“Twelve strikes. Midnight and I’m awake. Howling like a wolf. The gleaming moon bangs my face. The swansong of a wave. On my body, forlorn. Twelve strikes and I am done.” Minuit Soleil, Rebecca Balestra
Wearing white gloves and flooding a champagne pyramid or lying on a Steinway in a sparkling dress, Rebecca Balestra recites her poetry, backed by Gregory Regis on the piano. The poetry slams in Piano-bar seek truths through the simplest paths and tell stories of divorced parents addicted to porn, women with perpetual hangovers or men who cry when midnight comes.