"Wait!" we said. "We can't see anything with the lights off."
They tried to sort of spotlight themselves by opening the door to the hallway, but it was still very dim. We tried to get them to turn on the overhead lights, but the most they would settle for was a side lamp. As a result, all the pictures I took are shrouded in darkness, but I'm leaving them like that because they are a true representation of the performance. I had my phone to take some pictures, but upon seeing it in my hand, Blythe said, "The use of electronic devices during the performance is prohibited. Please turn them all off and put them away."
The performance was a mix of music and narration largely by Blythe, with dramatic action by Brandt. Her narration involved Indians fighting, hunting, and sacrificing, then dying and being reborn. The percussion/music that went along with it reminded me of the very interesting Halloween concerts I have been to the last two years. Lots of atonal composition with strange text to accompany it. Kent and I were both impressed by the stories Blythe came up with, and equally impressed by Brandt's energy and non-stop movement. Well, non-stop until those moments when he died. It was all very creative, and just a little bit too long. It could have done with a bit of production help. However, all in all it was a tremendous evening, and we were served warm chocolate chip cookies as a treat after the show. Bonus!
I failed to mention that Brandt's entire performance was done half naked.
If he's in the house (and frequently when he's not), he's almost never got a shirt on.
He's a boy.
Blythe used different instruments throughout the performance.
She'd change based on the action and required sounds.
Blythe made the gun "shoot" with her instruments.
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