Lofoten

Here, by way of an update to this little web sIte, is a quick overview of what goes on in the world of  fp, fortepiano, Mr. Loudsoft, ol’ screaming whisper – moi.

Almost all things spake of in my previous post have come to pass at this point, and I currently find myself beatified by the grace and power of Arctic Circle, Norway where I have been some weeks with my dear friend and frequent project-partner, Robin Frohardt! We are here working in a theater everyday, building a show for very small actors. We have built a complete car (Jeep, really), a broken house (which I very satisfactorily call my einstürzende neubauten –heh hehnot speaking any Norwegian, I tend to slip into German, an unfortunate tendency), and a disembodied staircase, and there is more to be done and much that must remain un-disclosed as its secrets continue to find form!

My view of this place is a strange, almost dreamlike one for, on top of the associated jet lag from 20 hours of travel to get here, sunlight has not once left the sky, making sleep an odd, seemingly ill-timed and all too tenuous venture and waking life, indeed, a half dreamlike wandering. One comes to not exactly settle but more just give in to the constancy. The day has no dichotomy here; all simply always is! There is always day shining upon whatever it is that you are doing. There is no night to escape to. You can only hide within buildings with well-covered windows. But who wants to hide? Constant day, or seemingly endlessly long days are a dream-come-true for me! Although, to be accurate, it’s not exactly sunny all the time. The weather vacillates between angelic, golden solar bliss to godlike, gale force, nebulous wrath (for the religious of you), and actually the day’s light dims to a crepuscule for the wee hours making ever more dreamlike my more whiling moments . However, for us, most of each day is taken up deep down in a workshop that is blind to the constant day without. And this strange dream is made still more so by the juxtapose of that very well-employed, yes fun, yet very familiar world of making cool shit with the world that waits outside, because you see…

“Here” is within the absolutely stunning Lofoten Wall, so called, off Norway’s west, sloping northeast, coast. Kept mild(ish) by the gulf stream while still in the Arctic Circle, the “wall” is many profoundly dramatic and glorious mountainous islands which rise in an archipelago that feels like some Nordic, more condensed Hawaii! Or a sea-bound Switzerland! There’s no truly satisfying way to describe it in words. My photos can be seen here if you want to get a glimpse – I find mostly large scale, wide angle, panoramic shots are the only thing that even approaches doing justice to this heart-stopping scenery! Getting out in it for a spiritual person would necessarily be a religious experience. For a utopian, this would be Arcadia. Were it opera, it would be Wagner. I am positively overwhelmed! For me, Nature here is so overpoweringly beautiful that it becomes quite emotional. It becomes downright…sexual. One wants to grab Her up by her long, deep green tresses and just fuck her ’til exhaustion makes even sleep finally come! … Well, this One does anyway. I don’t know any other way of describing it. You wanna eat it! Or scream at it! Laugh at it! Cry! I just don’t know what else  to do with it! It’s too much. It’s like it wasn’t made for human eyes. It’s too pure! Like some virginal angel or something, and here I am bordering on some kind of celestial-terrestrial rape! I probably don’t deserve to be here! No doubt, if I weren’t so mostly holed up and occupied in building little big things in the company of brilliant fellows, I might just get carted off for being found, indecent and humping the earth all of a sunlit midnight, by some tall, polite Norwegian policeman (come to think of it, I haven’t seen even one policeman or any uniformed person, for that matter, since coming here! This truly is Arcadia!).  But, as I said, nowhere to hide, and there are some things best kept in the dark!… Well, amongst strangers anyway.

The strangers are mostly fisherman waiting for the cod season which keeps up a thrumming business here come winter, so it seems and so it’s told – sadly, there is no cod now. Otherwise, two giant, ocean-liner style ships pass through, each once a day, and disgorge (mostly) elderly Norweegies, Italies, Frenchies or what-have-you in the form of tourists riding these luxurious vessels (one of which carried us here and will again with us away) up and down the islands and fjords of Norge. They wander around “our” little town in their high-tech gortex and stylie, unique eyeglasses, do a little shopping for a few minutes and get back on board and sail away. It’s wild to see the ship lying there at the quay, looming over the town like some giant hotel much larger by far than any other building in it, and then, with the next look, it’s gone and no such building exists any more! Add this to the constant laughter of the sea gulls (and an occasional lofting sea eagle!) and you have the quiet life of this arctic town.

This, then, is my limited existence here in Stamsund, Vestvågøy, Lofoten, Nordland, Norway, Arctic Circle. Caught somewhere within epiphanic lusty nature-bliss, the crepuscular light of dreams, the mundane niceties of the civilized, and the strangely titillating world of the small! I am in love with it’s life.

But back to big things, the darkness, and the profane world I must return! The first of August will see me back in New York City continuing work on a very big project (a kind of living sculpture that promises to function as a restaurant!), which continues to be very big, and back again to my weekly performances on Tuesday nights at St. Mazie in Brooklyn with well-loved performer and o.g. brother, Mark Growden, in our freshly formed duo act, Two Eye Jack. Look for us, and me, there, and ask me a thing or two about Lofoten!

How far that seems now, but nevertheless a continuing adventure….

 

 

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