutes||Adderley Street|