Karl Ramberg did an amazing thing the other night at 4-1-1 artspace. A performance autobiography that no one expected. I was skeptical about the potential 90 minute improv session, but I jumped into the far end of the room next to grocery store guy. My exit would not be invisible. I stayed without moving, entranced.
This did not become a musician's complex introspection contemplating the ideas of dark matter. It was a life story performed by a pained fella that needed to share and to shed some burden. I was moved more by this experience than so many that are meant to be moving. Heck, I was simply going to support a man. I felt lighter when I went back out into the world.
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This simple description makes me sadder that I missed it.
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