Entering the night club I see a girl hanging over the bar in a swing, dressed in gold and lights; a luxerious live chandelier. On one side of the bar-desk an enormous banana is lying. A small hole reveals a fragment of a face. A human banana? Or yet another example of inter-species identity?
HORROR KARAOKE BLUES
How to start a performance? In the minutes before her brand new performance ’Soundtrack of My Life 1’ Anahita Alebouyeh is walking casually around the space. Checking with the DJ, giving a couple of directions to her camera-person and checking her microphone. Then the 3 meter banana lying on the bar-desk is moved to the dance-floor by a couple of guys. Its kinda undramatic. All of sudden there’s a scream and Anahita has fallen over the banana. She screams and cries. Theres is blood all over her face. She get back on her feet, still crying, stumbling to the microphone, blood dripping from her face and hands.
Here she starts singing – a miserable karaoke version of Hero by Mariah Carey. Her sulky voice blends with her crying. Her voice is large and strong, but she never really find the melody or the right tones. Instead she raises her voice to a desperate howl. Its the perfect match to her bloody face. The desperation is so intense that it burns thru the fake and the fun. This is a real torch song:
There’s a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don’t have to be afraid
Of what you are
There’s an answer
If you reach into your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away
As the song ends Anahita runs screaming to the toilet.
Horror Karaoke Blues.
Performances by SIGRID FIVELSTAD, REGINE STENSETH JOSEFSEN and ANAHITA ALEBOUYEH at PERIFERIEN på KLUBB KOK pres. KLUMPETE SAUS #2, 11. december 2014, Bergen