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Shakespeare’s R & J by Theatre Downtown

Friday, June 4th, 2010

Roger Ebert: “It is more exciting to wonder if you are about to be kissed than it is to be kissed.”

This theory gains new credibility with the current Theatre Downtown production of Shakespeare’s R&J.  The play is a re-write of Romeo and Juliet using only four young, male actors.  Everybody knows, of course, that theatres in Shakespeare’s day always cross-dressed men to play the female parts.  But this kind of casting takes on a special relevance in 2010.  There’s no cross-dressing here – only the audience’s suspension of disbelief.  Walking into this performance carries an atmosphere of tension and excitement.  You can’t help but wonder whether the boys will kiss.  And whether the Alabama Bureau of Investigation will bust in and raid the place.

Former Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, Earl Warren: “Everything I did in my life that was worthwhile I caught hell for.”

Being an artist requires courage.  There’s a certain amount of bravery in telling your parents or friends that you want to be an actor, musician, or painter.  (Or: “Mom & Dad, I’m gay….”)  It’s bold for a company to choose an all-male Romeo and Juliet in Alabama – possibly the reddest of red states.  It takes some guts to put yourself so out there as a writer, actor, or artist.  I can only imagine the conversation: I’m going to cast you as Juliet, are you okay with that?  But how else does a guy ever get to say, “Parting is such sweet sorrow”?  Opening up and embracing vulnerability makes a person stronger.

Eugene O’Neill: “One should either be sad or joyful.  Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.”

Director J.J. Marrs asks all four actors to play multiple roles.  Each actor maybe had a “best” role.  Michael Walters is a thoughtful, but masculine Romeo.  Trevor Clay is tender and feminine as Juliet, downplays beautifully, and creates one of the best Juliet suicides I’ve seen.  Cody Royce Moore plays a particularly good Friar, but is also a contagiously energetic Mercutio.  Finally, Brett Matthew Blaylock throws himself wholeheartedly into a lot of silly laughs as Juliet’s Nurse.  The production takes full advantage of the cast’s youthful vigor, raw nerves, and undiluted energy.

Why is theater better than the movies?  Because of the real dramatic tension.  It happens right in front of you.  For example, there’s a bunch of choreographed roughhousing in this play.  At intermission, the whole front row talked about how we kept expecting an actor to land in our laps.  Or worried that one of the props would topple over.  But this isn’t a bug – it’s a feature.  Because it’s happening right in front of you, it triggers a different part of your brain.  You’re involved in a way that you can’t be when you just watch a movie.  The kissing isn’t take twenty-three, either.  And there’s always the real possibility that someone will mess up.

Thanks to Billy Ray Brewton and Theatre Downtown for the invitation.  If there are any show photographs or PR pictures in the works, let me know and I’ll put them up.

Spring Dances by Southern Danceworks

Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

As proof that art is open to interpretation, one man in the audience behind me at the Southern Danceworks performance (Spring Dances) commented at halftime how much he preferred the first piece (Quips and Cranks) to the second (Make Like a Tree).  That was just moments after I wrote down that I preferred the second to the first.

I am just one guy.  And I fully admit that I know next-to-nothing about dance.  But I am trying my best to try.  Because I recognize that when it’s good, it can be extremely worthwhile.

Maybe I only thought I preferred the second because I was so drawn in by the excellent and engaging live music of the first piece (by violinist Karen Bentley Pollick and percussionist John Scalici).  Attention dance world: Live music makes everything better.  It would be true even if the music hadn’t been excellent.  Hire struggling piano players.  Amateur guitarists.  Surely there are plenty of musicians who are competent, would work cheapish or free, and would love an opportunity to collaborate with a bunch of dancers.  Any dance performance I’ve seen with live music has been preferable to just about any with canned music.  I’d have to guess, too, that the dancers like it better.

For me, the same pattern held true after intermission.  I’d say I enjoyed the fourth piece (Distinct Destiny With an Open Fist) more than the third piece (Quixotic).  But my hunch is that the man behind me would’ve preferred the third to the fourth.  Who can tell?

The point is that I’m no expert.  I’m just a dude with a keyboard.  I enjoy getting out to see stuff.  And I’m not too shy to write about it.  Everybody else’s thoughts are just as important as mine.  I love hearing the wide range of opinions.  And at the same time, I’m always amazed that these same people, with all these varied opinions, all seem to intuitively know when they’ve seen something amazing.

What I miss is having somebody else to discuss these shows with.  Sometimes this just means taking a friend with me.  But sometimes it means running into a friend in another venue, mentioning Southern Danceworks, and having that person say, “Yeah, I saw them too.”  Or talking to someone else who had a similar wow experience about Susanna Phillips at Opera Birmingham.  Which is the kind of moment that – repeated over time – takes a limited, personal experience and alchemizes it into culture.

Think about that.  No one knows my music.  But if a thousand people included it in a conversation next month, I’d become culture.  For years, The Mountain Goats were under the radar, but now they’re culture.  (Kind-of.)  Bo Bice 2004?  Limited.  Bo Bice 2006?  CultureSo You Think You Can DanceCulture.

Which is one reason I push for bigger, fuller audiences.  For goodness sakes, if you’ve got a good product, don’t be afraid to give away tickets.  Especially if you know you’re going to have empty seats.  Don’t play to an empty room.  One of my favorite books is Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer and a good quote from it is: “What’s the point of giving an extremely subtle performance if basically no one is watching?”  It’s not enough for an arts organization to get grants and find corporate sponsors without spending equal time cultivating its audience.  The audience – culture – is the whole point.  What would the point be of failing to gather a crowd for Svetlana Zakharova?

Back to this performance… I thought the dancers did very well (Gauen Alexander, David Bauser, Jon Caspian, Lisa Gibbs, Jordan Mercer, Chinatsu Owada, Mary Margaret Scalici, and Roger Van Fleteren) and deserve praise for clearly working their toes off, though the choreography in these four pieces rarely singled out any dancer in particular.

Thanks to Gauen Alexander and the rest of the Southern Danceworks crew for the invitation.

Much Ado About Nothing by the Park Players

Monday, May 24th, 2010

I enjoyed myself so much that I didn’t even take notes.  So I gotta wing it.  Improv typing?

All I really want to say is that the Park Players version of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing was pretty darned terrific.  It’s way cool to go to Homewood Park and watch good theatre under an open sky.  It’s even better with a full house – and that’s what they had.  The townsfolk are discovering that our Park Players are inexpensive and F-U-N.

It was especially cool to see the finished performance after I got to watch the audition process.  It’s a bit like meeting a magician’s normal, unassuming rabbit and then – four months later – getting to watch how he twained that wascal.  I assume Director Hannah Wilkerson had everything to do with that.  Also, whoever is responsible for making it look like the cast is having fun and keeping an eye on spreading that fun to the audience: Keep it up.  The Park Players share a contagious kind of joy with the women of Sanspointe.

Without exception, the entire cast did very well, but there were a couple of standouts.  Kenny Morris was completely fearless as Benedick – over-the-top slapstick and silly while still maintaining a sweet disposition.  His scenes involving ever-likeable Clay Boyce (as Don Pedro) and the expressive Cris Morriss (as Claudio) were especially memorable.  In concentrated roles, Beth Ashton (as Cinder) radiated mordacity – a good word, right? – and Martha Crotty (as Antonia) provided an unexpected and excellent thump of fiery intensity.  Kudos to everyone for making the dancing scenes look fun, rather than forced.

At the show on Saturday, I came a little late and it was so full that I had to sit aaaaall the way down front.  There were also at least a couple of “enthusiastic” audience members somewhere behind me less-than-quietly making running commentary.  Surprisingly, instead of being annoyed, I kept laughing about it.  Back in Shakespeare’s day, I assume the crowds were raucous.  And the groundlings (stinkards?) would have been much louder and more involved.

Sitting down front made me want to hiss and boo every time Don John, Cinder, and Borachio came on stage.  Or throw tomatoes.  Or hold my hands up in with an enthusiastic thumbs down.  Or to WOOOoooo out loud every time Claudio and Hero or Benedick and Beatrice got all lovey-dovey.  Or to shout out in agreement what an ass Dogberry is.

How drunk would you have to get an otherwise very well-behaved Birmingham crowd to do this sort of thing?  They’ll do it at the Rocky Horror Picture Show with Brad and Janet – but I guess that’s a different thing entirely.  But does it have to be?  Maybe plant three or four or more groundlings in the audience as an unexpected part of next year’s Park Players show?  Set ‘em up with rude and boorish cues for entrances or exits for certain characters.  Let ‘em boo.  Heck, let ‘em throw stuff.  How fun would THAT be, once the audience realizes what’s going on and they’re only adding to the fun of the show?  Why not sprinkle in a little more “enthusiasm”?  The audience always is at least half the reason for going to a show, anyway, whether it’s quiet or noisy.

Much thanks to Hannah Wilkerson and the Park Players for dodging Alabama rainstorms and putting together a great theatre experience.  I’m looking forward to the upcoming performance of Noises Off.

Joshua Bell with the Alabama Symphony Orchestra

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

Snopes: Claim: Violinist Joshua Bell played incognito in a Washington subway.  TRUE.

Gene Weingarten of the Washington Post won the Pulitzer for his role in setting up and writing about that stunt.  I highly recommend you read his article: Pearls Before Breakfast.  It’s probably the best newspaper story I’ve ever read.  It’s so good that I review it again every few months.  The video is here. Watching the woman stop – transfixed - from 1:36 may be as beautiful and magical as anything I’ve ever seen.  Something about that scene accurately captures a specific feeling.

Claim: Violinist Joshua Bell performed less-than-incognito on Saturday with the Alabama Symphony Orchestra.  TRUE.

I admit to not being a particularly big follower of orchestra or violin music and I admit that I didn’t know anything about Joshua Bell before I read that 2007 Post article.  But even before I heard him perform, I was a fan.  The guy is just cool.  I jumped at the chance to go.

Claim: Violinist Joshua Bell is terrible in live performances.  FALSE.

Bell did not disappoint.  I think the ASO flipped the program from how it was printed.  So first he covered Mendelssohn’s Concerto in E minor for Violin & Orchestra (1845).  I didn’t know anything about this piece, but Wikipedia says it is “regarded as one of the greatest violin concertos of all time . . . remains popular and has developed a reputation as an essential concerto for all aspiring concert violinists to master.”  This might be a YouTube link to that piece in another venue.  He also performed Ravel’s Tzigane (1924).  And there was an encore which I think was by Vieuxtemps (Variations on Yankee Doodle).  You can watch Bell perform it in another venue at this link.  The symphony orchestra also performed two pieces without Bell: Mendelssohn’s Hebrides (Fingal’s Cave) (1830) and Bizet’s Symphony No. 1 in C major (1855).

Claim: Bizet wrote this symphony at age 17.  TRUE.

Claim: Reading stuff like that makes me feel like I’ve wasted my life.  TRUE.

This may be a taboo question, but I wonder what responses I’d get if I asked other violinists what makes Joshua Bell so good?  Or what makes him better than any other violinist who was on stage?  By asking this question, I’m not trying to categorize or establish a pecking order.  I really would love an empirical answer as to why Joshua Bell is so good.  I don’t have the same insight that another violinist might have.  Is it technique?  Is he doing anything different?  More artistry?  Good looks?  Raw charisma?  Presentation and framing?  His Stradivarius?

Claim: That hunk of wood and strings is worth more than I’ll ever be worth in my lifetime all put together.  PROBABLY TRUE.

Because I write, I have at least some insight about what makes someone like Shakespeare better than me.  His use of the language is richer for sure.  His word combinations can be brilliant.  He understands human nature and illuminates it in a way that I cannot.  His fictional characters are often more alive than real people I know.  But still that’s not quite it, is it?  When I read Shakespeare, he’s just got that certain something that makes it good and enjoyable.  And it’s something that I have difficulty expressing in words.  It’s how he makes you feel.

Claim: It can be a physical and sensual experience to listen to music.  TRUE.

Lovers of classical music will talk about beauty.  And how fine art will appeal to higher senses.  But I’m a rock n roll guy.  I like a beat.  I want to feel the whatever-it-is that makes your hips move.  It’s at its best when you’re overwhelmed by the pulse and the rhythm.  I rarely anticipate that instrumental music might be the same kind of absorbing.  I don’t want music to be intellectual or mathy or heady – I’m attracted to the raw and visceral.  Great art sweats.

After Saturday, though, I’m convinced of two things.  First, listening to symphony music through speakers is to being there in person like eating a hot dog is to petting a pig.

Claim: WBHM : ASO :: Eating Frank : Petting Wilbur.  TRUE.

Second, and very importantly, I realized that this kind of music can trigger just as much of a physical response as a good vocal, guitar, bass, and drums.  Not emotional.  Physical.  It’s just that its a different response.   Much more delicate.  There were moments – even individual notes – where I realized I was holding my breath.  Like when you’re anticipating a shared first kiss, but pull up just short.  There were moments of elevation – I don’t have another word – where I tensed.  Like a light touch on your stomach from someone completely new.  At other moments, I almost couldn’t help but quietly give an audible sigh (ohh) at being held.

Claim: There were whole rows of empty seats available at the Alys Stephens Center for this performance.  TRUE.

This was an outstanding performance.  More people should have seen it.  It borders on criminal that there were empty rows.  If a group like the ASO puts together a good product, someone should make sure people are there to appreciate it.  It looks miserly or wasteful not to put warm bodies in those seats.

Should our local media outlets do a better job at promoting shows that are likely to be unique or amazing?  Should the ASO brainstorm more ways to spread the word?  Should Birmingham have more appreciation for this kind of event?  Should tickets be available for something less than $50?  Could the ASO have given extra tickets to schools or teachers or nonprofits or other deserving groups?  Could a small number of tickets (the four back balcony rows?) be reserved and available ten minutes before performances to anyone under 30 at half-price, first-come first-serve?  Should organizations understand that it doesn’t cost anything to give unused tickets away if you’ve already paid to put on the show?  Would that be a good way to build repeat business and invest in public relations?

Thanks to Curtis Long, Marie Sutton, Monica Dent and the rest of the Alabama Symphony Orchestra for offering me a ticket.

Primary Subject by Sanspointe Dance Company

Monday, May 17th, 2010

On Thursday night, I went to see the Sanspointe Dance Company for the third time.  This performance was “Primary Subject” and featured six new pieces.  My favorites were “Measuring the Marigolds” (choreographed by Taryn Lavery and performed by Shellie Chambers, Noel Pollard, and Anna Walker) and “I made something for you” (created and performed by Rhea Speights and Justin Wallace).

I have a theory that all art can be analyzed as an amalgam of three things: an idea, execution of that idea, and charisma/personality.  But these things don’t interact with any easy mathematical precision.  If there’s a genius idea, you might not really need much execution or charm.  Similarly, a mediocre idea might can be turned into something worth seeing just through brilliant execution and high-wattage charisma.  If a girl’s got enough charisma, I might could watch her just stand there for half-an-hour.  But when you’ve got all three, you’ve got yourself a winner.

There are several things that Sanspointe does very well.  When they’re at their best, the Sanspointe dancers look like they’re having a good time and effectively convey this to the audience.  Even professional dancers often don’t do this well and can end up looking bored or disengaged.  For whatever reason, the Sanspointe dancers almost always make it look like fun.

I’ve said a lot that I love to see and hear dancers panting, sweating, and out-of-breath.  The cozy quarters of the Children’s Dance Foundation are ideal for that.  Being this close to your performers lets you see how thoroughly they’re enjoying themselves and the simple and intrinsic joy of movement.

Likewise, the choreography for Sanspointe can be gleefully fun.  I’ve laughed out loud at all three of the shows.  Which I assume is unusual for dance.  Maybe I’ve just got bad manners.  Or maybe I’m the only one who thinks it’s all so funny.  But I can’t help but think that the Sanspointe choreographers had humor in mind when they created certain moves or certain dances.

I’m sure there are as many different choreography styles as there are people.  Accordingly, the Sanspointe playfulness comes in many different flavors.  It might be spending several minutes between pieces preparing an aerial swing for “Deluge” – establishing the dramatic arc and tension for the audience – and then, after the music starts, refusing for the first few minutes to let the performer touch it in any meaningful way.  Or the good-natured act of putting a swing onstage in the first place.  It might be cursing the dancers with an “evil” hand in “Mind Over Me” – like Evil Dead 2 – to pass around and react to.  It might be making me focus on the dancers’ blue socks/shoes in “Measuring the Marigolds”.  And, of course, the obvious and laugh-out-loud humor of vibraphonist-dancer interaction in “I made something for you”.  Rhea Speights – a possible nominee for coolest person in town.

Also, some of the ideas were clear and good.  There was a place in “There was Morning and Evening, Another Day” where there was one dancer onstage with three chairs and I could follow the artistic idea of “How many ways can one dancer move with three chairs?”  Or in “Deluge”: “How can a dancer play with a swing – without swinging?”  Or in “I made something for you” when I grasped the idea, “What if the dancer interrupts and brats up the musician?”  These are themes – and an audience needs one to be able to follow along.  When it’s not going well, it’s usually because I don’t understand what’s happening, why it’s happening, and why I don’t get it.

As long as Sanspointe follows the general format of idea (give your audience a theme), execution (provide a few flashy, “hook-y”, or interesting moves), and personality (look like you’re having fun in a way that remembers and engages the audience), I’m always open to seeing modern dance.  It only starts to lose me when there’s a bunch of dance-y dance happening without an obvious or coherent idea involved.  Or if there’s movement that starts to look similar, but without repeating anything in a way that provides a coherent theme.  Or if the dancers look bored or flat.  As an aside, I may be uncivilized, but I have an easier time appreciating dance that’s backed by a strong, organized beat (mum (or Star Dot Star?)) over something more noisy and dissonant (Kronos Quartet).  When they’ve got the good mojo going, there’s nothing stopping me from recommending Sanspointe shows to just about anybody.

Thank you very much to Shellie Chambers and the women of Sanspointe for inviting me and for striving to create new and cool art.