Sunday night

I've been having a Sunday night youtube binge on DV8 and Pina Bausch, and this video, in particular, absorbed me.

We're quite preoccupied with worrying, in live arts, about the inability of documentary forms to accurately represent the live experience, as I've discussed before, but the reason why this is so mesmerising is precisely because the film footage is so poor. I'm sure if, at the time, better film equipment had been available, it would have been used: but somehow this has given me a much stronger feeling that I was there. Because it is fuzzy around the edges, like many memories I have of shows I've seen and loved.

And I love it a little bit too because it makes me feel like I'm watching something I'm not supposed to...