Frenesim + Ana Madureira & Vahan Kerovpyan

We can’t sing at the table?! Who invented this fable? Such a wonderful object — this elevated floor, its corners are four, this wall on its side where an insect can hide, what a very strange thing, to say that there we can’t sing! Where else would you rather than this place where we gather? What if a song helped us digest our meal? What if it affected how we feel? Right from the starters, may we be excused: the rules must be changed since they’re old and they’re used, we’ll turn them upside down and invite you along to leave the table only when we’ve finished the song. Come share a drink with a mouth that can think, and since dreaming can’t hurt, we’ll imagine dessert.
A concert sung at the four corners of a table. — Frenesim + Ana Madureira & Vahan Kerovpyan