Here we were. Doing what it is we weren’t sure we’d get to do. In a maze of rooms with a myriad of meanings where poetic metaphors met with headphones and party-shop props with performance art. Confused? A normal state of REMIX mind, so don’t worry. Welcome to the family.
Saturday 8 May 2010. A date that back in January had seemed as far away as the possibility of me becoming a non-drinker. Both became a reality scarily quickly.
With three epic performances in one night and four great rooms of REMIX-themed fun we took over BAC with grace, class and just a touch of insanity. From our spandangled rope-light REMIX sign to our multi-coloured sellotape directions, you couldn’t miss us.
Tickets had long-since sold out and we were proud as peacocks as audience members emerged amazed from Gabriella Schmidt’s Dance Room; laughing and transformed from Lewis Smith’s Fashion Room; how they seemed in awe of Mike Chalmers‘ Photography Room and nodded their heads happily in Dom James’ Music Room.
The Theatre Room – product of Natalie Ibu’s sooperdooper directing, Lisa McFarlane’s non-stop production prowess, my findthebloodyrhymeifitkillsya writing and the colossal genius of the actors, as well as all the creative team – went well.
The audience laughed in the right places thanks to energetic, charismatic performances and clever direction. They clapped at the end. Which I took as a good sign.
The question that Ms Ibu’s ambitious (i.e. chicken oriental) but completely wonderful and inspiring REMIX had set out to answer – ‘why do we choose the forms we do to tell the stories we tell?’ had, for me, been answered. I tell my stories in poems because poetry is beautiful and lonely and is bound to nobody, it relies on nobody but itself. But after hearing my poem remixed into Drum n Bass by Dom James, I wouldn’t mind a few more of mine relying on a rave-up every now and again.
Sabrina Mahfouz: REMIX Writer
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