Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Forklift Danceworks: the Trash Project


It was almost as if they planned this event for me. On Sunday night, we attended the final performance of the Trash Project.

The photo above was taken at the 2009 performance. We were not lucky enough for clouds. We had the brightest sunshiniest day with temperatures of 110. The heat did not keep me from running up and down and up and down and up and down the tarmac during the hour+ we waited for the show.

Also from the 2009 performance comes this review:

Clad in neon yellow safety wear, the sanitation workers did what they do best: roll and load plastic trash carts, jump gazelle-like on and off the back of a rapidly moving trucks and drive with precision in carefully choreographed patterns.

With incredible respect, Orr translated everyday physical labor into cleverly patterned movement without a hint of unnecessary spectacle.

Like the most graceful of ballerinas on pointe shoes, a crane truck operated by Don Anderson glided through nimble moves, its mechanical claw slowly extending and retracting as it spun in near perfect unison with delicate piano music played by Austin composer Graham Reynolds.

At three separate intervals, the dead animal truck wove solo across the stage area as tender music and voiceover comments by driver Tony Dudley told anecdotes of his job such as retrieving deceased beloved childhood pets. After driving in complex patterns, a quartet of trucks with automated arms rollicked through some synchronized moves.

Reynolds, using a combination of pre-recorded music with some synthesized sound and a live piano trio, gave “The Trash Project” an inventive soundtrack that was at times joyously funky and at times touchingly melodic.

A cinematic musical flourish greeted the beginning as the 16 vehicles snaked in front of the audience. A segment of celebratory rap exalted recycling. And sweeper truck driver and professional musician Orange Jefferson treated with a blues harmonica solo.

Our daily labors often make the most meaningful art.

Basically, it was garbage trucks doing ballet.

About the music: you should have seen my dance moves. I was visiting with an usher when the trucks first rolled in and, after standing slack-jawed in complete disbelief, he and I danced and danced and danced.

Say a friendly hello to your garbage collectors next time they empty your bins!


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