In Hanover, be. Under the stars sit. In the yard, in addition to chestnut, at small round tables. Close your eyes. Behind the theatre is in an artificial coma. To the left and to the right on the Branches the pigeons COO. To want to be “In an insane world, be reasonable, is madness itself” – as a quote from Voltaire’s “Candide” made – on a basement door. A madness that is just for all of us. But for some, just a little bit more. For example, for the actors and Actresses of the new ensemble at the Hanover theatre. They were just moved to the city, as the Lockdown came, and the new artistic Director Sonja had to Different their first season break.
Since mid-March, they sat in their apartments, and sent digital smoke signals. Since the 11. June play again – “at a distance, and passion against the Corona-pandemic” as it is called in the announcement of your hand-fast-air-program – “The Wow must go on”, curated free. You play in front of about seventy visitors, and before the baking stone facade in the beautiful courtyard of the theatre – “Ulrich Khuon courtyard” is the name of the somewhat silly way. The Name of the President of the theater Association leaders gives the place some high official, sends out, in any case, the promise that here, really everything, all hygiene rules and regulations are complied with.
the sound of massaging eardrum
this evening to the sound of the stars. The sound designer Malte Lahrmann presented an impressive Collage of audible-made space observations, he has found in the digital accessible audio archive of the Nasa and musically to each other in a swinging relationship. A young scientist from the local Max-Planck-Institute for gravitational physics explains in a kind of Lecture Performance, what you hear, or “what is the sound our eardrum massaged”: for example, the set magnetic field of a comet or the vibration noise of the sun, the radio waves of Saturn, or the sound of two colliding neutron stars. If billions of miles away somewhere a star explodes, you heard here on earth as the acoustic Translation is only a faint “plop” – a bit of this sounds as if a bottle of Flensburger Pils is opened. The Hollywood films, well-known massive explosion sounds correspond to the cosmic sound and the reality is far, Far away from.
