An Aboriginal man stumbles down a city laneway, pursued by an ancient, malevolent force. As he runs, he can feel the creature’s eyes burning through him – but is he fleeing from the fiend itself, or from the monster he fears he might become? Brown Cab Productions
This visceral theatre piece is an adaptation of a text by Cameron Costello developed by director Margaret Harvey. I was able to perform with Kirk in the first showing of the work at Wominjeka Festival 2012. However, by the time it was re presented in 2014 I had a 20 day old baby, so the work was without ‘the elusive woman’. This audio is the pre show music and gives a sense of the show.
The use of electronic sound to convincingly portray vast natural landscapes is inspired and otherworldly when permeated with the sound of a human voice. Suzanne Sandow
Kirk Page and Anna Liebzeit, 2012
Kirk Page and Anna Liebzeit, Hunted – Creative Development Stage One presentation: Jan 2013, Footscray Community Arts Centre.
Those who’ve seen my performances over the years might be familiar with the ‘rock song’ Ice. Well, look what I found. This is the original version, an improvisation with an out of tune acoustic guitar some random fella gave me. Recorded with one mic balancing on a large wooden desk in Preston when I was in my 20’s this captures the time I was in. Bless that young one giving it a Go.
It is very common that I will have played around in the studio working on some idea I had at the time, and then just moved on. Finding old drafts shows me parts of my self I forgot were there. This would have been made some time in the last five years. Who knows?
In 1982 Flock of Seagulls released I ran (so far away). Whenever I heard the song as an adult I felt a dis-ease and could not be around it. Sounds and smells can trigger associations and these can be carried for a long time, embedded in a cellular memory, good and bad. Recently, I decided to face my fear and cover the song. Why? Well, I had a genuine sense that I would be alright. The experiment worked, the dis-ease I once felt is not there any more.
When I visit where my dad lived on Taungurung Country I sit at the river and relax. This song, an improvisation made at the river and recorded again about an hour later with a guitar, was made during a recent visit. A large ghost gum held me close to the water that day, and an eagle flew overhead. Grief is like love.