afterhours

a musical for the end of times

"...over and over and over, we die in paradise, and from our ashes gardens grow, we bloom forever in the ruins, the wasted lands, the songs of dinosaurs, the breaks of the heart , the shifting worlds--- as bloody rivers, as innocents stardust."

Moss punks Helene Ridderberg, Ursula Marcussen, Ascan Delarber Oizys & Momus La Uyi Ihasee, Ciro Monoarfa Goudsmit Chicken spirit Yujing Liu, Thalia Livingstone Time travelers Paca faraus, Matthieu La Brossard, Sasu Korom, Rafael Reinata Ferreira, Reyer van Barneveld, Anllel Tanus, Rosa van den Idsert Music Liberty Snake (Ascan Delarber) Artistic Advising Katerina Bakatsaki Mentor Joy Mariama Smith Light & Sound Roan Lo-a-Njoe, Geert Oddens Photography Nellie de Boer Choreography & video Agnė Auželytė

Thanks to Tom O'Doherty for musical inspirations and Maryam Babur for a heartfelt dedication to the metaphysics

Presented at Danstheater, Amsterdam Academy of Theater and Dance

PARADISE | SNDO 2022

CREDITS

Predictions of doomsday are as old as time across cosmologies but with the capitalism driven acceleration in our societies, it feels like the end of the world is closer than it's ever been. We are watching apocalypse live streamed on our news channels every day. But have people always felt like they are living the worst times and more importantly have we actually reached the end? What if the world is ending continuously in from of our eyes? What if we released the prophecy fantasy of the end of the world and or are we still waiting to be saved?

They say worst and best ideas come in the afterhours.

I say,

"afterhours: a musical for the end of times" is an experimental performance in three parts in an intersection between dramatic theater, dance and a concert.

Drawing inspiration from the techniques of Butoh and body weather, 90s rrriot girl punkrock, Beckett plays and ancient greek mythology, an eclectic landscape emerges exploring the themes of waiting and aftermath. At the end of a rock concert for the broken hearts by the moss punks, Oizys and Momus, the guardians of depression and mockery, sit around in a plastic floating garden. Waiting for the flood. Talking about god. Until memories start leaking. Drones are flying overhead. It is always dead silent in the eye of the storm. Door opens. Ghosts enter. Walls start to shift. Are we still here? How many times will be die over? How long is the after after after?

This work is created while taking a philosophy course with Maryam Babur at SNDO and is in an undercurrent dramaturgical dialogue with the reader curated by Maryam "Re-Imagining our World(s) & Time(s)"; thinking through diffractions, non-linear time and quantum entanglements.