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Steve Reich - Music for 18 Musicians

Music for 18 Musicians by Steve Reich
Used with Permission by Hendon Music: An Imagem Company

February 5, 2011 - Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago
Performance Produced by eighth blackbird
Filmed by Dan Nichols, Nichols Media

eighth blackbird
Tim Munro, flutes (piano and marimba for this performance)
Michael J. Maccaferri, clarinets
Matt Albert, violin
Nicholas Photinos, cello
Matthew Duvall, percussion
Lisa Kaplan, piano

Third Coast Percussion
Owen Clayton Condon, percussion
Robert Dillon, percussion
Peter Martin, percussion
David Skidmore, percussion

Meehan/Perkins Duo
Todd Meehan, percussion
Doug Perkins, percussion

Guest Artists
Sunshine Simmons, clarinets
Adam Marks, piano
Amy Briggs, piano
Amy Conn, soprano
Kirsten Hedegaard, soprano
Susan Nelson, soprano
Nina Heebinck, mezzo soprano

This performance was made possible through the generous support of 
The Elizabeth F. Cheney Foundation
Prince Charitable Trusts
The Illinois Arts Council
The City of Chicago Department of Cultural Affairs

And Brutus is an honourable man.

To mark the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death, we asked leading actors to perform key speeches from his plays. Here, Damian Lewis performs Antony’s lines from act III, scene 2 of Julius Caesar. Antony has been granted permission to speak at Caesar’s funeral so long as he does not implicate the conspirators in his death, but he skilfully turns the crowd against them

ANOHNI - Hopelessness

How did I become
the mother of this son?
The face and mind
and hands of virulence?

I, who curled in cave and moss
I, who gathered wood for fire
and tenderly embraced
How did I become a virus?

Hopelessness
I feel the hopelessness

I don’t care about me
I feel the animals and the trees
They got nowhere to go

I don’t care much about you
I don’t give a shit what happens to you
Now we blew it all away

Hopelessness
I feel the hopelessness

How did I become a virus?

I’ve been taking more than I deserve
Leaving nothing in reserve
Digging till the bank runs dry
I’ve been living a lie