Saturday’s concert in the old limestone quarry on Pelee Island was performed in an innovative way, with both the literary and musical artists working together mixing poetry, chamber music, and short stories. Gord Grisenthwaite collaborated with Nadine Deleury, and Chris Sacco of Detroit’s Scarab Club switch-hitting disciplines, dappling the audience, stone, and sky with their sounds. Gord’s specifically west coast imaginings, and the Scarab Club’s eclectic selections including Schubert and Gershwin felt as smooth as a summer evening could get until Sacco threw Barry Cockcroft’s “Ku Ku” at us like a Jackson Pollack painting with his soprano sax. I’ve never before heard pizzicato on brass. This was all amazing to hear while seeing Lorraine Steele’s scenic panel depicting the philosopher’s stone eclipsing the sun, in the distance complete with a Saul Williams quote transcribed on the bottom of the panel reminding us that “our music is our alchemy”. This Saturday evening it was.
The Island Spectator