When I ran into the Chan Centre, after mistakenly pouring the remnants of my chai latte on my shoe, I noticed that the room was alive and pulsating. Trap music blared unapologetically through the speakers — Migos, Drake, artists that appropriated Migos and Drake. Was it just after midday at the Centre for the Performing Arts or first week at the frats?
It was at this moment that I realized that just like everything else in this performance, it was intentionally setting the stage for the harrowing performance I was about to see. The dark lighting became context just as much as the stream of tweets that appeared on the large LED screen that sat in the centre of the room. Read More