Yvonne Meier's "Stolen"

Stolen opens in the dark with several regular blasts of super-amplified vocal noise from the commanding Sudanese soul singer Alsarah, a bracing sonic environment, and you sit there, helplessly counting the onrushing blasts, praying that the last you've heard will be the last indeed, not knowing, of course, that you've innocently wandered into a savage expanse of space and there's no escaping the plump, fertile, wacky and uncensorable mind of Yvonne Meier, the dancer-choreographer dressed in a t-shirt perhaps honoring one notoriously irritable, mayor-biting groundhog and accompanied by the always-game and valiant madman, dancer-in-extremis Arturo Vidich and the considerably calmer, more efficient Aki Sasamoto, all in a Kathy Kaufmann-illuminated terrain pelted from above by a load of insulting shoes.

Meier. Gotta love 'er.

Time cost is only 45 minutes. You can do this. Danspace Project tonight and tomorrow at 8:30pm.