LA NUIT DES ODYSSÉES – FESTIVAL D’AVIGNON 2019

La Nuit des Odyssées at the Festival d’Avignon 2019.

July 21, 22 and 23, 2019 – Chartreuse de Villeneuve-Lez-Avignon.

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“What does the Mediterranean mean to me? I saw myself in the face of the elements: the sea, the sun, the wind, the storm. I realized how these places that inspired me with such intensity were never silent. The idea of a soundtrack was born. Alone on stage, cellist Sonia Wieder-Atherton enters into a battle with the elements: a deluge has sprung up around her… La Nuit des odyssées marks a new way of inventing the stage, combining classical and traditional music, and a soundtrack populated by voices born of numerous encounters with groups of women, high-school students, individuals in exile or artists. In an ingenious device, the audience is invited to a moving sound experience where the sounds of the world are manifold. Bach is heard in the midst of engine sounds, the waves of the Mediterranean crash against the stage, and the spectator is swept up in adventures that paint a portrait of humanity on a journey, turning every person into an Ulysses in search of wonders or the simple desire to return to their own.

The Odyssey begins.

Alone with my cello, I confront a soundtrack:

To the earth, to the murmur of crowds, to the breath, to the waves, to the storm,

to the chaos, to the sirens of the boats.

In a dreamlike time of thirteen adventures, I play.

From traditional Egyptian, Syrian and Berber songs to Bach and Prokofiev.

Then I felt like leaving. With it, the odyssey. Going out to meet people, as if to bring together scattered words.

I wanted events hidden somewhere in the memory, dreams awake or asleep,

sensations or emotions, spoken or sung, meet my cello and become part of the soundtrack.

So I could come back.

Photos © RBG and © Christophe Raynaud de Lage

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