I sent a text about the evening of Bedtime Stories to a friend and tried to describe what my experience had been.
It read something along the lines of “wine, words on a rooftop…and a blanket” which is what my experience was, but I’m still struggling to find the right words to really describe one of the greatest and most unusual live performance experiences I’ve had.
If it read like a bedtime story, it would start something like “On a moonlit and mild September night…” and it would describe a group of strangers being led from a stunning hundred-year-old building across the streets of Brisbane to the dimly lit rooftop of a much younger concrete building, wrapping themselves in comforting polyester and listening; to voice, sound effects and the hum of the city while being taken on the most fascinating journey of bedtime mystery adventures.
Part suspense, part sweet, part fun, part frightening; Thomas Dudkiewicz manages to sit at a desk and with just his voice and some audio technology, creates a story within a story, within a story; a melding of life, love, death and everything in between.
Let me say, I’m still trying to figure out what went on in said story, but I do know at times I had to check if it was raining or if the sound effects were playing with my ears and I’m still not sure if someone in Bowen Hills owns a noisy dog or was the barking part of Thomas’ master plan?
I’ll never know but I left feeling like I didn’t want it to end, I’m still thinking about it 24 hours later and I’d happily sit amongst the skyline and listen to it over and over again…while everyone lives happily ever after.
But do they?