PERPLEX

PERPLEX

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Perplex is a new creature, whose compositions are as tactile as they are sonic. A play of fabric, notes, rhythms, light and words form a Spectacular Concert or is it a ballet? Is it sculpture? What impels a form in space to move and even sing and dance?

Biography

When Perplex writes a song she starts by creating the costume she will wear for that song. Flat and folded fabric remnants take form compelling the body to move with the unique rhythm and gesture that inspires the composition of music to partner it. The lyrics testify to a vigorous effort to survive in this absurd age where even the content of a tomatoe must be regarded with suspicion. Each sculptural piece alternates with video projections accompanied by musical improvisation. Sound like weird performance art? We just call it a spectacular concert, complete with catchy refrains and delicious grooves, pleasing the ears and the eyes a like.

Lyrics

Dry Clean

Written By: Perplex

DRY CLEAN
How do you feel in your dry clean dress?
Invite your freinds to tea at four o’clock sharp.
A business woman’s very busy.
Tell me how do you keep so smart and fresh?
Poetry and pleasantry
You know the art of avoiding me
Telephone
Excuse me
Hello
Bla bla bla bla bla
bla bla bla
Keep the conversation floating.
Lets not disagree
Or you’ll go to your room and shut the door.

Dry clean
So dry and clean
So clean and dry

Why try to find a solution
if you haven’t got a problem?
The doorman will always be there
to hold out an umbrella in the rain.
Strange old freind
float a little longer in a big bubble.
Will it pop?
Never
trouble your clear complexion
rumple your fine clothes

Dry clean
So dry and clean
So clean and dry

Fauteuil

Written By: Perplex

FAUTEUIL
J’ai un fauteuil, tres comfortable
Dans mon fauteuil je m’endors
Mais dans la nuit la chaleur me reveille
Je bouge un peut
Et dans la première lumière
Il y a quelque chose qui me pique

Dans mon fauteuil je trouve une boucle d’oreille
Dans mon fauteuil
C’est a qui alors?
Earring in my armchair
Wonder how it got there?

Mamma

Written By: Perplex

MAMMA
Am I really a Mamma?
I’m in the motherland
Whoops I stepped over the border
Got to get it together
got to get my head around this
oh how do you do?
So pleased to meet you.
I think we’re going to get along just fine
Let me introduce the Mamma in me
Am I ready to meet the Mamma in me?
Am I really a Mamma
So many ways to screw up a child
All those mistakes that parents make
It’s the parents fault, it’s the Mamma’s fault
Every nastY person
has a parent who did something wrong
Cuckoo are you there?
The mother’s intuition
The motherly love taking position
in this new composition of me.
Am I really a Mamma
You are a stranger my dear.
You come from a strange place
And you don’t want us to colonise your space.
Oh my darling little stranger
Tell me where you come from tell me who you are
Or run off and leave me
You’re not mine my lovey
You just borrowed my belley
Run along now

Set List

The show normally lasts an hour and twenty minutes without interuption.
Song List:
Turn Me Over
Where Video
Over Coat
Where are we?
Jam
Dry Clean
Dry City Video
Ce Que Tu As
Mamma Slide Show
Mamma
Empty Age
Wearing Wilderness
Fauteuil

All the material is original compositions.