When I try to realize a song, I watch a lot of different videos of it. Mildly obsessed with the Sephardic repertoire, I am watching many different videos of the culinary song Siete modos de guisar las berenjenas (“Seven ways to cook an eggplant") with such delightful lyrics as “The second one to make it (the eggplant)/ is the wife of the Shamma she hollows it and fills it with herbs, and lots of rice they call this meal: a dish of dolma.”
Lovely essay. The city I lived in sewed hundreds and hundreds of masks for a nearby hospital, for the doctors (they were low on N95s and would wear the fabric over the N95s so the respirators would last longer). It was very moving to see groups of people sacrifice for the good of all. I agree it wasn't hygiene theater, even though some efforts were not effective. What is theater, performance, emotion, fantasy is post-pandemic false narratives about mitigation--"anti-hygiene theater."
Lovely essay. The city I lived in sewed hundreds and hundreds of masks for a nearby hospital, for the doctors (they were low on N95s and would wear the fabric over the N95s so the respirators would last longer). It was very moving to see groups of people sacrifice for the good of all. I agree it wasn't hygiene theater, even though some efforts were not effective. What is theater, performance, emotion, fantasy is post-pandemic false narratives about mitigation--"anti-hygiene theater."
Great song! I recall how many excellent performances could be watched online - British theaters, the Metropolitan...