The ‘Turfed’ Experience
In a bid to break my habitual cycle and do something other than sleep, work, sleep, eat, repeat, I decided to see the show with an open mind, with only the dual interpretations of the show’s title; being turfed out onto the streets and football pitch turfs guiding my thoughts about what the evening would be about.
With this in mind, a line said within the first five minutes really resonated with me during the performance and for a long time after, in that it sort of brought a tear to my eye. I’m paraphrasing but throwing someone out of their home only teaches them not to need home anymore. You’re not teaching them the lesson you think they’ll learn. This introduced the most pertinent theme, for me, about something of a sacrifice of; relationships, familiar surroundings and even, self.
The rest of the performance felt like a blur of music, dance, passion, beginnings and endings. Of being unified by the all-encompassing feeling of spirit, change and difference, in a way that left me stunned and most importantly, excited.
We started, uneasy strangers in a dark and dim room, sharply focusing and unfocusing on the set spread out around and between us and ended with a reverent sense of togetherness, looking at the ‘stars’, after being choreographed into this story and unable and unwilling to disregard the importance of ‘Turfed’.