Ow. My Head.

Since we were in the neighbourhood this evening, we stopped by a piece of art that will only be on display until tomorrow. This installation is unique in that one end of it is in London, while the other end is in New York! The Telectroscope's premise is that it's a tunnel running under the Atlantic Ocean

that enables Londoners and New Yorkers to see each other. Here are some people waving to their counterparts standing in a part of the world where it's five hours earlier in the day:

We walked along the Thames to Tate Modern for tonight's event, Unprojectable: Projection and Perspective, a free musical performance in the Turbine Hall. I didn't know anything about the artist, and all I knew about the event itself was what was written in the brief online blurb--"sonic and visual feast" sounded good to me! Indeed, the shadows the performers cast over the enormous space made for quite the sight,

but the sonic side of the performance wasn't a feast--it was more like a case of severe food poisoning. All I can say is that you should be REALLY happy you can't hear what was going on in these photos!

Grating. Akin to an orchestra of amplified dentists' drills with fingernails on chalkboards screeching solos while jackhammers took up the percussion--all at an insane volume that seemed a recipe for permanent hearing loss. As soon as it started, we jammed our fingers in our ears and hoped it would end. Surely this was just some sort of shocking intro meant to jar the audience before the less assaulting portion started? Alas, no.

After about fifteen minutes, and with no respite in earshot, we joined the exodus of people streaming from the Turbine Hall--so many people were leaving that it looked like a fire drill in progress. I've never been so happy to leave Tate Modern.

The evening wasn't a total loss though, since our late-night stroll across Millennium Bridge was picture-perfect. And quiet!