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SF Weekly Everything Is Illuminated
By Frances Reade
OK, so a lot of us don't really like hippies. The problem, though, is that every now and then they're right. Health food, yoga, and even the Grateful Dead have survived years of derision only to become acceptable pleasures within the clearheaded, cynical straight world. Recalling the humble pie we've all occasionally eaten with respect to this easily maligned subculture, I ask you to tune in, turn on, and reconsider ... the light show. Judging from those laser spectacles soundtracked with Pink Floyd and the irritating predominance of glow sticks, it might seem wise to avoid any nexus between illumination and, like, illumination, man, but there's where you're wrong, because the performance art of Luma is rad. Created by a man named Marlin who claims to have been "birthed on a live volcano next to a glowing lava flow," the show transpires onstage, conducted by acrobats, contortionists, and other circus types bearing, wearing, and wielding all manner of high-tech light-emitting devices. If you've sanded away your sense of wonderment, stay home, but if you still get a metaphysical kick out of fireflies, the northern lights, shooting stars, and screen savers, you're encouraged to attend. |
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