2019 Nights of Grief & Mystery Tour
When
Occurs on
Tuesday November 12 2019
Approximate running time: 2 hours
Venue
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All Seats $41
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Friends are forged on the dark road heading out of town. And so we head there again, sojourning across the continent in the name of psychic sanity and spiritual resolve in these most troubled and troubling of times.
These are nights in which love letters to life are written and read aloud. There’s some boldness in them. They have that tone. These nights have the mark of our time upon them, and they’re timely, urgent, alert, steeped in mortal mystery. They’re quixotic. They have swagger. What would you call such a thing? We call them Nights of Grief & Mystery.
Part poetry, part lamentation, part book reading, part ribaldry, part concert, part lifting the mortal veil and learning the mysteries there...that’s what’s in store.
Concerts for Turbulent Times they surely are. We aren’t poets – we wouldn’t claim that – but the evenings are poetic. They are musical and grave and raucous and stilling, which probably means they are theatrical. They are ceremonial, you could say. They are nights devoted to the ragged mysteries of being human, and so grief and endings of all kinds appear.
The tour is served by the reckless labours of local friends and accomplices who fashion genuine gigs in their home towns from their dreams for a better day, their labours amounting to a love letter of their own that they are writing to their towns or cities, an act of citizenship of the most profound and responsible kind.
That dark road thing? That image is more than an image. That is what we do. That is our devotional act.
Check out the trailer here
Friends are forged on the dark road heading out of town. And so we head there again, sojourning across the continent in the name of psychic sanity and spiritual resolve in these most troubled and troubling of times.
These are nights in which love letters to life are written and read aloud. There’s some boldness in them. They have that tone. These nights have the mark of our time upon them, and they’re timely, urgent, alert, steeped in mortal mystery. They’re quixotic. They have swagger. What would you call such a thing? We call them Nights of Grief & Mystery.
Part poetry, part lamentation, part book reading, part ribaldry, part concert, part lifting the mortal veil and learning the mysteries there...that’s what’s in store.
Concerts for Turbulent Times they surely are. We aren’t poets – we wouldn’t claim that – but the evenings are poetic. They are musical and grave and raucous and stilling, which probably means they are theatrical. They are ceremonial, you could say. They are nights devoted to the ragged mysteries of being human, and so grief and endings of all kinds appear.
The tour is served by the reckless labours of local friends and accomplices who fashion genuine gigs in their home towns from their dreams for a better day, their labours amounting to a love letter of their own that they are writing to their towns or cities, an act of citizenship of the most profound and responsible kind.
That dark road thing? That image is more than an image. That is what we do. That is our devotional act.