Feb 21, 2011
On Saturday, February 19, I participated in the second annual GUTTED, which took place at Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions (LACE). I presented the original opera, “Color From God-lung (Larkwat 1217)”. The performance lasted exactly 2 hours. My collaborators/fellow cast members were: Aerie ShoreBarry MorseChristian RosalesJason SavvyRicardo Bracho The opera focused on a ritual practiced by a group of post-endtimes survivors who attempt to re-connect with the memory of their civilization, as they are doomed/fortunate to spend the remainder of their lives within the sheltering walls of a dead elephant. There is a great deal more to this story, preceding and following the moments within “Color From God-lung (Larkwat 1217)”, but since a great deal of what I have created, and what I’ve yet to create, focuses on these details, I will spare you endless paragraphs of agonizing text and say that it all began with a dream I had years ago, in which thousands of gigantic elephants (each one larger than the tallest skycraper) slowly descended from the sky. It has been 2 days since I performed this piece. The elephant is still all around me. No joke. I am in my living room, but it is very much an accidental sanctuary, and the creature that I now call my home gave its life so that I would not have to have my own ripped away by our poisoned environment. It is quite a challenge now to leave behind those vivid sensations I experienced at GUTTED. For 2 hours that night, I played keeper and protector of Earth’s most subtle and precious memories, imparting this knowledge upon strangers whom I took into my being as if they were my own blood children. The heavy moisture of our union soaked us from head to toe, and kept us from freezing to death. And through this daily ritual, we received many blessings from the embodiment of our fragile hope: She who menaced spectators with quiet, unspeakable horrors should they interfere with our sacred rite; She who guided us with enviable precision through impossible mental/emotional/physical endurance, never letting us float away. And when the opera finally came to its grueling conclusion, She expelled the spectators with the same restrained menace. This force we collectively birthed was ours, finally. What energy, what relief. Some of my fellow collaborators, and some spectators, all have come to me with stories of their own journeys through the God-lung. I anticipate to hear more. And although I will continue moving forward with other projects, mainly my new album Rattle Rattle, I guarantee you all more creations through the God-lung, as I am forever changed from this first one. I never want to leave. Love, Dorian

On Saturday, February 19, I participated in the second annual GUTTED, which took place at Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions (LACE). I presented the original opera, “Color From God-lung (Larkwat 1217)”. The performance lasted exactly 2 hours. My collaborators/fellow cast members were:

Aerie Shore
Barry Morse
Christian Rosales
Jason Savvy
Ricardo Bracho

The opera focused on a ritual practiced by a group of post-endtimes survivors who attempt to re-connect with the memory of their civilization, as they are doomed/fortunate to spend the remainder of their lives within the sheltering walls of a dead elephant. There is a great deal more to this story, preceding and following the moments within “Color From God-lung (Larkwat 1217)”, but since a great deal of what I have created, and what I’ve yet to create, focuses on these details, I will spare you endless paragraphs of agonizing text and say that it all began with a dream I had years ago, in which thousands of gigantic elephants (each one larger than the tallest skycraper) slowly descended from the sky.

It has been 2 days since I performed this piece. The elephant is still all around me. No joke. I am in my living room, but it is very much an accidental sanctuary, and the creature that I now call my home gave its life so that I would not have to have my own ripped away by our poisoned environment. It is quite a challenge now to leave behind those vivid sensations I experienced at GUTTED. For 2 hours that night, I played keeper and protector of Earth’s most subtle and precious memories, imparting this knowledge upon strangers whom I took into my being as if they were my own blood children. The heavy moisture of our union soaked us from head to toe, and kept us from freezing to death. And through this daily ritual, we received many blessings from the embodiment of our fragile hope: She who menaced spectators with quiet, unspeakable horrors should they interfere with our sacred rite; She who guided us with enviable precision through impossible mental/emotional/physical endurance, never letting us float away. And when the opera finally came to its grueling conclusion, She expelled the spectators with the same restrained menace.

This force we collectively birthed was ours, finally. What energy, what relief.

Some of my fellow collaborators, and some spectators, all have come to me with stories of their own journeys through the God-lung. I anticipate to hear more.

And although I will continue moving forward with other projects, mainly my new album Rattle Rattle, I guarantee you all more creations through the God-lung, as I am forever changed from this first one.

I never want to leave.

Love,


Dorian

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