Cecile Lartigau

Not your sort of thing! Those who dare to attend this laboratory concert will need a radiation protection suit! It's only thanks to the thick walls of St. Josef's that the public safety department in Moers granted a permit for this audacious experiment in the first place – the danger of being monophonically contaminated by Martenot waves was too great, apparently. DWEEEEEEEEEEZZE! Now immune to the ondes Martenot (as a student in a sound laboratory, she was once virtually squeezed by dangerous etherophonic waves and the strong electro-magnetic field of a Terpsiton simultaneously – ARGH! – and was then, after being unconscious for days, immune to any and all types of sound waves for inexplicable reasons), Cecile Lartigau attempts, using portamenti, glissandi and musical dream leaps* – HOPPITYHOP! –to make direct contact with the messiah. If that doesn't work, then at least with Messiaen. You see, she has a direct line (of wire) and matching gong loudspeakers and electronic filters in her luggage. "I'll let it be, I'll let it be." says the now nearly one-hundred-year-old son of the former administrative director to the miner's guild cattycorner at Kastellplatz – before heading over towards St. Josef's after all, in somnambulistic fashion…

* The ability to project oneself into people's dreams and manipulate them.