Bjork, Sydney Opera House
May 26th 2008 08:41
Bjork. She is finally here in front of me, dressed up in raging colour like a tribal warrior, accompanied by brass blowing children, surrounded by fire and musical instruments that glow like creations from outer space.
I tear my eyes from her for a moment to search the other faces in the crowd.
I see in their glazed eyes, the reflection of the full moon, who, she shouts "has gatecrashed our party".
We are all in a trance, under this crisp night sky, worshiping the God who dances before us.
Wise and amazing, and yet small, she moves like an excited little girl, and at once we are all in love with her.
At once, we have found our faith, and it flies into the air, riding on the back of every note that shoots out of her mouth, straight from the very depths of her chest.
I wonder, does she know what she has created in us? That it is possible for a mere human being to conjure up such a storm of wild thoughts in another.
There is no doubt: she is a revolution, and through her unique sound, she has saved our souls.
I tear my eyes from her for a moment to search the other faces in the crowd.
I see in their glazed eyes, the reflection of the full moon, who, she shouts "has gatecrashed our party".
Wise and amazing, and yet small, she moves like an excited little girl, and at once we are all in love with her.
At once, we have found our faith, and it flies into the air, riding on the back of every note that shoots out of her mouth, straight from the very depths of her chest.
I wonder, does she know what she has created in us? That it is possible for a mere human being to conjure up such a storm of wild thoughts in another.
There is no doubt: she is a revolution, and through her unique sound, she has saved our souls.
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