The pre-release buzz said Pontchartrain was going to be something special, Vienna’s most ambitious work to date. Eerie and haunting. The snippet I heard on the six-minute video provided some tantalizing hints. Then, last Friday, I finally heard it in its entirety. Even with the pre-release buildup, I was totally unprepared.
How to describe it? I don’t know. Brilliant. Harshly beautiful. Emotionally draining. More of a tone poem than a song. Billie Holliday’s Strange Fruit. John Tavener’s Alleluia. Picasso’s Guernica, Abel Gance’s J’Accuse …
I vaguely remember Vienna telling an interviewer she would someday like to try her hand at film scoring. Pontchartrain gives a strong suggestion of what she could do with a film score.
Such powerful imagery in the lyrics. I’m probably way off base here – wouldn’t be the first time – but I can imagine this as a quite different sort of music video. Vienna sitting at a piano on an empty stage. Dissolve to and from news footage of Katrina. I’m willing to bet Bigboy could do a world-class job of editing it all together.
Apologies to Dave Eggers … Pontchartrain truly is "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius."
