‘I’m going to do a few songs today. In about 30 minutes, we’re going to crown a new king. And then, I’m going to fly.’
We’re obsessed with seeing ourselves from above. We display aerial photos of our homes, we gather in our masses to watch men fly, and, every couple of hundred years, we crown a king.
This is a fresh and playful trad gig for voice and vocoder. It picks apart our shared history with the sky: the years when it remained untouched, those first ventures into it, and now, our endless climbing: up, and up, and up.