Summer means stretching weekends from Thursday to Monday — following this principle, last night The Baron and I finished off the weekend by going with some friends to a laser light show called Laserium: The Dark Side of Zeppelin — a part of the LA Film Festival. It was two laser shows back-to-back . . . a bunch of Zeppelin songs and then the whole Dark Side of the Moon album, all staged with incredible colorful bursts of laser light both projected on a sheer screen and shot out in beams over the heads of the audience.
I loved it. Especially the shifting light-glazes, the almost liquid fields of light overlapping each other with lighter and darker densities of color — those were my favorite, and The Baron’s too. On the cheesier side: a red gallows for “Gallows Pole” and a yellow galloping horse. Very 70’s. Another big highlight of the evening was when The Baron got antsy, went to get a soda, and brought me back a Häagen-Dazs bar. Is it any wonder I adore this man? And what does it say about me that ice cream and dark chocolate coating get me so excited?
The audience was cool too, reminding me how much fun a live event in front of an energetic crowd can be. Highlights included the guy in his 50’s with what looked like the new wife and his daughter, a girl about 10 years old. Dad and his plus-one were rocking out, singing and head-banging and doing some fantastic air-drums. The poor kid was freaked out by the loud music, the lights, and (most likely) the trauma of seeing her dad act like a skater punk. There was also a group of guys, I’d say mid-30’s, who spent most of the night drinking several bottles of wine (“dude, I got extra bottles ’cause the line was long and no way I’m waiting in line again!”) and asking the people around them for a lighter. Apparently the fact that no one smokes in LA anymore is a reason to be bummed. Once the dudes achieved sufficient lubrication, they were all about the cheering and broke into a near-riot every time the music swelled and the lasers blared. It was exactly the right tone for the evening.
But here’s my question: early on, the “laserist” running the light-show worked with undulating bands, like hourglasses stacked on top of each other and shot through with horizontal ribs of repeating color patterns. Really beautiful, rich color combinations, many of them totally unexpected: yellows, purples, blues, deeply saturated color and light pastels. So is it wrong that all I could think about was knitted socks? Self-striping sock yarn? If I ever do take up dyeing, I’ll think back on last night as inspiration and cook up some “laserium” socks.