My late grannie had a Singer sewing machine and I remember learning to sew on what I have always thought of as a truly beautiful piece of engineering: it was, however, unceremoniously dumped in the skip without a second thought sometime after my grannie's death. Little did I know then that, although originating from America, the largest Singer factory was in Glasgow - the place I now call home - and that one day I would come to see a whole different side to the humble Singer.
I always wondered what happens to discarded Singers, carelessly abandoned, wistfully forgotten; recently I found out - they find a home at the Sharmanka Kinetic Theatre @ Trongate 103!
"What has been is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done
and there is nothing new under the sun."
Ecclesiastes 1: 9 (NIV)
Ecclesiastes 1: 9 (NIV)
The Sharmanka Kinetic Theatre, featuring the work of Eduard Bersudsky, is a hidden gem of a place. Not knowing what to expect, I took D on our "date night". The lights went down, the dream-like scene was theatrically lit and there in front of me were the "Wheels of Life", the "Tower of Babel" and "The Clock of Life". I sat in awe as the music started far back in the corner, coming from a little (hidden to my eyes) barrel organ, hurdy gurdy or Sharmanka. I now know that this was rather apt as in Russia the Sharmanka is associated with the repeating circle of life - as sure as the sun will rise, it will set; the sun was rising on this feast for the eyes, ears and soul and I was mesmerised from start to finish.
I can not go into detail for there was too much going on to see everything: the kinemats would come to life and something would catch my eye for a moment or two before I would be distracted; then I would flit to some other turning, moving, chiming object; and then become absorbed in the music of a Russian Troika or a piece composed by Brian Irvine.
The show was mesmerising and magical and eccentric but equally so - if not more so perhaps - weird, grotesque, haunting, kooky and even kinky, too. It has to be experienced to be, well experienced! Trust me... and get yourself a ticket...
So where did all the Singers go? They were incorporated in to the mechanics of these amazing - and alive - pieces of art and engineering. I have never seen such a choir of Singers under one roof and I will remember - always - my grannie's Singer in a new and very different light.