Austria / USA, 1975, experimental big band / third stream
Do you ever feel like you’re the calm center of a maelstrom whipping around you, tearing everything except you apart? You’re not the cause of the storm; you’re not its effect. You just happened to have been in the exact spot where the tempest formed, and it was either ride the roil or become its victim.
Have you ever imagined you could reach through a mirror and touch its other side, to interact with all that is backwards, inverted, and topsy-turvy, where your waltzing shadow is afraid of you? Everything there knows you’re not supposed to be on the other side of the looking glass, so a fresh gale arises—this time a storm of shades—to blow you back.