This rock opera give us reassurance that the seemingly randomness of hand claps and the rock tango tabla beats we step to will one day come together as a gold-plated ruebix cube  proudly displayed on the mantle.  Describing the premise of this saga can sound a bit like a graduate thesis so put your fingers in your ears and hum Get Low while I lift this:

Video Musics is a twenty-minute multimedia video opera based on Hungarian mythology and folk tales consisting of six individual songs/videos that offer their own compact narrative interlocking to form a whole.

O.K, you can take your fingers out of your ears now but continue humming while watching Pee Wee’s big adventure as it blends into the big pink sunset filled windows of the hallucinatory kaleidoscope that is your mind. Notice the cultural theory book laying open and trace the kool aid and gin soaked line: “The journey towards heroism is a process.” Let go of all that esoterical self-analytics and sink into the sonic realm of Rock Waves, the beginning track-gentle wailing guitar reverberating over a low-fi beat. Old school Yamaha keyboards washing up against a slow moving train. There is a fantastical M.C. narrating the descent into the day glow world of speaking liophants and wolf headed princesses collaged with crayon drawings, video stills, and animated color blocks. “Clement Mason,” is the syncopated anchor to these fast talking arias hammering in a heavy base line with a blood leaking stone castle as satisfyingly gory as any unedited Grimm’s fairy tale.  It’s time to get down to business and figure out what this mission is really about, so don’t get to placated by logistics and regal trumpets, because “Sock Hop” is going to scatter into a thousands gravitational pulls. It may seem like a good idea to start singing along to the freaky lullaby about your head separating from your body- but the register drops below the ground and words accelerate so fast your jaws feel like a stretched out rubber band with no spring. Now that we are all nice and discombobulated, along comes “Brimstone Blain”- a comical straightforward interlude with simple thick black lines, catchy phrases, and xylophone hooks. So where do we go from here? The ecstatically claymated birth of the world into the picturesque northwestern river of course. It is all set right by the beauty and mania of creation.  The melding of eastern and western United States mentalities.  As the glory of nature is celebrated (Gideon is living in the northwest presently) with the energy and candy coated pop cultured wit gleaned from a New York City heritage.

I recommend seeing this show live but the DVD can also be watched as an artier Saturday morning cartoon.