1991, Summer, Huntington Garage Fire
Cellist Leila Bordreuil infuses walls of noise with a sense of deep melancholia
I took a brief glance to the side. The middle-aged woman in the seat next to me was plugging her ears with her fingers, her face contorted in a mix of horror and disgust.
On stage, Leila Bordreuil had been coaxing devilish screeching tones from her cello for 20 minutes. After a slow decrescendo, she had gone back to harsh noise attacks nearing the end of…
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