Live: Antony And The Johnsons Light Up Radio City
Antony & The Johnsons: Swanlights
Benjamin Lozovsky
Radio City Music Hall
Thursday, January 26
Better than: Weeping alone.
The line of people and umbrellas wrapped around Radio City, a noisy, quivering mass of top-flight fashion, boldfaced names, and irritation at the wind and rain and forced wait. Swanlights, the MoMA-commissioned retrospective of the work of Antony and the Johnsons, had sold out the music hall, and the number of people picking up their tickets on the way in was unusually high, according to an usher.
Outside might have been chaos, but inside the mood was the exact opposite; Antony, draped in a white gown and standing in the middle of Radio City's stage, was the only person uttering anything for most of the evening, his voice soaring and fluttering in concert with the 60-piece orchestra accompanying him. Lasers flashed and projected themselves onto the hall's magnificent ceiling and the jaggedly grand sculpture above him as he sang, simply, beautifully, achingly, of love and death, light and dark.



























