SONG AND DANCE British Premiere
The beginning is the end. The performance is over, the tension subsides, it is after show time.
Backstage, the striking of the set gets under way. The artist relaxes and lets go, carried away by his recollections while the technicians start to undo, fold, and put away the material.
Another performance begins which will last the time it takes to strike. The work of the technicians, preoccupied to finish as quickly as possible so they can go and eat, mixes with the artist's intimate sketches of songs and dances. Dream and reality juxtapose. As the work progresses, time seems to travel backwards to the beginning, like successive layers that unveil little by little a naked and singular state - bare life.
The stage is bare, the projectors light up for the last time. The artist's silhouette is outlined, the voice extinguished. Blackout. The set is struck. The theatre is empty.
... Song and Dance is a masterpiece of danced monologue... He listens to songs full of languor from Bob Dylan, Patti Smith, Prince. He breathes irony into their pathos until it explodes and paints a grimacing smile on the morbid magic of the Final Curtain of My Way . As if in passing and with a tender humor he unrolls the rug of discourse - the discourse of theatre and the analytical discourse of performance - of dance performance from Jrme Bel to Raimund Hoghe...
Helmut Ploebst, Der Standard, 2003