One Friday last month, I was commissioned to board a double-decker tour bus draped in pink mylar carrying four marching bands in pajamas and distributing a thousand yellow balloons throughout Manhattan. This surreal voyage was called The Rally for Dreams, a performance art piece by Chili Moon Town. The Rally for Dreams was like a gust of colorful wind breathing life back into a city where dreams are all but forgotten. The bands played loud and cacophonous and a operatic soprano sang us all to sleep. If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I would have believed it was all a dream.
