The band’s set up right there, front and center and I see the performers meandering around on the stage checking stuff. They walk back and forth, sit down in a chair, lean on the wall together exchanging meaningful looks, bending in for a snippet of conversation or spontaneously grab each other in a full body hug.

This post regards FRÉDÉRICK GRAVEL / GROUPED’ARTGRAVELARTGROUP. I spell this in all capital letters because I honestly think it deserves capital letters. 

In the program: The performers are meant to “persist enormously/to have fun/intelligently.”

The show opens, they’re at the front while I’m hugging my friends, and they gaze at the audience with the intensity of, well, not the intensity of a thousand suns, but perhaps of summer days.