Monday, April 23, 2012

NEW YORK CITY MUSINGS

It's been a while now since our trip to NYC. I've posted blogs that reflected what we did there, what we saw etc with accompanying videos. Now it's time to do a little reflection on the trip and some of the impressions of that city
New York City is the City of the Hustle. Everyone there hustles. From kids on street corners trying to sell you their rap CDs by putting your names on it, to outright panhandlers, to the Empire State Building where they make you have your photo taken in hopes you'll buy it as a souvenir later on. The hustle was everywhere, from the pedicabs to the Central Park horse drawn carriages to waiters to cabbies. The hustle is persistent but it's not aggressive. If you met it head on it was easy to deal with. It was a sport that I mostly enjoyed.

New York is a city that appreciates its past. While here in Toronto one sees countless cranes constructing yet another condo, NYC was clad with scaffolding as they refurbish on of its historical buildings. Of course New York went through its condo phase, it's famous for it, but even something like the Chelsea Piers, a gentrification project that laid waste to an old neighbourhood, not only put in a great deal of public facilities but also maintained some of that historical feel. That just doesn't happen in Toronto. We loved all the Victorian and turn of the century buildings in the city and we could not get a clear picture of Carnagie Hall (which was next door to our hotel) because of the scaffolding

Toronto is a city of neighbourhoods but NYC is the city of neighbourhoods. Chinatown, Little Italy, Greenwich Village, Chelsea, Harlem .. famous neighbourhoods, all of them with long histories and their own distinct personalities. I liked the fact that every neighbourhood had its own park or square, some more than one. I particularly enjoyed Madison Square Park. With its trees, its chess tables, its sculptures, its mosaic tiles, it really was this little oasis of calm in the middle of the city. There were more locals than tourists, enjoying the unusual warm day in March, taking a moment to pause and breathe with the city all around them
New York City:

On the street you can get hot pretzels, fresh fruit or chicken gizzards on a stick .. what more could you want

People wave to you from bridges as you pass under them on the rivers. Homeless guys give you advice, and good advice, where to buy a real deli sandwhich. The Carnagie Deli, as it turns out

There are a lot of dogs in Manhattan. Like a crazy amount of dogs. But you can't let them run free in Central Park. And the fenced in, off leash areas that we saw were about the size of a postage stamp and filled with indoor/outdoor carpet. Terra would go in there, give you the border collie head tilt as if to say "No, really, this is funny but where's the park .. no, really dude, where the hell is it."

People were friendly. Yes we stuck mostly to touristy areas but even as we wandered off track, residents were more than helpful. On our one sojourn into the subway a young woman was very helpful to us in our confusion. The same could not be said of the ticket seller himself. When in Chinatown expect even the subway employees to not only be Chinese but to be .. well .. really Chinese.

Things move fast in NYC. The people, the traffic, the taxis, it really does just go like bats out of hell. Jaywalking is a major contact sport but I understand why. The blocks are short, the red lights frequent and you feel like you can never really make progress. The traffic is startling. Traffic lights are merely suggestions, apparently, and New Yorkers creativity is expressed on their ability to make lanes wherever they go.

There are bicycles in New York but unlike Toronto they know how to keep to their places, ie bike lanes. Yes I saw bikes in the streets but most people seemed to grasp the concept that bicycles are for bike lanes, not traffic.

It really is a 24 hour city. I heard more traffic sounds at 3 am than I did at 4 pm The subway also runs 24 hours a day.

We found a discount liquor store. You could buy a bottle of Jose Cuervo that would cost you 60 dollars in Ontario for 20 bucks. I know why there are so many taxis in Manhattan.

Oh and it's not pronounced Man hat tan. It's pronounced Man hat in

Just so you know






Wednesday, April 18, 2012

UBIK: Spray this on you and don't question

Philip K Dick is sneaky. Perhaps more accurate terms would be subversive or insidious but I think sneaky works as well. A writer who had an agenda, a writer whose goal was to undermine your sense of reality and to shake you up, who did so while you thought you were reading something called "science fiction"
Case in point, his novel UBIK, published in 1969. This is a book I read, or read part of, a very long time ago, at a point in my life when I was ingesting two or three science fiction novels a week; as I started to read the book again I realized there was a lot of it, the details, that I had forgotten
I had forgotten how funny it was. There are scenes where characters argue with their vending machines; in this future world you have to pay to do or use just about anything. In an early scene, one of the main characters attempts to leave  his apartment:

The door refused to open. It said: "Five cents please"
.... "I'll pay you tomorrow," he told the door "What I pay you is... is in the nature of a gratuity; I don't have to pay you"
"I think otherwise" the door said"
.... From the drawer beside the sink Joe Chip got a stainless steel knife; with it he began to systematically unscrew the bolt assembly of his apt's money-gulping door.
"I'll sue you" said the door
"I've never been sued by a door. But I guess I'll live through it"

Then there are how characters on this future Earth dress.

G.G. stood there ... wearing his usual mohair poncho, apricot colored felt hat, argyle ski socks and carpet slippers ...

A young stringbean of a girl with glasses ... wearing a cowboy hat, black lace mantilla and Bermuda shorts ... A good looking older dark haired woman ... who wore a silk sari and nylon obi and bobby socks .... A wooly haired boy ... in a floral mumu and Spandex bloomers ...

It's funny stuff. And if fools you, it lures you into what appears to be a madcap adventure with a deep aura of zaniness. But of course there is much more going on here. Dick was a master of Pirandello, a theatrical conceit that essentially says "I'm about to fool you, I'm going to show you something that you know can't be real but as you watch it, you'll believe it is real" In Dick's case, if you are familiar with his work, you know that he is going to give you a story where reality is somehow altered. You know he's going to do it to you, you are watching the signs .. and as you watch the signs you realize that the whole conceit started about two chapters back
The world of UBIK is one where telepaths and precogs exist and companies are created to prevent these individuals from using their powers against you. Our nominal hero, Joe Chip, works for one of these companies and it is his job to prevent telepaths from using their abilities in a negative way. It is also a world where people never really die. When the body expires, the mind can be maintained, functioning in a half-life, able to communicate with people in the living world. Their world may or not be real at least to us and our world may or not be real to them ... yup, we are deep in the world view of Philip Dick
When reading this novel, or any Dick book, you are constantly questioning exactly what is real. In UBIK, as Joe is shown different levels of reality, he begins to sense that there are entities behind everything, controlling his world view, to purposes of their own. What are they: Gods, telepaths, people laying in coffins half alive ... Dick was never one to just show us different realities, he was one to make us question if anything was in control of those realities and why we are not. UBIK is a can of spray that when used, brings Joe back to his reality. But where did the can from and why do they want Joe to use it ..
There is something to the point that salvation, in this story, comes in the form of a spray can, a product. There is a focus on objects, on commercial objects, in this novel. Brand names become important. As does money, beyond the fact it costs you to get out of your own house. Commercialism may be the thing that binds the realities together, or it may be the thing that makes them all tenuous

Dick was an author who moved comfortably inside the conventions of the science fiction lexicon of the late 1960's. But he was also a writer very familiar with different cultures and their religions, their deities, their views of the afterlife. In this book, while describing how people dressed he also dipped into the Platonic concept of a base reality; in the story Joe is being pushed back in time and he realizes that there is always a space-time reality behind everything, a master time, upon which all other times are built

This is science fiction, I think, in the barest of terms. Yes the book takes place in the future and yes there is space travel. But Dick uses one sentence to describe a trip from Earth to the Moon; he devotes an entire chapter to describe Joe, under the influence of some malevolent reality, going up a flight of stairs. As he ascends Joe must try to figure out what is real, where he is, who is doing this to him and if there is actually something being done ... this is the kind of journey that occupies Dick at his bets.

And UBIK was one of his best.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

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New York City: Alive At Night

Sunday, April 1, 2012

SWORDS AND PLANETS: THE MANY WORLDS OF JOHN CARTER AND PALS

READER ADVISORY: THIS POST CONTAINS A HIGH ALMOST TOXIC LEVEL OF FAN BOY NERDINESS, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

This is not a review of the movie John Carter. Yes, I saw the movie and yes, I enjoyed it. It's a good looking, decently acted adventure movie with a lot of action, an attempt at an emotional connection and a couple of compelling main characters. It could have used at least 20 minutes carved out of it but it's a very entertaining B movie; if you you've seen the trailers and liked them, chances are you'll like the movie
But this really isn't going to be a review of the movie. Rather, I want to look at the subgenre of fantasy/science fiction that Edgar Rice Burroughs pretty much created with his John Carter novels, or more correctly, the Barsoom series.
With the publication of A Princess of Mars, the first novel in the Barsoom series, Burroughs created or at least popularized a new subgenre: One that has a hero of Earth somehow (often magically or through some form of science so underexplained it appears magical) transported to a strange planet where he must use his physical prowess (often with a sword, sometimes a gun, sometimes a combo of both) to free some of the planet's peoples from tyranny and bag himself a princess. There's almost always a princess. There are a few names for this genre; Sword and Planet, Planetary Romance, Interplanetary. For the sake of this post, we'll stick with Interplanetary
I'm not even going to try to make this post a comprehensive look at this genre. Burroughs published Princess in 1917 and stories of this sort were being published right up into the '90's. Since most of this kind of story were published as series, there are hundreds (at least) of Interplanetary books by various authors. I'm going to stick to the authors and writers that I know; I stumbled upon the Barsoom books in the 70's and was a pretty ardent fan of the Interplanetary genre for a couple of decades
The Barsoom books were rediscovered in the late 1960's and they inspired a whole gamut of imitators, these are the books that I initially read but even during Burroughs time, the stories were so popular that his contemporaries dove headlong into the heady universe of swords, aliens, monsters and barely clad princesses.

Interplanetary stories are not what many today refer to as a Fantasy; they do not take place in some mythical fully imagined world like Middle Earth that really has not connection to ours. They are science fiction in that they are located on alien worlds, some known to us such as the Mars of the John Carter stories or the Jovian moon of Callisto in Lin Carter's Jandar stories; or unknown worlds, such as Robert E Howard's Almuric or Leigh Brackett's Skaith.

H. Rider Haggard and A. Merritt wrote "lost civilization" stories where our hero finds some forgotten pocket of Earth where Vikings and/or dinosaurs still rule. Burroughs himself played in this arena with his Pellucidar stories that take place in the middle of the Earth. Merritt wrote The Ship of Ishtar of which I am quite fond; it features a contemporary man transported to an exotic world of swords, ships and evil wizards, except this world is ancient Earth replete with all its mythologies. It's an adventure story that follows many of the Interplanetary conventions but because it does take place on Earth, I would not qualify it as such
If Burroughs invented the Interplanetary story he soon had competition. Otis Adelbert Kline was a literary agent who was a pulp writer in his own vein. He produced Interplanetary novels himself, such as Planet of Peril; it's such a Burroughs rip off that the two engaged in a very public feud over the contents.


Burroughs was a pulp writer, he wrote to make a living, his style is sometimes difficult to process and his characters wooden, but he had an incredible imagination and the details of his world are impressive; from the outfits to the music to the manners of court, Burroughs had Barsoom fully realized. Kline was a hack and a derivative one at that. None of this is art, it's pulp fiction but you can buy into Burroughs work, he would never win an award for writing style but he knew how to keep his stories moving and you are often wide eyed at that imagination. Kline is difficult to read, mostly because he is so damn boring
Robert E Howard was another pulp writer of the time. Like Burroughs he wrote any kind of adventure story that would sell but nowadays he is best known as the creator of Conan. He wrote one Interplanetary, the only of his stories that could be considered science fiction. Almuric is not a great novel and it's not a great Interplanetary. It's a typical Howard book, fast moving, intense, and sometimes graced with an economy of language that could be surprisingly descriptive; it also featured a typically dour Howard character.  The dourness does however distinguish this novel from other early Interplanetaries; whereas John Carter is squared jawed utterly heoric and totally clean cut, Almuric's Essai Cane is something akin to a sociopath. He has very little conscience and is more than happy to use deadly violence to solve just about any problem
An interesting side note here: Almuric is not only and unusual Howard book in that it is "science fiction" but it is also novel length, and he is known to have only written four novels. This book was found, unpublished, after Howard's death. It seemed to have come out of the blue and has led to speculation that Howard didn't write the book at all. It's postulated that the novel was written by Howard's agent. And that agent is (please insert "duh duh duh" sound effect) Otis Adelbert Kline. Seriously, how juicy is that
Kline was not the only writer to drink deeply from the well of Burroughs. When the Barsoom novels were republished in the late 60's with Frank Frazetta book covers it inspired a whole new invasion of Earth heroes duelling under alien suns. About 30 years separate the original publishing dates from the arrival and although pulp fiction was still alive and well (these were the hey days of the Ace Double books, action oriented sci fi stories that featured two short novels published on one volume) writing styles had changed .. or so you think. Many of the new Interplanetaries published at that time not only followed Burroughs formula but also emulated his nearly Victorian language.
At any rate, the genre proved popular all over again. The 1970's saw the first publication of the Dray Prescott series by Alan Burt Akers, otherwise known as British sci fi author Kenneth Bulmer. Bulmer was a contemporary pulp writer and I was never a huge fan of his books, but the Kregan books work pretty well. His hero, Prescott, is a 19th century seaman (which explains his familiarity with swords) who finds himself on the alien world Kregan in the constellation of Skorpio
Burrogh's Barssom books ran to about 10 novesl, the Kregan series features over 50 novels, published into the mid 1980's. No, I did not read them all. I read four or five and they worked pretty well. The action is good, the world is well realized and Prescott is a likeable hero. As is the norm for these books they are written in the first person and Prescott's tone is befitting to his time which allows Bulmer to logic why books written in the 70's use similar language to those penned at the turn of the century
One of Burroughs conceits was to interject himself into the stories. John Carter is presented as Burroughs nephew and he brings his self narrated stories to said uncle so that he can tell the world. Lin Carter uses a similar technique in his Jandar books which I'll discuss in a bit. The Kregan novels take it to a whole new level, some of the books were published with Dray Prescott listed at the author of the story
Jandar of Callisto was an Interplanetary novel published in 1972 and is the first in an 8 novel series. It tells the storey of John Dark (whose name is interpreted as Jandar by his alien buddies) a military helicopter pilot who crashes into Ankor Wat and is transported to Callisto, a moon of Jupiter.
The series was written by Lin Carter. Carter was an extremely gifted fantasy editor and one of the most knowledgeable people at that time about all things fantastic in fiction. He wrote his own stories and he wrote a lot but pretty much everything he penned was a pastiche; the Jandar novels follows the Burroughs blueprint but John Dark is a contemporary hero and his narration is presented in a clean, unadorned style. The books are a romp, Carter knows exactly to whom he is paying homage and there is a good deal of tongue in cheek humour. Like his man Burroughs, Carter interjects himself into the story, he finds the Jandar manuscripts and edits them (hey it's what the man did) so we may follow the adventures of his friend up there on Callisto
Whereas long series represent the norm in this genre, there were a few single novels such as Almuric and at least one duology that I'm fond of, the Llarn books by Gardner F Fox. The two novels follow the ERB conventions but Fox, a professional comic book writer, has his own imagination. The books were originally published in the mid 60's and the books reflect that time period by having Llarn give his world a post atomic war setting.

Speaking of comic book writers, although the focus of this post is on novels I'd be remiss not to mention an Interplanetary comic book series from the mid 70's of which I was quite fond. Warlord is a comic book series written and illustrated by Mike Grell and published by DC Comics. Travis Morgan is an air force pilot who crashes into Skartaris a world inside Earth's hollow core (a nod to ERB's Pellucidar story) Grell follows the Interplanetary conventions with a few modern flairs; besides his affinity with a sword, Morgan brings with him a .44 automag pistol ... "Do you feel lucky alien barbarian? Well, do ya?"

As I stated earlier, one of the names for this subgenre of science fiction is Planetary Romance. There is always a love story between our Earthly hero and an alien girl, usually some kind of princess though she may be hiding from her enemies (can anyone say Princess Leia). Not only did some of the revival Interplanetaries stick true to this romantic theme but they also pretty much followed the chaste, pure hearted love story that Burroughs created. Now, everyone on Barsoom is naked, including the lovely Deja Thoris ...


 .. and that must have been quite racy to Burrough's readers but other than that, the relationship is pretty pure .. as are those in many of the later Interplanetary books. But that would not last for long. Enter Richard Blade

This is a long series, over 30 books published between 1969 and 1984. Credited to Jeffrey Lord it was actually written by several authors, including Roland Green and Ray Nelson, a pretty good sci fi author under his own name. One could see why the authors were happy to give up their names for this series. It's not only pulp, it's schlock; the hero Blade is a British 007 style spy who is transported to various world in Dimension X to chop off a lot of heads and fuck a lot of women ... and this is how this series sets itself apart from others of the time. Blade was porn and for once the stories lived up to the racy cover art
But Blade wasn't the only Interplanetary hero swinging more than his sword. Sex did begin to creep into the genre and yes, in some ways, pretty creepily. Indeed, it's time to talk about Gor
Gor is a series of 30 novels written by John Norman that begain publishing in 1966 and is apparantly still ongoing. They feature the adventures of Earthman Tarl Cabot on Gor, also known as counter earth. The books are well written, the world incredibly detailed much in the way of Burroughs; it nods to the Barsoom series but carries on in its own style. It owes a lot to Fantasy novels, where the cultures of the world reflect ancient earthly cultures
The author, John Norman, is actually John Frederick Lange, a professor of philosophy who specializes in questions of morality and cultural conventions of morality. This is where Gor becomes interesting and for some, troublesome. The first few books of the series are very good, straight ahead Interplanetary adventures but as the series goes along, Lange's philosophy becomes to seep through. On Gor, women are subservient to men, they are slaves, both sexually and spiritually and as Earth women appear on Counter Earth they begin to realize that this may be the natural state for a woman in a relationship
Some people were turned off by these concepts but many people fond them appealing; there is an entire subculture of sexuality based upon the Gor novels, the terms and rituals from the books have found their ways into people's sexual recreations. My issue with the whole thing is this: When the themes began to be introduced in the novel I read them almost as satire, a kind of exaggeration of the Victorian male/female sensibilities of the original novels and I could go there. But Norman is apparantly quite serious about this and the books became more about a slave and her master than it did about Tarl Cabot kicking ass. I left the series around the 5th book
As a side note, like John Carter, the Gor books were filmed ... they are difficult to find. We should be extremely grateful for that. Let's leave it at that
But not all attempts at sexuality in Interplanetary books are either juvenile porn or mildly creepy lifestyle suggestions. This is where we bring in Andrew J Offutt. Offutt is a professional science ficition and fantasy author who has worked in a variety of styles over his long career including penning a few Conan novels. He wrote a few Interplanetary novels, including Ardor on Aros, a rather satirical take on Burroughs and I'm not sure if he meant to riff Gor as well, but he did: In this novel the Earthman adventurer becomes the serf of a female alien for whom he does quests and he pays her off with sex. Offutt can write and he's awfully smart and this is a very good satire in that it pokes fun at the genre while at the same time reading as a fairly good Interplanetary

Enough about sex, let's look at sexuality in Interplanetaries or more properly, gender. This is not, historically, that is a genre terribly kind to females. The books were primarily written by men and for men. There were always women but they were to be rescued and to be possessed ... and in Gor, literally possessed. In the Barsoom books, Princes Deja could fight, she had a voice, but she also had to be constantly rescued by Captain Carter. The role of women was upgraded in some of the later novels, I recall a fairly compentent fighting princess in the Jandar books but still, ERB's blue print was faithfully followed with just a few upgrades. Although fantasy novels and a few sword and sorcery novels featured female leads, I don't recall any Interplanetary stories with a female hero
Time to talk about Leigh Brackett. Brackett was a well respected writer not only of science fiction and fantasy novels but also in Hollywood. She is credited as having contributed to the script for the Big Sleep and The Empire Strikes Back among others. Most of her science fiction was adventure oriented but would be pushing the envelope of what an Interplanetary novel would be. Her great series hero was Erik John Stark. Stark lives in a future where space travel is common and some of the planets of our Solar System have their own sentient species. He is a human raised by the natives of Mercury and although he is rescued by another Earth man, he can always tap into his animalistic nature to get out of a jam
Some of these alien cultures, like the ancient world of Mars, still employ swords as well as ray guns but because Stark travels from world to by spaceship and the Martian civillization is known to Earth, I'm not sure if these stories actually qualify as Interplanetaries. Stark also has a series of adventures on the far flung planet of Skaith and these are some of the best adventure oriented sci fi stories you can read; Skaith, under the Ginger Star is a rich and exotic world with many indigenous cultures and lots of action .. but an Interplanetary novel it may not be
The one Brackett novel that can qualify for this genre is The Sword of Rhiannon. The tale takes place on Brackett's standard version of Mars; an ancient world, once environmentally and culturally rich that now, in the time of interplanetary travel is a desert shell of its former glory. Our hero (not Stark) is being chased by Martian gangsters and finds himself in a cave where ancient Martian tech transports him to the planet's far past, where there were oceans and a vibrant dangerous culture on Mars. In one sense, it is reminiscent of Merritt's Ship of Ishtar but instead of being transported to Earth's past, our fighter goes into the past of an alien world. What really sets this book apart is Brackett's writing; while still being muscular and efficient, there is a lyrical quality to it that you don't find in a lot of these books
Interplanetary or Sword and Planet novels have pretty much fallen off the literary map. They died in the US before they did in Europe. Alan Burt Aker's Dray Prescott novels stop being published in the US around number 37 but kept being published in Germany up to number 52. I've read that a few novels in the genre have been recently published both on paper and as ebooks, like Al Sarrantonio's Master of Mars series but I have yet to read those; still I think it's fair to say that Interplanetary is a fairly dead genre.
I was kind of hoping that the John Carter movie might revitalize the genre, not only in film but in print but that doesn't seem to likely to happen. For reasons that have more to do with internal Studio incompentence than the movie itself, it's being viewed as a failure. I have a feeling it will do quite well when released on disc or as downloads in in the overseas market but I don't know if we'll see anymore Interplanetary movies let alone novels.

I think these books were incredibly influential. Not only did Burroughs spawn a literary genre that produced hundreds of novels over decades, you can see the influence in movies like Star Wars and probably Flash Gordon as well. Some of the conventions of the genre are silly but at heart these are adventure stories, suspension of disbelief stories; besides the action what keeps you reading is the thrill of discovery, it's world building, I think ERB is still the master but Kenneth Bulmer as Alan Burt Akers is right up there, as well Norman. If we consider Brackett's Skaith novels to fit the category .. and they may not .. she'd be right there at the top as well.
Some of these novels are still in print, go hunting on Amazon or if you can still find one, your local used book store. John Carter is there, sailing on Dray Drescott's ship, above them Tarl Cabot is circling on his tarn, being guided to Callisto by Jandar and down in the hold, Eric John Stark is growling to his wolves ...

TAO DRUMMERS: THE THUNDER INSIDE

The stage is dark. The theatre is silent. Then the the sound of a small cymbal, very soft, silibant, rippling out over us. A drum now, a small drum, now struck, the stick rolled over it and the sound comes out like thunder from a distance, dissipating into the ripples created by the cymbal. Above the stage a light appears, circular and red. But it is not just a light, it is a massive Japanese taiko drum, lit from within by a red light. A woman walks to the drum, her body in silhouette, wearing a sheath dress, a long pony tail hanging down .. the music below her picks up tempo and her body moves to it, swaying, lithe, in her hands two short clubs that she twirls in time to the music. The cymbal clashes and her body turns, her arms raise and she makes the big drum sing...
This is Tao, a progressive Japanese drum troupe that performed in Toronto this past Friday night. Tao takes the tenets of traditional Japanese taiko drumming and pumps it up, mixing in influences from Maori and European drum line music as well as martial arts, dance and slapstick physical humour. The troupe we saw was made up of about 14 people including several women, who you do not usually see in traditional taiko
The drums were always the focal point of the show but there was much more than that. There were other traditional instruments, such as the aforementioned flute; the shamisen which is a kind of banjo and the koto which reminded me of a harp but is more horizontal than vertical. There were also martial arts on display, mostly in the form of some impressive and blindingly fast staff work
There was a lot of dance as well, energetic and beautifully coordinated; you could see the Maori influence, particularly when the men danced, with some Japanese aikido style martial arts thrown in for good measure

It reminded me of Cirque de Soleil in that it was a complete show: Humour, action, emotion, energy and stillness. There were moments of total silence, moments of melody that were measured and serene, when flutes softly ululated like rippling waters and the dancers sang traditional Japanese music that was both mournful and powerful at the same time
And of course there were moments of energy, dancers flying around the stage with staffs or flags, cymbals clashing, a musician playing his shamisen like a taiko Eric Clapton, all of it propelled by the drums, whose tone and beats and timbre seemed to be almost endless
The show is all about motion, not just the bodies of the performers but the music itself. There is a recurring them of drummers "throwing" the beat into the air where another guy catches it and bangs it across his drum before tossing it on. The music is also thrown to the audience; there is a lot of audience participation where were encouraged through  hand claps to mimic the drummer's beat ... let's just say that there were a lot of white people in the audience.

I was fascinated by the physicality of the troupe and not just in their dancing and kata's. This kind of drumming is extemely physical. You could see that the drummers often exaggerated their movements with their sticks to illustrate what the were doing but there was more to it than that. Asian martial arts talk about chi, about the strength and power inside each of us that we can call upon when needed. Especially when they were playing these huge drums you could see the performers call upon that chi, their inner power, to coax the music out of the drum and to send it out to us
The entire show was mesmerizing and like Cirque de Soleil, I was rather in awe in the skill of the performers. I also appreciated how ardent they were in making sure that the audience was entertained. From the choreography to the costumes to the set design to the music, everything was very well thought out. The troupe has been in existence for 10 years and it shows
When I bought the tickets I didn't know a great deal about the show. What I read and from a couple of clips I saw on Youtube I thought it would be good. I was wrong. It was incredible. Slick and polished yes but with moments of simple performance that you you knew that these performers felt the thunder of the drums, the thunder inside. And for a couple of hours, I felt it too
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