This week Majlis takes a hiatus from the Figure of Speech series to make room for our fun little fundraising project, re: roof.
On Saturday night, our very own lady of Majlis, to great anticipation, took the stage.
Mild-mannered Tricia Postle exposed her inner femme fatale, flaunting a voice both profoundly delicate and immediately powerful, boasting remarkably mixed and stunning soprano tones.
The evening’s set list included songs composed with an acute obsession with troubadour lyric poetry, which Tricia spread like hot butter over one-of-a-kind instrumentals.
Greg Lauzon’s eclectic collection of home-made percussion instruments added a fantastic movement to each piece.
Fabulously choreographed, dynamic and gripping, dance ensembles by Gauri Vanarase theatrically portrayed two heartfelt narratives. One of these narratives opened with a poem composed by her mother and written in her cradle tongue.
Above all, in its ritualism, grandiosity and sensationalism, Saturday evening’s performance was bursting with a delectable pagan beauty.
The show concluded serendipitously with lightning and lusty rain. Tricia Postle established herself as worthy of the plethora of approaching innocent boyish crushes as her yet-untitled-band begins public appearances. In the meantime, Majlis is one hurdy-gurdy closer to a spiffy new roof.
Above all, in its ritualism, grandiosity and sensationalism, Saturday evening’s performance was bursting with a delectable pagan beauty.
The show concluded serendipitously with lightning and lusty rain. Tricia Postle established herself as worthy of the plethora of approaching innocent boyish crushes as her yet-untitled-band begins public appearances. In the meantime, Majlis is one hurdy-gurdy closer to a spiffy new roof.
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