I’m a dance writer, not a music one, which meant that I approached writing about Meredith Monk with some trepidation. Yet Monk is the type of artist that allows for many points of entry into her work that's a fusion of music, dance, and theater.
Surprisingly, I wrote more about the music than the dancing, and I wrote most of all about what I thought Monk was trying to offer to the world in these troubled times.
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Meredith Monk's Cellular Songs at BAM Harvey. Photo by Stephanie Berger.
Public discourse has taken a dizzying turn toward the coarse and the confrontational. Words are hurled like hammers, their purpose blunt, uncompromising — to hurt someone. The old chestnut of “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all” feels quaint, a relic from the past.
How refreshing, then, it is to see Meredith Monk’s Cellular Songs where she barely says a word, which is not to say that she says nothing. A world premiere at BAM, the piece ritualizes kindness through . . .
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