By DANI KATZ
3D Holographic Luminescent Sonic Immersion
show at the Laserium
I'm moving to the Valley.
Not really, but the thought did cross my mind during a recent Thursday night
when some patchouli-scented Topanga friends and I piled into my
vegetable-oil-powered Benz for an impromptu excursion deep into the Valley.
Past Oxnard, past Magnolia, past Victory, deeper and deeper we went until we reached the Crown Jewel of the otherwise dusty and graffiti-stained cultural outpost that is Van Nuys the Laserium.
Whats this show were going to, again? one of the guys in the backseat
asked while blowing a cloud of smoke through the sunroof.
Its a 3-D Holographic Luminescent Sonic Immersion combining live
acoustic-sound healing with state-of-the-art 3-D stereoscopic live visuals,
someone replied, reading from a flier.
Sounds weird, he said, coughing and giggling all at once.
Exactly! I chimed in, excited at the prospect of the impending
transformative journey into Sacred Spiritual Union, Energetic Healing and
Harmonic Retuning of [my] entire embodiment despite that it would take
place in Van Nuys.
We arrived half an hour late. The show was just starting... Onstage, a
plasma television sat high up on a ledge in front of a larger, movie screen.
Constance Demby, musician /sound healer, darted between an electric keyboard and a strange-looking contraption of her own invention: the Space Bass an interactive sculpture made of tuning sticks and metal, which she played with two resin-caked bows. Off to the side, Rik Henderson, a.k.a. VJ Euphoria, sat in front of a computer, tip-tapping the evenings visual component ....
The quality of the visuals was amazing sharp, cutting psychedelic imagery
jutting from the screen, tempting the audience to reach out and grab hold.
Surrounding Rik's visuals were a flowing ocean of 'lumia' laser effects,
created and performed by David Clark.
Twenty minutes into the show, my friend leaned in and whispered: Thats
what my DMT experience looked like. He was referring to Dimethyltriptamine
a psychedelic substance found in most grasses and in your brain. One puff
will launch you through your own death and out the other side into a world
of dancing neon Fabergé eggs.
Demby announced that Part Two would tune up our chakras. The images
appearing onscreen were amazing wild flashes of neon spinning yarns of
sacred geometry and psychedelia. The visuals merged with the sound, and wave after wave of healing vibrations saturated the darkened room.
Put your attention in your fifth chakra! Demby commanded. Fifth chakra,
the throat. All of a sudden my neck was warm and tingling, alive with
energy, pulsating in synchronicity with Dembys Space Bass, with the
swirling mandalas on the screen, and with the entire mini-mall-dotted
expanse of the San Fernando Valley.
Milling about the lobby after the show, we nibbled chocolate and
strawberries, sipped soy chai, oozed trippy warm vibes all over one
anothers sensible shoes and decided that next Saturday would find us once
again on the wrong side of the hill, inside the Laserium, tripping our heads
off to Pink Floyds Dark Side of the Moon.