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Judy Chicago Is Connecting The Dots Of Feminist History, One Exhibition At A Time

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This is the year of Judy Chicago.

In honor of her 75th birthday this July, the iconic feminist artist is hosting what she calls a "dispersed retrospective," scattering her life's work -- five decades of art making -- across a selection of museums and galleries from California to New York. In 2014 alone, she'll be featured in the Brooklyn Museum, MANA Contemporary, the National Museum of Women in the Arts, the Schlesinger Library, the Palmer Museum of Art, the Oakland Museum of California, the New Mexico Museum of Art and Denver's RedLine. She's also releasing two major tomes, "Institutional Time" and the aptly titled "The Dinner Party: Restoring Women to History."

"I’m not going to retire!" Chicago declared in an interview with The Huffington Post, pointing out what only seemed obvious. "Artists don’t retire. Every artist’s dream is to drop dead while they’re working."

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Judy Chicago (American, born 1939). Birth Hood, 1965/2011. Sprayed automotive lacquer on car hood, 42 7/8 x 42 7/8 x 4 5/16 in. (109 x 109 x 10.9 cm). Collection of the artist. © Judy Chicago. Photo © Donald Woodman.


The cross-country celebration of all things Chicago will cover her early years as a painter and sculptor in Southern California to her pivotal role as the founder of the feminist art programs at California State University in Fresno and the California Institute of the Arts (when she changed her name to Judy Chicago "to liberate herself from male-dominated stereotypes") to the decades she spent creating multimedia works in New Mexico. It's a vast time period that includes the unforgettable "Womanhouse," "The Dinner Party," "Through the Flower," and "Birth Project," all of which led up to her involvement in 2011's "Pacific Standard Time," the Getty museum's homage to the birth of Los Angeles art. Chicago, rightly so, landed herself a place in the canon, cementing her status as a woman artist to be reckoned with.

As both an artist and an educator, who returned to the world of academia in the late 1990s, Chicago has always held the discipline of art history close to her heart. She grew up unaware of the historically powerful women who came before her, a lack of knowledge she more than made up for with her massive ceremonial tribute to the female figures who've pushed cultural boundaries for centuries. Now housed at the Brooklyn Museum, "The Dinner Party" is but one aspect of a lifetime devoted to the philosophy of feminism and carving out a curriculum that corrects for eons of male-centric narratives.

"Feminism, the belief that everyone is entitled to a life of dignity, has evolved over several centuries and brought women in the Western world unprecedented opportunities," she writes in "Institutional Time." "This historical struggle for freedom deserves to be both honored and taught -- to everyone."

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Judy Chicago (American, born 1939). Heaven is for White Men Only, 1973. Sprayed acrylic on canvas, 80 x 80 in. (203.2 x 203.2 cm). New Orleans Art Museum, Gift of the Frederick R. Weisman Art Foundation, 93.12. © Judy Chicago. Photo: © Donald Woodman.


We spoke to Chicago this past January as she prepared for her 2014 calendar. From the conference room of her New York City hotel, she relayed her concerns about inter-generational knowledge, the power of institutional change and her advice for emerging artists. Here's a taste of where an hour speaking with Judy Chicago can take you:

As a historian and an artist, where do you see the conversation between generations of feminists happening?

It's funny that you ask that. I've spent some time with a young woman artist whose name is Audrey Chan. I first met and encountered Audrey -- she’s a performance artist -- when she appeared on a panel about feminist art dressed as me. And I really didn’t understand her motivation until we spent this time together. I heard about her from a former student of mine, Suzanne Lacy, the activist artist. Then I heard that Audrey was teaching at The Getty when "Pacific Standard Time" was there and that she was touring "Pacific Standard Time" and talking about my work dressed as me. I immediately noticed that she sort of had my ‘70s look. I thought she could use some updating. So I offered to take her shopping, to update her look. So we went shopping. She took me to TJ Maxx. I bought her some earrings. And we found a great top for her and that was that.

A couple of months later she got in touch with me and said she had approached a publisher about doing a book based on the intergenerational dialogue that we had spontaneously generated when we started talking. I didn’t even realize it had that big of an impact on her. So when she was in New Mexico -- she came out to have another step in the conversation, for which she had dressed as me in the updated look -- she was telling me that she went to CalArts for her MFA. CalArts, as you know, is one of the premiere art schools in the country. And she said that she felt completely… she did not feel mentored at CalArts. She felt like she wanted a role model. She told me something that I didn’t know: that even though I don’t live in L.A. anymore, particularly for the younger women artists, I’m a big presence. Even though I wasn’t physically there. I didn’t know this, because for a long time the art world tried to pretend that I hadn’t had any influence. And so because I wasn’t there, she wanted to create me. To have me be there.

So that’s what first motivated her to start dressing as me. Once that got her access to me, then she really wanted to cross generations. She does this piece, this performance piece called “How I Became a Feminist Artist Even Though I Didn’t Live Through the ‘70s.” One of the things we talked about, is that even though CalArts is the site of where I brought the Fresno Feminist Art Program and CalArts is the program that did "Woman House," CalArts had subsequently completely erased the feminist art program from its institutional memory.

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Judy Chicago (American, born 1939). Dry Ice Environment Documentation, 1967. Photos courtesy Through the Flower Archives.


Why was that?

You’d have to ask them. But there were some women students in the ‘90s who discovered that there had been feminist art there. All these women found was one box in the archives [of the school], from the whole feminist art program at CalArts. What this means is that the art institutions and museums are not transmitting either the history of the feminist art movement or enough women’s history. It has not been integrated into the curriculum and therefore young women are not able to build on what women have done before them.

It’s exactly what happened when I was your age. I didn’t know about the women and women artists before me and so I could not build on their insights or their art -- the cultural production of my predecessors -- until I did my own research. So now how disheartening is it to see that these young women are having to do the same thing? Even after 40 years.

So if this transmission of history is not happening in institutions and not happening in museums, what's the next step?

Well, there has to be a complete transmission of thinking. When women were first integrated into higher education in the 19th century, there was absolutely no thought to the fact that they were being brought into an entirely male-centric curriculum. And with very few exceptions, there has been no effort to change that. There have been efforts to add on a few women, in the cases of women in color, for instance, but there’s been no effort to explain that what we’ve been transmitting is a narrow history. A narrow, phallocentric history. And a Western one, too. Now that we’re moving into such a globalized world, how arrogant is it to teach Western history as if it is world history? As if it is universal history? How arrogant is it to show [imbalanced proportions of] white male art at the National Gallery in Washington, DC, which is a tax-funded institution? Its statistics are appalling. Really skewed. Is that the history of America? Is that the history we want young people to learn?

But that is a highly contested set of issues. Because how history is written, both in and out of art institutions, is how you shape the world. And so giving up control of that and rethinking that hasn’t happened. It’s not enough to have a few women’s studies courses. Why is it more important to study Paul Revere’s midnight ride than it is Susan B. Anthony’s 50-year effort to transform the face of America for women? How off balance is that? Men really cannot conceive of what it’s like to grow up and look on television and see that all the major sports figures are male, all the major politicians are male. If you go to an art institution, most of the art is by men. When you’re in school, most of the events you study are about men. Men’s activities lauded and repeated over and over. What about us? What about commemorating the decades-long struggle for suffrage? Why don’t we hear those stories over and over and over again. It’s almost inconceivable for men to understand what it would be like to live without that constant valorization.

One of the reasons I think people said seeing “The Dinner Party” changed their lives is because it reminded them of the complete absence that they had grown up with, that they had never even noticed until they had presence.

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Judy Chicago (American, born 1939). Rainbow Pickett, 1964. Latex paint on canvas-covered plywood, 126 x 126 x 110 in. (320 x 320 x 279.4 cm). Collection of David and Dianne Waldman, Rancho Mirage, CA. © Judy Chicago, Photo © Donald Woodman.


I think this hits on an important point. It becomes a conversation when we are adults, but when you grow up as a girl, going to a museum and seeing nudes and masculine imagery and not understanding the context of these images. We can talk about how much digital media is changing the conversation, but how do we change the conversation for a 10-year-old girl or child of color?

That’s absolutely right.

You write about this at the beginning of “The Dinner Party: Restoring Women to History,” that you encountered professors in your early studies who simply believed women had not contributed to history. Do you still encounter individuals like that?

It’s hard to believe, right? Well, a few years ago when I showed at a gallery in Santa Fe, around the time of the permanent housing of “The Dinner Party,” my gallerist flat out told me that he had been at a party and this man said -- in response to a viewing of my Hatshepsut plate, one of the four female pharaohs -- that there have never been any female pharaohs. Yes, there’s still a built in resistance because that’s what people grow up learning. They grow up learning it. And like you were saying, about not having that, how can we become empowered and claim space in the world and feel confident while feeling bereft?

I’m noticing more and more that institutions -- like MoMA and its “Designing Modern Women” exhibition -- are looking into their permanent collections and trying to find those women artists to create exhibitions that reframe history, however efficiently they end up doing that.

Let’s look at MoMA. I read the “Designing Modern Women” catalogue and I went to the show and when I walked in saw [signs for] Matisse, Monet, etc. All men. And then there was a small sign for “Designing Modern Women.” One of the things happening in major institutions like that, which are the pillars of the phallocentric narrative in art, is that they are trying to figure out how to include more women and artists of color without disturbing the existing narrative. It’s not an accident that my work is not in any of those major collections because my work would disturb those narratives.

I heard a story told to me by [a curator]. He said that whenever he brought up acquiring a woman artist, the first question was: How big is the work? And if the work was too big they wouldn’t take it. They’d only take it if it was small.

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Judy Chicago (American, born 1939). Through the Flower, 1973. Sprayed acrylic on canvas, 60 x 60 in. (152.4 x 152.4 cm).Collection of Dr. Elizabeth A. Sackler, New York, NY. © Judy Chicago. Photo © Donald Woodman.


Why do you think that is?

So that it could remain minor. So you have a small Hannah Wilke and a small Louise Bourgeois. At MANA this year, the show is going to have my 32-foot-long painting and a 22-foot-long drawing. Two of my large scale works from my early career. And that is why I’m having a spread out retrospective, as opposed to one major institution. Because there is not one institution in the world that would accord 92,000 square feet to a woman artist like what was accorded to Jim Turrell last year.

There were a lot of criticisms charged against “Designing Modern Women’s” organization and the curatorial emphasis on women who collaborated with powerful men. Which reminds me of Ken Johnson’s interpretation of the exhibition. He attempted to point out that women might be naturally prone to collaboration. Which seems ridiculous. Perhaps women aren’t naturally prone to collaboration, but some women, over the years, have realized that working in groups -- composed of both men and women -- can be advantageous to one’s career.

Yes, that’s good insight.

It’s sort of remarkable, that rhetoric that persists, that all women are naturally anything.

How do we even know what we naturally are? We’ve never hardly ever had the opportunity to demonstrate it in public space, with enough of us to make a difference.

Right. Do you feel that you are part of any one community of feminist artists or feminist academics or women artists?

I was very instrumental in creating the women’s community in L.A. in the ‘70s, but a lot of things happened since then. First of all, I left the women’s workshop there, I stopped teaching because I had such a burning desire to make art. But also, as I matured, I began to understand that we had cast the dialogue incorrectly in the ‘70s, in terms of it being strictly around gender. As it played out, it turned out that not all women were our friends and not all men were our enemies. What I began to understand is that it had more to do with values.

In “Institutional Time,” I have a chapter called “What About Men?” When I went back to teaching in 1999 it was one of my goals to find out if my pedagogical methods could apply to men as well as women. And when I was working on that chapter, I went and did research on men’s participation in the feminist movement. I was completely blown away discovering that there had always been men. There were 20-30 men at the Seneca Falls Conference in 1848. I didn’t know that! There were men’s auxiliaries to the suffrage movement that marched with the women side-by-side. That history has been erased. Frederick Douglas was an ardent supporter of women, but if you read his biographies it’s hardly mentioned. If you’ve ever read anything by Emily Dickinson and the man who championed her -- Thomas Wentworth Higginson -- he was a huge supporter of women’s suffrage, and he’s never mentioned. So that history has been erased, because it’s not in the interest of male dominance to discuss the men who have stood up against phallocentric culture, who have tried to support women’s equity. So men who feel stranded feel stranded like we do, without role models.

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Judy Chicago (American, born 1939). Silver Blue Fan from Fresno Fan series, 1971. Sprayed acrylic on sheet acrylic, 60 x 120 in. (152.4 x 304.8 cm). Collection of Glenn Schaeffer, New Zealand. © Judy Chicago. Photo © Donald Woodman.


You’ve discussed this before, that your art isn’t necessarily political art but that it’s about morals.

Morals, yes. I have a passion for justice, which was instilled in me by my father. Justice for everyone, including non-human creatures.

Which is the direction that intersectional feminism is headed in today. Justice for all. If you could give your own pocket definition of feminism to someone in conversation, what would it be. Do you have a short answer?

Yes, it would be like bell hooks. Feminism is for everybody. That’s my pocket definition! Especially for everybody who believes in the idea that every creature, human and nonhuman, has a right to live out their own lives with dignity. You know, when people say to me that we live in a post-feminist world, I wonder what world they live in. Do you live in a tiny little world of middle class America? Yeah, maybe.

There are many people who identify as “non-feminists,” who want to define it or minimize its importance. People, who don’t attempt to understand the feminist philosophy, but who can really dominate the public conversation.

It’s unbelievable. It really is. How they can dominate and manipulate the conversation.

So where’s the megaphone for feminists to shout back at them?

Well, just putting women in power isn’t sufficient. Because there are a lot of women who are not friends of women. Who are not changing the narrative, they are maintaining it, because their power depends on supporting the narrative.

That’s where statistics fail us. When people with a voice focus on the numbers of women in power, and feel as though something has been accomplished when those numbers reach 55%, without breaking down the meaning of those numbers. Out of curiosity, do you come across these types of statistical comparisons in the art education world?

In art school, even though female students outnumber males, still, in terms of tenured faculty, white males are still the norm.

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Judy Chicago (American, born 1939). Purple Atmosphere #4 Documentation, 1969. Photo courtesy Through the Flower Archives.


My last question, which I asked you two years ago, but now that it's your 75th birthday, I'd like to ask again: What advice do you have for young artists today?

It's a real challenge now to be a real artist. First of all, the graduate schools are pumping out hundreds of thousands of artists into a tiny distribution system. Meanwhile, most of these young people, if they don't come from money, have had to take out a huge amount of student loans so they're burdened by debt. So now my advice to young artists is: Stay out of the market place. Get a job so that you can support yourself and make art when you can. At night, on the weekends, on vacation and focus on finding your own voice and forging your own vision. And only then enter the marketplace, when you're on solid ground. Because the marketplace is chewing up and spitting out young artists like detritus.

For young women, learn your history and the history of feminist art. Because so many young artists are reinventing the wheel. I see so many young women making art that came out of "Womanhouse" in the '70s. A lot of the content is the same because a lot of the issues are the same -- sexual identity, freedom, independence. When I went back to teaching I saw these women who had been told they could "have it all" and they live in a post-feminist world, and they were struggling with that. There was this performance at Indiana University with these two women -- one dressed as a clown and the other sitting on stage. The one dressed as a clown is putting balloons in the other woman's lap, one by one. One represents college. One represents friendships. Then comes another one. Relationships. Career. Marriage. Ok, now she's juggling all these balloons when the clown comes out and drops the baby. Now she's got all these balloons and she simply can't balance all six of them. She can't. Women still struggle with this concept of "having it all." It's not a post-feminist world.

All images are courtesy of "Chicago in L.A.: Judy Chicago's Early Work, 1963–74" which will be on view at the Brooklyn Museum from April 4 to September 28, 2014.

This interview has been edited and condensed.

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Documentary Jodorowsky's Dune: A Rollicking Ride in Creativity

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"I love Jodorowsky," director Frank Pavich told me last spring at Cannes, his eyes shining with admiration. "When he wants to make a comic book, he makes a comic book. When he wants to make a painting, he makes a painting. He marches to his own drummer. His films are parallel universes. Look at Holy Mountain!"

He shook his head in wonder.

He was telling me how he, an unknown first director, came to make a documentary on the making of Alejandro Jodorowsky's ambitious 1975 film project Dune, based on Frank Herbert's science fiction novel, a project that was never realized.

"I am a fan," Pavich explained, as we shared a coffee at an outside café table. "I wrote Jodorowsky a letter, and surprise, he wrote back, and within a week I was in Paris brainstorming with him about this documentary."

Pavich quit his job in media to work exclusively on this documentary for two years. When he wants to make a documentary, he makes a documentary.

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Jodorowsky and Pavich, after the premiere at Cannes

The documentary, now out in theaters in the US, was the most fun film screened at the French festival last year: It is a rollicking adventure story into how Jodorowsky conceived of his idea Dune, and the inspiring wild steps Jodo took to make it. Jodorowsky thought big. He wanted Salvador Dali in his film, so agreed to pay him $100,000 an hour. He wanted Orson Welles in his film, so agreed to get Welles, a well-known gourmand, a Michelin-star chef to make his meals on the set. He wanted Mick Jagger in the picture, and Mick said yes.

What this film becomes is a tribute to collective creativity: How when someone gets an idea and enthuses others, everyone gets going in a zany alternative universe, keyed up with imagination. Jodorowsky even got comic book designer Moebius (Jean Giraud) to make the intricate science fiction sets.

The movie moves fast with interviews with Jodorowsky and the creative geniuses he got on board, with a Mission Impossible pace of tension throughout. Would this high budget movie get made?

No. Even after Moebius had finished 3,000 storyboards, even after the extraordinary costumes had already been made, and the director was ready to shoot: The producers in Hollywood pulled out the financing.

Later, they gave the project to David Lynch, whose own uninspired rendition flopped.

"I would have cut my arms off for this project," says Jodorowsky in one interview clip.

The film is a must-see for anyone who wants to be inspired to make a creative project, and see how talented people can team up together and come . . .close. Pavich's own hand in the project is also an inspiration. It was he who was responsible for reuniting Jodorowsky and his former producer and friend Michel Seydoux, with whom Jodorowsky had not spoken since the making of Dune. The two men met on a park bench in Paris, to discuss the new documentary, and Seydoux decided to produce it.

The only downside to this energizing (and humorous) documentary is actually its high-spirited tone. Despite everything, the director insists, the making of Dune was a success, just for the joie de vivre of creativity, and did not damage the morale of the defeated artists.

A more nuanced approach to the repercussions of this failure might have made the 'take-away" more balanced.

Interviewing Jodorowsky that same week, about his new film Dance of Reality (also produced by Michel Seydoux), I learned that his experience with "Dune" must have contributed to what is now an entrenched cynicism about the money-world of Hollywood--and explains in part why, twenty-three years ago, the cult director turned to making comic books instead.

I asked Jodorowksy why his newest film, the masterpiece Dance with Reality begins with money: gold coins dropping in slow motion on a red cloth, while a voice over says: "Money is like blood. It gives life if it flows. Money is like Christ [and Buddha]. It enlightens those who use it to open the flower of the world, and damns those who glorify it, confounding riches with the soul."

"Why do I begin with money?" Jodorowsky responded with earnest. "My film begins in 1929, the time of the financial crisis, when 70 percent of Chileans were in misery. Money is important. It makes things happen."

Without a pause, he turned at once to his feelings about money and politics in the film industry.

"I am hurt by the industry. My great love is art. The film has become an industry. It's advertising, publicity. A film is nothing more than a big commercial. You see the illness of Hollywood: films have been made just to sell cigarettes. Did you see Alien, where even when there is a monster attacking, three of the characters are smoking?"

He added with strong conviction.

"They do not make pictures for the public. They make pictures to suit their genres. They like that, and we do this."

Pavich's Jodorowsky's Dune makes one wish the project had been made: It is the closest thing we have to seeing the actual want-to-be film, and as such, gives Dune the resuscitation for the public that it deserves. We catch the genius of the film in glimpses. And, under Pavich's expert novice hand, the result is quite a fun piece of entertainment.

The War Against Poets and Adjuncts: Is Obamacare Enough?

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"Other than teaching, how does one earn a living as a poet?" I ask.

"Right," Yona says and laughs.

I'm not posing the question hypothetically, but in earnest. After filming Yona for my documentary series Healthy Artists -- on the lives and struggles of American creatives -- I am still thirsty for survival tips. How can creatives who freelance, wait tables, and piece together stressful hodgepodge livings achieve security? I figure if anyone has advice, it's a poetry power couple like Yona and Terrance.

"Artists have to be resilient," Yona says.

Yona Harvey is the 2014 winner of the prestigious Kate Tufts Discovery Award for her book Hemming the Water. Her husband Terrance Hayes has a National Book Award, Pushcart Prize, and Guggenheim Fellowship to his name. Both poets have won the academic lottery by today's standards, which is to say they hold full-time professorships.

"How long were you an adjunct?" I ask.

"Eight years and I was also mothering two small children at the time. I had no health insurance or benefits through the university, but I was married so I got health insurance through my husband," Yona says. "Then I thought about what if you're not partnered or married? You can be in a lot of trouble, you know?"

Back in 1969, over 78 percent of college professors were tenured or tenure-track. Students in the arts and humanities could reasonably dream of future stability -- earning a middle-class income, teaching a friendly classroom of upwardly mobile pupils, and thriving with access to health care -- all while writing the next great American novel.

"I'm nervous for my students," Yona says. "They don't get what it means to adjunct. They can't conceive that their professors are poverty-level without health care."

These days, 75 percent of college professors are adjuncts. To top it off, many universities, libraries, and art institutions are deliberately cutting hours, so they don't have to provide their workers with health insurance.

"My question to the country is, 'Why would you want creative people to suffer?'" Yona says. "Artists create institutions that draw people to America from around the world and it's shameful not to support them."

Artist, adjunct, or otherwise, the uninsured should explore their options at healthcare.gov. You can even get coverage "all for what it costs you to pay your cellphone bill," according to Obama's quirky March 2014 appearance on Between Two Ferns. However, no one should feel alone if affordable care still seems out of reach. Nearly five million uninsured Americans are "too poor for Obamacare."

"I am happy for the small steps, but universal health care is the ideal," Yona says. "I want people to keep pushing."

Learn more about how to advocate for single-payer universal health care at Healthcare-NOW!

Jon Pylypchuk on the ImageBlog

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my doctor is an asshole, 2010; Paint can, acrylic paint, expanding foam spray, spray paint, light bulbs, milk crate, 12 x 9 x 7 inches

In 2010 I went to the doctor for the first time in 4 years. He spent the whole 20 minutes talking about how he wanted to retire and become an artist. I tried to squeeze a couple of words in saying it is hard to be an artist and I wish I had become a doctor but he wouldn't really let me.

Contemporary Arts Center, Las Vegas: The 25th Annual Juried Show (Video and Photos)

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Artists at the opening of the CAC Las Vegas 25th Annual Juried Show


It was an honor -- and a huge amount of fun -- to browse through the more than 300 entries that were presented to me as this year's juror for the 25th Annual Juried Show of the Contemporary Arts Center, Las Vegas. After looking over all the images twice, and then sleeping on it, I chose 36 works by 36 artists which I saw in person for the first time last night. The installation looked amazing and the salon-style stacking of works added to the shows feeling of energy and eclecticism. That is just what I wanted the show to feel like: a big loose conversation between contrasting works and approaches.

After spending an hour with the show I chose five works to receive awards. If you have three minutes, this short video will show you the works as you listen to some of my thoughts about them:



The show's organizers tell me that the opening was one of the best attended events they have had in years, but it probably helped that a busload of senior citizens looking for a public restroom pulled up at 8PM. That said, I'm so proud of the artists in this show and enjoyed meeting so many of you. Because the show included artists from across the U.S. only one of the award-winning artists -- Lolita Develay -- was able to attend in person, but to those who couldn't attend, your checks are in the mail...

Two tidbits that stood out: artist Bart Vargas came all the way from Nebraska to attend the opening and Solongo Tseekhuu, a native of Mongolia now living in the Bay Area, explained to me that women are not permitted to become artists in her home country: WOW has she defied that tradition with talent and style!

I hope you will enjoy my photos from the opening, and if you are in Vegas before the show closes on April 25th be sure to drop by before you head to the strip to gamble.

BTW, a huge thank you to the CAC, its board of directors and Matthew Couper and Jo Russ.

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Bart Vargas



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Solongo Tseekhuu


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Steve Sas Schwartz



The CAC 25th Annual Juried Show: Participating Artists:

Alla Bartoshchuk, Babette Carpenter, Bart Vargas, Betty Shelton, Brendan Getz, Caitlin Karolczak, Carolin Peters, Christopher Kane Taylor, Cynthia Grilli, Dan Hooker, Dana Mano-Flank, Daniel Maidman, David Iacovazzi-Pau, Eric Vozzola, Gig Depio, Grizel S. Herhold, James Bousema, Jeremy Humbert, John Michael Byrd, Kathe Madrigal, Kathy Morton Stanion, Kim Frohsin, Kurt Dyrhaug, Lana Sokoloff, Lolita Develay, Margaret McCann, Maria Zapata, Richard Smukler, Rick Metzler, Robert Bickel, Serena Potter, Shang Ma, Solongo Tseekhuu, Steve Schwartz, Tom Wegrzynowski, William J. Havlicek.

Juror's Awards:
First Prize: Caitlin Karolczak $1,500.00
Second Prize: Kim Frohsin $750.00
Third Prize: Margaret McCann $500.00
Honorable Mention: Lolita Develay $250.00
Honorable Mention: Serena Potter $100.00

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Met Opera: 'Arabella' Returns With Six Bright New Voices

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Only Strauss could pack quite so much Sturm und Drang into a romantic comedy as he did in Arabella. But the Met's lovely period production, which it revived last night with a total of six house debuts, finds both the romance and the comedy amid the tumult, and the soprano Malin Bystrom and the baritone Michael Volle are splendid as the soulmates who overcome misunderstanding and suspicion on their way to true love.

Bystrom, in only her second Met appearance, is ideally suited to the role of Arabella, the beautiful daughter of a bankrupt aristo who wants to marry her off for money. Her voice soars elegantly in her determination to marry for love and is full of sisterly affection in the tender Act 1 duet with her sister, Zdenka.

Volle is triumphant in his long-awaited Met debut as Mandryka, the country bumpkin of a suitor who wins Arabella's heart. He cuts an imposing figure onstage and sings with a strong baritone that is rich in texture, fervent in his declarations of love and thunderous when he thinks he has been deceived.

Arabella was Strauss's last collaboration with the Austrian poet Hugo von Hofmannsthal, his librettist for six operas, including Der Rosenkavalier. The music is melodic and lyrical, especially for the two main soprano roles, and for the baritone, which ranges from pastoral simplicity to stormy outbursts.

The modest story begins with the penniless Count Waldner trying to find a wealthy husband for Arabella so he can pay his gambling debts and keep the family solvent and in Vienna. The Count and Countess even have been dressing their younger daughter as a boy because they can't afford to bring her out in Viennese society.

At the outset Arabella has four suitors - three young Counts and a poor army officer named Matteo - but she is holding out for Mr. Right. Zdenka is secretly in love with Matteo herself but can't pursue him because she is masquerading as a boy. However, she has been writing him love letters in her sister's name just to keep him hanging around.

In his search for a husband for Arabella, Waldner has written to a rich old army buddy and sent along a picture of his daughter. As it turns out, the old army buddy has since died but his nephew, Mandryka, saw the picture and has arrived in Vienna to find the young woman in the photo. As soon as he and Arabella cast eyes on each other, it is love at first sight.

They finally meet at a Coachman's Ball on Shrove Tuesday. Mandryka woos Arabella with stories of wrestling with a bear and tales of country life, including how it is the custom for a young woman to bring a glass of water to the man she favors as a husband. It is a touching duet and one of the high points of the opera.

Then the complications set in. Zdenka gives Matteo a key to her hotel room but tells him it is Arabella's. Mandryka overhears this exchange and believes his fiancee is arranging an assignation with the army officer. He scurries off to the hotel, accuses her of wanton duplicity, and refuses to believe her protestations of innocence. Challenges are hurled, pistols are sent for, and a duel is imminent.

Then Zdenka shows up and confesses that she is actually a girl and it was she with whom Matteo spent a passionate hour upstairs in the bedroom. Apologies all around and the night ends with Arabella bringing Mandryka a glass of water.

The Met has put together a first-rate cast of newcomers for this revival, the first in some 13 years of Otto Schenk's handsome and elegant staging. Juliane Banse is sparkling as Zdenka in her first Met outing. She sings with passion and urgency in a sharp, clear soprano that is a pleasure to hear. Roberto Sacca, also in a debut as Matteo, has a promising tenor voice that is full of ardor.

The bass-baritone Martin Winkler is solid as the card-playing Count Waldner in his first Met appearance, and the mezzo Catherine Wyn-Rogers is a stern Countess with a touch of coquette still about her in her debut. And Brian Jagde is volubly enthusiastic as Elemer, one of Arabella's young admirers, in his first performance here. Philippe Auguin conducted at a smart pace that kept the action moving.

A Cellist in the Clouds

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Exhausted, I plopped into seat 9A on JetBlue's flight from Boston back home to L.A., sick with laryngitis after leading two career seminars. A handsome man placed a large case overhead, slipped into 9B and said hello just as the pilot announced that the L.A. Philharmonic was aboard, to passengers' loud cheers. After taking off, as red dusk turned black, we witnessed the majesty of the heavens. When I asked him what he did, his answer ignited another kind of magic -- his journey as a talented musician to the world renowned orchestra. How could I resist interviewing him?

Ben Hong has played the cello for the L.A. Phil for twenty years, his first and only full time job since he graduated from USC. For that first audition, he remembers preparing the standards, Bach and Beethoven, for three months, then playing first behind a screen and then in front for the final round. Accepted immediately, he has advanced to become the second cellist, the assistant principal among eleven. His priceless cello, a 1707 Guarneri that belongs to the orchestra, was riding above our heads.

As a nine-year-old boy born in Taiwan, playing the cello was like being in an arranged marriage. His musical father, a strict disciplinarian, made obvious sacrifices for his private lessons. He won the National Cello Competition three times between the ages of ten and twelve. Then at thirteen, he left Taiwan for New York's Julliard -- without speaking English, without any friends -- knowing that, like death, he was leaving home forever. The only communication then was by mail and later, family visits. I can barely imagine his heroic struggle to learn English, study and master the cello, and find a new sense of belonging. Then when his teacher, Lynn Harrell, moved to USC, he followed.

I asked about his own son, another talented musician, now twelve. Is Ben the same kind of father as his was to him? Not at all -- maybe superficially, he said with a smile. His father had given tough love, leaving no choice but to practice hard. Yet he always felt loved and supported, a foundation that has allowed him to grow. Ben, in turn, wants his own son to be free to choose to study, but also to understand that with such freedom comes intense responsibility. As a parent and teacher, he has noticed that children now don't always feel the same kind of deep love and support as he did from his family. He explained that it's not the method that parents use to deliver their love, rather their giving it as a gift so that a child can feel understood and encouraged.

How has his own playing changed over the years? He said he learned the technical basics in school but that musical style develops only over time, in his case, twenty years of intense learning lit by passion. During these years, he has played with many other greats such as Emanuel Ax, Yefim Bronfman, Bobby McFerren, and African drummers. He is also featured on the score for the film The Soloist about another Julliard student, Nathaniel Ayres.

When I asked whether music is his calling, he answered that being an artist, in any field, isn't so much a calling as having a higher purpose, something akin to religion, but not religion. When he studies a composition, he sees the codes that composers have written from their mind and essence. His job is to make these dots and lines come alive, translating the notes so that audiences can receive the ecstasy of humanity.

Music has become his companion, especially in hard times, searching for heaven to take him away. When his father was dying, Ben Hong brought his cello to his bedside and played for him, sharing the intense gift that had bound them together beyond words.

Theater: Megan Mullally's Triumph; Idina Menzel's Bust

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GUYS AND DOLLS *** 1/2 out of ****
IF/THEN * 1/2 out of ****


GUYS AND DOLLS *** 1/2 out of ****
CARNEGIE HALL

Frank Loesser must be the most happy fella in musical theater heaven right. His two greatest shows have just been performed in New York City in productions that could open on Broadway to rapturous acclaim. The Most Happy Fella is playing at City Center's Encores through April 6 and was showered with acclaim. (What I wouldn't do to beg, borrow, or steal a ticket!)

And for one night only, Guys And Dolls was given a benefit performance at Carnegie Hall. (One night only? That's crueler than rolling snake eyes when you've got $5,000 riding on the outcome!) But big deal, right? What could be easier than mounting a production of this sure-fire musical comedy smash filled with great songs? Ha! In fact, Guys And Dolls has only been successfully revived once, back in 1992. Most recently, Craig Bierko, Lauren Graham and Oliver Platt tackled it in 2009 in a version that ran for mere weeks. I saw a pleasant take on it in London with Ewan McGregor as Sky Masterson. He has a thin but personable voice and charmed his way through the part with conviction; unfortunately he was surrounded with several other actors with vocal limitations and that kept it from taking off as well.

So anyone who has seen tepid revivals of Broadway classics knows that it ain't easy to get it right, even when the musical itself is a knock-out. But they sure made it look easy on Thursday night. From the opening moment, when director Jack O'Brien had gangsters wander onstage, stare slack-jawed at the audience and peek over the shoulders of the orchestra, this Guys And Dolls was firing on all cylinders.

The always too-brief "Fugue For Tinhorns" kicked things off and the cast never looked back. Any modest caveats were due simply to the one-night nature of this event. And after weeks of hearing new shows on Broadway and off sung with wavering ability, it was a pleasure and a joy to hear every single part delivered by glorious voices. (With the amusing exception of Steve Schirripa from The Sopranos, who played Big Jule and seemed to be awkwardly mouthing the words when asked to join in the chorus; even that made me smile.)

The story is simplicity itself. Nathan Detroit needs to find a safe joint to hold his crap game, but the cops are putting the squeeze on his usual haunts. Also putting the squeeze on Detroit is his long-suffering fiance Adelaide, who wants to get married already. It's been 14 years and people are starting to talk! Desperate for funds, Detroit makes a can't-miss bet with the gambler Sky Masterson that Sky can't whisk a prim missionary named Sarah Brown off to dinner in Havana, Cuba. Romance blossoms, jokes are told and hilarious, wonderful songs tumble out one after another.

Nathan Lane was born to play Nathan Detroit and obviously his parents knew it. He's probably incapable of giving less than 200% but even so, it's wonderful that after doing the part for so long, he can still tackle it with gusto and wit and charm and make you feel it's opening night. Sierra Boggess is a wonderful Sarah Brown. She makes this sweetheart trying to help others truly sweet, rather than prim. Her highlight was "If I Were A Bell," which she delivered with comic aplomb and hilarious physical comedy. What a wonderful, old-fashioned instrument she has. And what a pity she's only appeared on Broadway in The Little Mermaid, Master Class and The Phantom Of The Opera, which she returns to on May 12.

The great Len Cariou brought warmth to his second act plea to Sarah to embrace love with "More I Cannot Wish You." As happened so often during the performance, at the end of his song, they would pause in place as the applause grew and grew. John Treacy Egan and Christopher Fitzgerald killed with the title number and Egan savored every moment of the show-stopper "Sit Down, You're Rockin' The Boat." Choreography was a trickier task, but the hoofers shone on "The Crapshooters Dance." Heck, even conductor and musical director Rob Fisher got into the act, serving up drinks, wandering off with chorus girls and generally having a grand time. The Orchestra of St. Luke's was in top form, as well.

As Sky Masterson, Patrick Wilson is awkward casting. He has an innate, Gary Cooper-like decency that is all wrong for the dangerous and magnetic gambler. This guy needs reforming? This guy is dangerous? He'd shame a Boy Scout with his trustworthiness, honesty and square-jawed dignity. That said, Wilson sang the part terrifically well and made it easy to understand why a do-gooder missionary would fall for him. On the other hand, it made Nathan Detroit seem like a schmuck for not assuming any girl would fall for Sky in a heartbeat.

It's too easy to pass over Nathan Lane. Of course he's great. But having missed that 1992 revival (Sue me! I was poor and it was a smash.), nothing can match seeing him deliver this iconic part with gusto. Surely it helped that he was paired with Megan Mullally as Adelaide. The great triumph of this benefit concert was to find the heart of the story. The show always delivers laughs but with Mullally (and Boggess) it also had genuine emotion.

It's a dreadful shame that Mullally has only appeared in two shows since debuting on Broadway as a bit player in Grease. She had her breakout role in How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying and then a key turn in the woebegone musical Young Frankenstein. That's it! Pairing her with Adelaide was almost too perfect casting. How could you not expect comic heaven and then churlishly say she fell short?

Guided by the sure hand of director O'Brien, Mullally did much more than knock out a comic gem like "Adelaide's Lament." She created a full, fascinating character, brought her to life and made you love her as much as Nathan Detroit does. It's easy to make Adelaide a scatter-brained ditz. Mullally chose instead to make her fully aware of her predicament, without sacrificing the laughs, either. At the Hot Box Nightclub, she was wonderfully good on "A Bushel And A Peck" and "Take Back Your Mink." Her body curved deliciously this way and that, with her bum seeming to stick out so much it could be a very sexy end table whenever she kissed her man.

And her "Adelaide's Lament" was a joy. Too often, musical numbers that become famous show-stoppers encourage people to aggressively hawk their greatness. I recently saw a woman sing "I Can Cook, Too" from On The Town and she was selling it so hard from the start that I wasn't buying. Here Mullally uses her considerable chops to elevate Adelaide from an empty-headed dingbat to a real girl in love. She delivered the song with self-aware deprecation; this is one cookie who knows exactly what's going on, but darn it she loves the guy. It made the song very funny but also quite moving.

Mullally carried that triumph through the rest of the show, from the even more plaintive "Adelaide's Second Lament" to her great duet with Lane on "Sue Me" (her vocals were rat-a-tat perfection) to the final "Marry The Man Today" with Boggess, a song that should scare the bejeezus out of any commitment-phobic man. When Nathan Detroit sings that he loves her, it's not strictly because she's the sexiest gal in town but something far deeper and more meaningful. That takes the story to another level and gives this Guys And Dolls a genuine beating heart.

Mullally's work was musical comedy of the highest order. And she was surrounded by talent making the most of this one night revival. The only flaw was that the audience couldn't tell their friends to rush out and buy tickets right away.

Here's the Tony Awards performance from the legendary 1992 revival, which also starred Nathan Lane.





IF/THEN * 1/2 out of ****
RICHARD RODGERS THEATRE

With Rent and Wicked and the feature film Frozen to her credit, it's no surprise that Tony winner Idina Menzel was packing them in for the very first preview of the new musical If/Then. From the creators of Next To Normal, it's the story of a woman in New York City and how our lives might take drastically different courses. One afternoon, she fatefully if innocently must choose between attending a protest with her best friend or hanging out with a new one, between answering her cell phone and letting it go to voicemail. As the show progresses, we watch this person's life branch out: in one, she's happily married to a soldier, raising children and teaching; in another she has a very successful career as an urban planner.

The fatal problem with If/Then is that neither of these lives are terribly interesting. They certainly don't reflect or play off one another in any telling or revealing way. The simple fact that both are happening at the same time doesn't make them dramatically engaging. Both lives are pretty darn great (though clearly we're meant to favor the warmth of family over career). The result is a musical that is stillborn with nothing to offer other than that initial Sliding Doors-like gimmick. It's almost curiously bad on every level.

I respected Next To Normal by Tom Kitt (music) and Brian Yorkey (book and lyrics), but I didn't love it like others. Still, with that show's critical acclaim and solid commercial appeal, it was exciting to anticipate what they might do next. Perhaps they were given too much carte blanche or the modest challenge of presenting two parallel storylines sucked up all their energy. Whatever went wrong, it was complete.

Early word that it was hard to tell which "reality" we were in from moment to moment was overblown. It's pretty straightforward: in one reality our hero Elizabeth (Menzel) wears glasses and loves her soldier husband Josh (a strapping James Snyder). Her best friend Lucas (Anthony Rapp) -- who is bisexual -- meets and falls in love with the soldier's best friend, a doctor no less (the very appealing Jason Tam). In the other reality, she's lured into becoming an urban planner for New York City and does great things, shaping the lives of people, helping remarkable projects happen and even incorporating the needs and desires of activists like Lucas (though it's awfully hard to turn an additional 1000 units of low income housing into a rousing number). Lucas, by the way, spends this reality pining for Elizabeth. In both, she's got the support of Kate (the welcoming presence of LaChanze), who will be the first to tell you she's one hell of a good kindergarten teacher.



That's it. We follow her storylines and each one is dull, albeit filled with the usual ups and downs of life. It's not like one decision leads to tragedy and another to triumph or we revel in the clever ways her lives play off one another. Again, the career path is slightly less rosy, with Elizabeth hitting on her married boss and remaining single. But in both she becomes pregnant, in both she has great guys asking her to be with them forever. In both she is as in control of her destiny as any human can be. (Tragedy and outside forces naturally factor in, as they will.)

I must assume the creative team is not so retrograde as to suggest a woman choosing a career path is unfulfilled and miserable. Still, they come awfully close with abortion and that possible affair seeming to drag Elizabeth down. But really, since her boss clearly has feelings for her and repeatedly says his marriage is all but dead, would it be so dreadful if he left his wife and they got together? If this musical wanted to show a woman making one bad decision after another, they needed more than kissing a man who shows up at your apartment unannounced at 9:30 at night with a lame excuse about why he's there.

So what does this elaborate structure reveal? Why did it drive the creation of If/Then? Surely Kitt and Yorkey realized it's actually a cliche to talk about how one fateful decision (however innocuous) can change your life. Whatever their intentions, the banal nature of the stories being told leads to muddled work by all involved.

The set design by Mark Wendland and lighting by Kenneth Posner are a mess. The set has a vague, split-level structure. When they're in the park, trees float in the air. Once in a while, people stand on a raised platform, sometimes for a good reason (they're on a fire escape or roof), more often for not. But it's a muddy, unclear and almost entirely unnecessary visual plan. Similarly, the lighting comes into play when the setting is more abstract; sometimes there are green blobs in the background, sometimes they're blue or silver.

The costumes and wigs make no impression but the vocal arrangements by Annmarie Milazzo are notably awkward and discordant. On even the sloppiest shows, when the cast raises its voice in song, usually the sound is appealing. Here, the voices almost never blend well, though I blame the score and songs far more. Indeed, there's a vague, acoustic guitar vibe lost in the mix during the opening number (the sound is by Brian Ronan and, again, you can't make something bad sound good). Numbers glide by without leaving any impression whatsoever, especially in the first act.

The program does not list individual songs, but things improve a tad in the second act. A song I'll call "Walking By A Wedding" has some specific and vivid lines that actually reveal our heroine's innermost feelings in a fresh way. And Snyder as the soldier husband Josh has a pretty good number about being an expectant dad. That's it, with Menzel's 11 o'clock number of empowerment falling flat, even though the audience has been waiting the entire evening for the actress to unleash those steel-clad, Merman-like pipes of hers and really let loose.

The choreography of Larry Keigwin involves some desultory twirling and a few angular moves and little else, though the dancers -- led by the hard-working and personable Curtis Holbrook -- did what they could with this modest fare. The direction by Michael Greif (Rent, Grey Gardens, Next To Normal) is workmanlike but anonymous, just like the material.

With such generic characters, what can you say about the actors? LaChanze is a warm, appealing presence when she arrives, but is so unnecessary to the story she slowly fades into the background. Rapp is simply forced to glide by on the nebbishy charm he's often been forced to repeat ever since Rent. The deadly dull book is at its worst with jokes about his activism, with dreadful jokes about dining at Applebee's and other mediocre gibes. One feels sorry for this talent. Snyder is certainly a handsome actor but the role of Josh begins and ends with one trait: Nice Guy in a Uniform. This is a Lifetime TV movie and the show doesn't care about him at all; he has no personality, no drive, no quirks, no details that remotely bring this half of the show's romance to life.

Stephen (Jerry Dixon) is the boss who is constantly tracking down Elizabeth and offering her the job opportunities of a lifetime, which she annoyingly rejects until he finally forces her into them. Dear god, where's this man in my life? But again, his "troubled" marriage (he bitches, but it's actually fine) and his fairy tale godfather desire to grant Elizabeth's wishes are all we ever know about him. Tam is very believable as a love interest for Lucas but only because of the actor's innate charm; he too has no particular personality and just sweeps Lucas out of a squatter's nightmare into his home with an organic garden in the background. Tamika Lawrence can do nothing with the assistant Elena because like every other character in the show, Elena feels anonymous and dispensable.

Menzel is lost amidst all this jumping around. Since the book doesn't show Elizabeth becoming a particularly different sort of person in either reality, it's basically the same person in both tales. She can't differentiate between them (other than whipping her glasses on and off) because the show hasn't done so either. Sure, she can belt it out at the end, but nothing sounds more empty than a big note being held in a vacuous song. It's a shame she waited ten years to return to Broadway with this.

SPOILER: As the final, almost laughable nail in the coffin, the show ends in a remarkable way. Surely the entire purpose of If/Then was to show how decisions both large and small can take our life in dramatically different directions. But they absurdly undercut this idea at the last second. In the storyline where Elizabeth chose marriage and children, she is still handed the plum assignment of a lifetime: the remodeling of a new Penn Station. In the storyline where Elizabeth chose an important and satisfying career, she still gets to meet and fall in love with the Josh, the soldier man of her dreams. So no matter what you choose, you can have it all? Huh? END OF SPOILER

If they wanted to show how different paths can lead to the same destination, the show needed to be rewritten from top to bottom. Of course, it needed that anyway.


THEATER OF 2014

Beautiful: The Carole King Musical ***
Rodney King ***
Hard Times ** 1/2
Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead **
I Could Say More *
The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner **
Machinal ***
Outside Mullingar ***
A Man's A Man * 1/2
The Tribute Artist ** 1/2
Transport **
Prince Igor at the Met **
The Bridges Of Madison County ** 1/2
Kung Fu (at Signature) **
Stage Kiss ***
Satchmo At The Waldorf ***
Antony and Cleopatra at the Public **
All The Way ** 1/2
The Open House (Will Eno at Signature) ** 1/2
Wozzeck (at Met w Deborah Voigt and Thomas Hampson and Simon O'Neill)
Hand To God ***
Tales From Red Vienna **
Appropriate (at Signature) *
Rocky * 1/2
Aladdin ***
Mothers And Sons **
Les Miserables *** 1/2
Breathing Time * 1/2
Cirque Du Soleil's Amaluna * 1/2
Heathers The Musical * 1/2
Red Velvet, at St. Ann's Warehouse ***
Broadway By The Year 1940-1964 *** 1/2
A Second Chance **
Guys And Dolls *** 1/2
If/Then * 1/2

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Civil Rights Protest Song 'We Shall Overcome' Inspires 'We Will Know,' a Hymn for the LGBT Community

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I recently got the chance to interview award-winning composer Omar Thomas about his latest release, "We Will Know," a musical work of art that breathes new life into the word "movement."

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Following the success of his debut release, I Am, Omar secured a grant in 2013 to compose, arrange, and produce an album to reconcile the perceived incongruities between LGBT and black communities in the United States.

Per the virtual release event, existing at the intersection of black civil rights and LGBT civil rights, "We Will Know" is a historic, first-of-its-kind original work that invokes genres of music unique to the black American experience as a way of underscoring the experiences of LGBT persons in America over the past 90 years.

In Omar's artist statement, he states:

"The beauty and madness of this work is that it is a composition based on juxtaposition, promoting a social movement written in a genre (jazz) pioneered by a group that historically has an aversion to the group for which the piece is created. Though it is written in solidarity with the LGBT movement, it is anchored by styles and songs created by and for the African-American experience."


Each of the four movements plays a specific role in framing the realities of LGBT persons across the country.

  • The first movement, "Hymn," is a rallying protest song -- that glue that holds together all significant social movements -- which the LGBT movement has been without for all these years.


  • The second movement, "In Memoriam," is a brief elegy that commemorates the lives of those lost and those facing real danger in the face of ignorance and fear.


  • The longest of the movements, "Meditation," provides the listener a safe place for reflection and catharsis.


  • And, the final movement, "May 9th, 2012," combines the original hymnsong with Charles Albert Tindley's iconic black civil rights song "We Shall Overcome" to celebrate the day an American president (and also our first black president) first publicly supported marriage equality.


LGBT civil rights are at the forefront of contemporary social and political discourse. The power of music to serve, inspire, and archive movements is a necessary part of that conversation, one that this young, musician, and self-described "artivist" is committed to facilitating through his music.

On Music, Movements, and Identity: Interview With Black and Gay Composer Omar Thomas

I'm gonna get right into it... "We Will Know: An LGBT Civil Rights Piece in Four Movements." That's a bold title! And, if I must say, such a beautiful gift to black LGBT people, or any of us who live our lives at the intersection. What inspired the project?

I got the idea to compose an LGBT civil rights piece after numerous failed attempts at sounding intelligible on an "It Gets Better" video.

No... [laughs] Really?

True story. I really wanted to contribute to the message and success of the "It Gets Better" campaign, but couldn't find the words. I'm not a writer. I'm a musician. So it dawned on me in that moment... Music is a language at which I'm adept -- my chosen language of love and protest. I mean, clearly I was failing so miserably to express myself in English while trying to make that "It Gets Better" video. So I decided right then and there that I'd make my contribution to the groundswell of awareness and support for LGBT -- "the movement" -- using my natural talent and gift: music.

Mmm, I love that. It's a really beautiful thing to witness someone stepping so boldly into their purpose. Did you ever imagine you would release an album like this?

To be able to communicate so effectively using music is a gift. It only made sense that my contributions to human rights take the form of a musical statement. And honestly, the creation of this piece felt inevitable, really, as if my growth as a composer, educator, and socially-conscious citizen were all leading to the creation of this work.

This is your second album. Your first earned you a Boston Music Award for Best Jazz Artist in 2012. You've called "We Will Know" one of your most important pieces of work to date. What hopes do you have for the EP?

From the side of the music, I hope the movements in 'We Will Know' highlight the gamut of emotions that have underscored the LGBT civil rights struggle -- and triumphs -- of the past century. I want the experience of listening to the album to feel like catharsis, of the personally political kind.

The album is definitely a conversation starter.

Music is a commonality we all share. Just one of many. But its universality makes it the ideal ambassador for the multiple connections and commonalities we have across all our experiences. Its convening power brings us all closer to a singular human story, one that I truly believe is at the nucleus of our human experience.

Omar, you teach "Harmony" at a university. Can you please explain -- to those of us with a limited jazz vocabulary -- what that means? Listening to you talk about music, movements, and unity, "Harmony" does seem fitting as the name of a class you would teach.

(laughs) "Harmony" at Berklee College of Music is the study of contemporary music theory. The study of melody, harmony, and rhythm in popular song. As music mirrors life and vice versa, I always find creative ways to discuss various aspects of life in my classes.

Speaking of teaching, has your identity as an out musician influenced or impacted your role as an educator in any way?

I'd like to think it has been positive. I have a simple personal mandate: to live authentically and to do the best I can, as an educator, as a musician, and as a citizen, so that those who feel empowered by the labels of "gay," "black," and the combination of the two will feel seen, uplifted. I'm not the only gay black musician out there. There are many who came before me, whose shoulders I stand on, and more will come afterwards. I honor them by being visible.

Somewhat related, on visible black and LGBT icons. Each year during Black History Month, I see the same names of black and LGBT leaders mentioned -- e.g. James Baldwin, Audre Lorde, Bayard Rustin, etc. Many writers, political activists, etc. As a young, gay, black, and aspiring musician, who did you look up to?

Billy Strayhorn. Hands down. The right-hand man to the great Edward Kennedy "Duke" Ellington. So great was his talent, his poise, and his presence that literally no one cared about his orientation. Okay, maybe they did but they got over it. Who knows. I'm sure he had his own share of struggle. But he never minced words about his sexuality, nor did her ever hide. In the early half of the 20th century. In America. As a black man. As a gay, black man. What courage! His story has always resonated with me.

I have to ask, especially given that you're a self-identified black and gay musician who's just released an EP calling for equal rights. And Macklemore just won a Grammy for "Same Love." Where do you stand on musical accolades being about the music vs. the political messages they convey? Can we, actually, separate them?

For me, being a musician, or a chef, or a writer, or a painter, or a dancer, is all about authenticity and vulnerability. If one's art is to ring true, one's identity must ring true through one's art.

Anyone who is using their voice to further ideas of universality and oneness deserve to be commended, but only if they do so with respect to context, meaning where their contribution fits in the narrative of those who've come before them in this fight.

That being said, a positive message is a positive message, and good music is good music. These two concepts are mutually exclusive. If a work is to be critiqued based on the strength of its message, then so be it. If it is to be critiqued on its musical strengths and merits, so be it. If both are present and are formidable, all the better.

Anything else you'd like folks to know?

I'm encouraging everyone to start using the hashtag #iamtheintersection to continue the dialog about multiple identities, shared history, and oneness. You can follow me at @omarthomasmusic on Twitter and Facebook/omarthomasmusic to join the conversation.

Stage Door: Aladdin, If/Then

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Disney knows about brand extensions. If it works as a movie, it will probably be revamped as a Broadway musical: Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, Little Mermaid and now Aladdin.

Currently at the New Amsterdam Theater, Aladdin is a big, campy Las Vegas-style show. This isn't the Julie Taymor artistry of Lion King. This is a big-budget blowout of skimpy Arabian Nights costumes meets Victoria's Secrets. Yet it's such high-spirited kitsch that given the audience reaction, it's clearly hit its target demo.

And yes, Aladdin even supplies a magic carpet ride.

Director Casey Nicholaw, who helmed the incomparable The Drowsy Chaperone and co-directed The Book of Mormon, has orchestrated an evening of silly, high-energy fun. Composer Alan Menken and lyricist Howard Ashman wrote songs for the movie version. Ashman died in 1991 and only a few of their songs are here. Tim Rice and Chad Beguelin, who also wrote the book for this stage adaptation, supply lyrics for the rest.

The story -- poor boy Aladdin (Adam Jacobs) who falls for the beautiful princess Jasmine (Courtney Reed) -- is a crowd pleaser. She's got to choose a suitor, while her father the Sultan (Clifton Davis) despairs of her feminist overtones and evil Jafar (Jonathan Freeman) plots to usurp the kingdom.

The magic begins when Aladdin rubs the enchanted lamp and Genie (James Monroe Iglehart) gleefully emerges. He gives his astounded new master three wishes -- "You Never Had a Friend Like Me" -- one of which transforms him into Prince Ali to woo Jasmine. Most of the musical adheres to the animated movie, though Ali's monkey Abu is gone, replaced by three pals. But the subplot, the friendship between Genie and Aladdin, is as highlighted as the center-stage romance.

The sets, courtesy of Bob Crowley, are lifted from the animated storyboards and supply the requisite exotic atmosphere, but its Gregg Barnes' costumes on parade that contribute the wow factor. (More modest versions of the on-stage extravaganza are available at merchandise stands in the lobby.) This zippy production has a hard-working cast; Freeman and Iglehart attack their roles with relish.

Best of all, the flying carpet has no visible wires or fancy gizmos. Admittedly, Aladdin is a bit goofy, over-the-top and larded with food gags -- "It's not right to bully! "Did somebody say tabouleh?" -- but who cares? Families will love it.

Conversely, concept musicals can be tricky; If/Then is a concept that fizzled. You know you're in trouble when a woman, who posits two separate, equally mundane life options, has to sing a ballad about decisions titled: "What the Fuck?"

The woman is Idina Menzel, who nabbed a Tony for Wicked. She's got a powerful voice, but it's utilized here in a small, banal effort. If/Then at the Richard Rodgers Theater, lacks dramatic tension and interesting characters. It's all so politically correct: The divorced urban planner has two sets of best friends -- lesbians and gay men -- and neither moves beyond stereotypes.

Menzel plays two roles: Beth, an emotionally gun shy, but ambitious city planner, and Liz, a woman who takes her chances and goes where the wind blows: "Once everyday your life starts again." In Liz's case, it's into the arms of Josh (James Snyder), a sweet doctor/Army reservist she meets by chance.

Destiny and fate are heady topics for drama, but to ensure they are captivating, the road not taken has to be a compelling one. Instead, Brian Yorkey's lyrics, and Tom Kitt's music, fail to inspire. The team produced the moving Next to Normal, but this round, normal is code for mundane.

That's not for want of trying. The high-voltage Menzel goes through her paces, accompanied by her boss/friend Stephen (Jerry Dixon), excruciatingly earnest housing activist Lucas (Anthony Rapp) and kindergarten teacher Kate (a fun LaChanze), alongside their amiable mates (Jenn Colella and Jason Tam). All do their best, but If/Then doesn't move past predictable ends: careerist vs. neurotic free spirit. Whichever road Beth/Liz takes, and all the clichés are here, will be fraught with both rewards and heartache. No one's life comes with a guarantee.

And while planners may envision an affordable New York City in college, in real life, the developers' political clout renders that dream all but quixotic. Manhattan may have been a low-rent haven for bohemians 50 years ago; but today, even a rattrap studio costs the earth. (The one song Lucas should be singing is "Bring Back Rent Control.")

Photo: Cylla von Tiedemann

Philadelphia Mural Arts: The World's Largest Outdoor Art Gallery

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In 1984, several overactive graffiti taggers were given the option to either go to jail or take part in a new city beautification initiative. Since then, the Philadelphia Mural Arts Program has overseen the creation of over 3,800 pieces of art painted on sides of buildings. Of those, 2,000 are still viewable by the public, making this collection the "World's Largest Outdoor Art Gallery."

Building on the correct assumptions that graffiti taggers had innate talent, didn't mind working from scaffolding four stories high, and would never mar their own work, the Mural Arts Program has created a win-win situation for the city of Philadelphia, PA.

"Art ignites change," said Jane Golden, Executive Director of Mural Arts. "It has transcendent power."

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A couple of decades ago, most news coming out of Philadelphia was not good. Neighborhoods were on fire, crime was out of control. But the last ten or fifteen years has seen a renaissance of sorts here, due in large part to the integration of the arts as a vital source of income, pleasure and meaning. "In Philly, artists actually get work," Golden states. "The Mural Arts Program employs several full time artists and contracts with about two hundred annually. It's the modern WPA!" Over $2.2 million per year goes to the art community.

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One of these artists is Parris Stancell, a Fleischer and Philadelphia College of Art grad who painted his first mural in 1991. He's been a full-time employee since 1998, and is now working on a piece for the Puerto Rico Cultural Center on 5th and Lehigh. Though Stancell used to be "old school" -- painting directly on the side of buildings -- he now uses what has come to be standard in mural design, five by five foot polyurethane fabric panels referred to as "parachute cloth," making it easier to continue painting inside through inclement and freezing weather. Stancell's work in progress -- Taller Puertoriqueno -- will utilize 120 of these panels.

Each mural begins as a few sketches, and is generally chosen by a committees made up of neighborhood captains and district leaders. At this time, there are over two thousand requests for murals all over Philadelphia, but most will not meet all of the requirements: a large wall, a great view and an engaged community.

Mural Arts offers fabulous internship and apprentice programs, both creating new art and, under the tutelage of a conservator from the Getty Museum, maintaining and restoring existing murals. Golden calls it both "aspirational and pragmatic."

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These days, the Mural Arts Program is a multi-pronged institution. Yes, the tours are excellent ways to learn about Philadelphia history and landmarks while gazing on some of the best artwork outside of world-class museums. But Mural Arts also serves the community at large in very significant ways.

The Art Education Program supports kids ages 9-22 through after-school art classes and workshops.

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The Restorative Justice Program includes inmates and men on parole, criminals and victims together to address life skills and community-building.

The Porch Light Program creates opportunities for those suffering from mental health issues, a drastically underserved demographic. "Some people are only able to communicate through their art," says Dr. Arthur Evans, Director of Department of Behavioral Health. Stressing the importance of art to people in treatment, Evans declares, "Art reconnects people to what it means to be human."

"Public art builds connections and fosters collaboration where we never thought we'd see it," Golden says.

In 1997 and 1998, the one Mural Tour offered proved so popular, the program has expanded to over seven different tours -- conducted on trolleys, by foot, in private cars and on trains.

Yes, the incredibly popular tour for romantics, The Love Letter Train, takes place on the SEPTA elevated railway. Renowned artist Stephen Powers created fifty murals, like Berma Shave signs, that together form a love letter from a guy to a girl. It's like a treasure hunt along the train tracks.

All proceeds from the tours are funneled back into the Mural Arts Program.

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This year, 2014, Mural Arts is adding two new trolley tours: America's First Highway Tour, through which you'll discover murals along Route 30- the Old Lincoln Highway -- now Lancaster Ave., and Philly's Reimagined Landscape addressing the city's industrial past through the Frankford and Kensington neighborhoods.

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The Reimagined Landscapes Tour takes you through neighborhoods transitioning from manufacturing to residential. Once the "Workshop of the World," Philadelphia had 350 textile mills, 21 tanneries, 16 umbrella factories -- and myriad other industries. The Mural Tour brings you by Paul Santileria's Bird's Eye View of the Philly Seaport, Meg Seligman's American Flag (at a massive 2,881 sq ft., it's one square foot for each victim), a collage on a wall of City Fitness facing traffic-jammed I-95, cleverly referencing the advantages of bicycle-riding, a Celtic Knot above the doors of Finnegan's Wake Pub, Cinema Verde by Dennis Haugh celebrating the reclamation of a once-blighted Northern Liberties park, The Jewelry Box on the Towey Rec Center envisioned by lead artists Delia King and Brad Carney and painted by inmates of the PA Prison system, My North Philly depiction of industry and neighborhoods rendered by David McShane, How We Fish on the side of the Garment Worker's Union Day Care Center about the value of all kinds of work, and several school playgrounds reinvigorated with the help of the Philadelphia Eagles who paint side by side with volunteers on "Eagles Paint Day" once a year.

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Extending outside of Center City, Mural Arts is changing the way neglected or distressed neighborhoods see themselves, and the results are astronomically beneficial. "A wall changes, a person changes, a community changes," says Golden. "The mural becomes a beacon of hope."

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Malerie Yolen-Cohen would like to thank Mural tour guide Rich DiLullo for introducing her to the stunning artwork and history on Philadelphia's buildings

Check out GetawayMavens.com for more ideas on what to do, where to eat and stay in Philadelphia and other destinations in the Northeast.

Photo credit: Malerie Yolen-Cohen

Pilgrimage to Gibran

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In the wake of a spate of deadly bombings in and around Beirut, I felt like I needed to get out of the city to clear my mind. Tired of the toxicity of hate, and disturbed by the carnage of rockets and bombs, I decided to make a mini-pilgrimage of peace to the final resting place of Khalil Gibran.

Though I'm usually a solitary traveler, I joined up with some out-of-town tourists for a Sunday morning excursion to the Khalil Gibran Museum. Sitting next to me in the van was a middle-aged man from Iraq, who had seen his beloved Baghdad blown to bits. Behind me was a young woman from Ukraine, who couldn't return home because the airport was closed. As for me, I was worried about a student whose house had been blown up by a bomb in Beirut. Though we were all strangers, none of us were strangers to violence, and neither was Khalil Gibran.

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As our van weaved through the Wadi Qadisha, the "sacred valley" once populated by Christian hermits and Sufis, I looked up at the snow-capped mountains, and remembered the first time I read The Prophet. It was on a snow day in middle school when I was trapped at home, and my mom suggested I read Gibran's mystical masterpiece -- published after World War I when many were "hungry for beauty, for truth." Little did I know at the time, as I snuggled up on the couch with his "strange little book," that I would one day live in the land he loved -- even though it was (and still is) a "snarled political knot," a religious "chess game," and an "international problem."


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Church bells were ringing in the distance when we reached Bsharre (بْشَرِّيْ‎), where Gibran was born in 1883 under Ottoman rule. After we parked next to the Monastery of Mar Sarkis, where he is buried, I walked to the edge of the plateau to gaze at the mountains he sketched in charcoal as a child -- before his mother, fleeing financial ruin and sectarian violence, took him and his siblings to Boston.

As our group stepped through the cedar door of the museum, we were given a map of the monastery's sixteen rooms, which hold over a hundred of Gibran's original paintings. His artistic gift was first discovered and nurtured by avant-garde artists in Boston when he was just twelve-years-old and enrolled in an arts and crafts class at Denison House -- a settlement house for the poor.

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While photographing his paintings of nude women, dancers and centaurs, I spotted a few portraits of the women who had touched his life, such as his patron and confidante Mary Haskell, and his mother -- who died of TB, as did two of her children, in the slums of Boston's South End.

In an artistic style inspired by the mystical paintings of Eugene Carrière, Gibran's dream-like landscapes and solitary nude figures reminded me of the theme of spiritual transcendence that flows through his writing. The artist who "kept Jesus in one half of his bosom and Muhammad in the other," believed that a universal "religion of the heart" could create harmony between people of different faiths. Strongly influenced by Sufism, Gibran once wrote, "I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit."

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As I wandered from room to room, I was kept company by the soothing sound of a small spring sputtering from the stone wall. The sign hanging above the water channel, which read "The Prophet's Spring," reminded me that Gibran promoted the beauty of nature as an antidote to the damage materialism inflicts on the soul.

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While surveying the fading titles in his large collection of books, I felt grateful for the unexpected glimpse into the mind of the poet. On the museum's dusty bookshelves, I spotted Chekhov, Shakespeare, Whitman, Goethe, Balzac, Rousseau, Hugo, and Poe -- along with The Kingdom of Happiness and Life in Freedom by Krishnamurti, and Human Personality and its Survival of Bodily Death by Frederic William Henry Myers. Near the books, in vitrines lining the wall, were porcelain figures from Asia, an Egyptian servant statue that looked fake, and a leather suitcase with a metal plate which read:

K. Gibran
51 West 10th street NW

Admiring this worn artifact from the years when Gibran paid just $20.78 a month in rent to live in Greenwich Village, I thought of all the other eyes that had seen it too. After all, Gibran's social circle was composed of the best artists and thinkers of the day -- W.B. Yeats, Carl Jung, Gertrude Stein, Abdu'l-Bahá, Auguste Rodin, Sarah Bernhardt, and Ruth St. Denis.

Though Gibran's art was shown at several prestigious galleries in New York, he never gave up his fight for the poor. One day, after witnessing a noon-time tide of workers in Manhattan, he remarked, "This procession is of slavery. The rich are rich because they can control labor for little payment." In a piece entitled "The Plutocrat," Gibran called the figure of an insatiable capitalist a "man-headed, iron-hoofed monster who ate of the earth and drank of the sea incessantly."

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Though it was hard to decipher his handwriting in several letters displayed in a large glass case, my Egyptological training came in handy as I transcribed a letter he addressed to Mary Haskell in 1916 -- a year when dozens were hanged in Beirut and Damascus on suspicion of treason, and monasteries were converted into fortresses.

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My people, the people of Mount Lebanon, are perishing through a famine, which has been planned by the Turkish government. 80,000 already died. Thousands are dying every day. The same things that happened in Armenia are happening in Syria. Mt. Lebanon, being a Christian country, is suffering the most.

You can imagine Mary what I am going through just now. I cannot sleep nor eat nor rest. All the Syrians here are being tortured in the same way. We are trying to do our best. We must save those who are still alive. Oh Mary, it is too much to bear, too much. Pray for us beloved Mary help us with your thoughts.

love from suffering,

Khalil

Motivated by the belief that war "robs one's soul of its silence," Gibran became the secretary of the Syrian-Mount Lebanon Relief Committee, and raised hundreds of thousands of dollars in humanitarian aid to ship on a steamer to Syria. For his fierce attacks on the hypocrisy and corruption of both the church and state -- along with fanaticism in all its forms -- his books were burned in Beirut, and he received death threats in America. As he once wrote: "The work I have been born to do has nothing to do with brush or pen."

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Though Gibran wanted to spend his final years "in fruitful work and peaceful meditation" in the abandoned Monastery of Mar Sarkis, he died at St. Vincent's Hospital in New York before he got the chance. In his memory, Mary and his sister Marianna purchased his beloved monastery, where his body lies today in an underground grotto surrounded by his paintings.

As I sauntered down the stone steps leading into his crypt, I saw a slim silhouette projected onto the wall, next to these words: I AM ALIVE LIKE YOU AND I AM STANDING BESIDE YOU. Comforted by his posthumous presence, I stepped towards the small opening in the rock to pay my respects to the gifted artist whose life was marred by factional violence but transformed into a compelling cry for peace.

When my fellow travelers and I stepped back into the van, I was no longer lamenting the dire state of the world. For Gibran, the "old corrupt tree of civilization," in all its tragic forms, was "a supreme motive for spiritual awakening." Peace and liberation were not to be found in the "putrefied corpse" of the state, but in the loving heart freed from all attachments.

As my Iraqi and Ukrainian friends and I drove away from the museum towards the snow-covered Cedars, I could hear his words still speaking: "Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen."

Women Empower Through Samba-Reggae Rhythms

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You can hear the drums from a mile away. The pulse of the Surdo, heavy beats, the heart of the samba band; the Dobra, carrying the melody; the Repique adding snappy sounds alongside the Snare. The beats draw people in and keep crowds entranced.

I am with the Batalettes of Batala Washington, an Afro-Brazilian, samba reggae band of DC. Founded in 2007, 80 women now make up the group, but there are around 30 drummers at the 9:30 club on a Saturday morning practicing for upcoming performances, such as the Cherry Blossom's Festival Parade on Saturday, April 5. Batala Washington seeks to spread Brazilian culture and empower women through the power of music and drumming. Last year, they taught kids drumming in Marvin Gaye Riverside Community Center in NE DC.

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Batala, Knotting Hill, UK Carnival 2011 (Flickr, Simon Ingram)

The event these Batalettes are most excited for is El Encontro -- Portuguese for "the meeting" -- between the 29 Batala bands worldwide. "We are honored to be hosting El Encontro this year," said the music director, Alison Rodden. It is the first time it has been hosted in the United States. Each year, an Encontro is hosted in a different location. Over 300 percussionists from all over come together, share local culture, convene workshops, and learn new material from Batala's founder, Giba Gonçalves. Rodden said, "although there are many language barriers, the music is taught through playback and hand signs, so musicians can teach each other new beats -- and ultimately, the drum and rhythm are a common language between all of us."

Brandi Stevenson, the Vice President of the Board of Directors for Batala Washington said, "This year, El Encontro will be a four day cultural event, full of workshops, activities and performances." Batalettes will play guerilla performances accompanied by Capoeira dancing throughout the city, participate in the DC Capital Pride Parade, and Discover Strathmore -- Sounds of Brazil, and enjoy DC culture, while sharing their own culture with the city through Batala.

With hundreds of percussionists in the District from June 4 through 8, there's no telling where they will turn up, whether at the Drum Circle in Meridian Hill Park, or on a street corner near you. Be sure to catch them at the Strathmore and in the Pride Parade -- in the meantime listen for the beat and follow the music!

Online Piracy Finally In the Crosshairs

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On March 13, the Congressional Subcommittee on copyright reform held hearings on proposed revisions to the DMCA, Digital Millennium Copyright Act. Those invited to testify were evenly split between those who represented the tech industry and those who represented the artist and Copyright. Maria Schneider, a Grammy Award Winner, was the lone artist represented on the panel. She presented honest, impassioned testimony framing the serious challenges of out-of-control piracy from an artist's perspective.

Written in 1998, with the intent of protecting both copyright holders and website owners, the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, quickly became a devastating problem for copyright holders. Not coincidentally, barely a year later, in 1999, Shawn Fanning launched Napster, marking the beginning of online piracy and over a decade of artist abuse.

Now, fifteen years later, most pirate sites are still operating under the protection provided by the DMCA's Safe Harbor; a loop-hole that has enabled pirate sites to thrive in a quasi-legal gray area. A safe harbor from which online pirates claim compliance by engaging in what is commonly referred to as whack-a-mole, a process where infringing sites comply with take down notices by taking down the infringing content only to have the same content reposted almost immediately from another source.

The proposed change referred to as Stay Down strives to eliminate the safe harbor loop-hole. Copyright holders and administrators, while still responsible for policing their work, are only responsible for notifying a website operator one time. Once that is accomplished, the hosting site is now responsible for blocking the infringing content. A process that can be managed by software programs. If a service provider fails to comply they are in violation of the law.

The Stay Down provision and the problems caused by safe harbor were the key revisions being heard by the subcommittee.

After watching all three hours of testimony, it was clear that the congressional representatives, understood just how bad things had become for artists. It was nothing less than a revelation for those like myself who have been following the destruction of piracy for years. Every member of the subcommittee saw the need to provide greater protection for the individual artist. The cruel absurdity of hundreds of millions of nearly worthless take down notices every year was finally inescapable.

The tech industry has always been very adept at redirecting any discussion that threatens to regulate their business, but this time with years of documented abuse, even the tenacious representative from Google was unable to make much headway. Her main point was how hard Google was fighting alongside artists and how Google was providing a new streamlined method for copyright holders to file take down notices. Really, a more efficient way to file worthless take down notices? Fortunately, none of the Congressmen were buying into this subterfuge.

Congresswoman Judy Chu, a job creation advocate from California, provided real time proof that Google was failing in burying pirated sites in their search results. Barely typing in a few keystrokes associated with the Oscar Winning Film, 12 Years a Slave, numerous pirate sites appeared immediately on her iPad near the top of Google's first search page. Unfazed, the representative from Google continued to extoll the progress that was being made by her company in pushing these pirate sites down in their rankings.

With Amazement, Ms. Chu alluded to the fact that at the very moment Google's representative was responding, Ms. Chu was literally looking at search results on her iPad. Sometimes, reality is irrefutable, even when confronted by the sharpest of minds.

Why are search companies, like Google, so determined to maintain the status quo? The answer is simple. For all the claims about innovation and the power of the Internet to drive our ailing economy, the Internet is totally dependent upon content. Without it, they simply have warehouses filled with empty servers and endless bandwidth. The key to their explosive financial growth is dependent upon unlimited, cheap access to quality content.

Irregardless of the facts, Google's unofficial spokesperson, Michael Masnick of techdirt is already fiercely pounding the drum comparing stay down to the failed SOPA. The two are very different and, yes, Google will invoke the free speech card like they always do when they don't want to play by the rules, unless it's their rules. Google stay down and see what you find.

What they fail to take into account is that someday, soon, they will run through all the great content produced over the last fifty year and find themselves desperate. Desperate for the great content that was created because someone was willing to pay for it.

Ultimately, the other real loser is the audience. Fans, like myself, who understand that greatness is not a part time job or a hobby. It is someone's years of hard work and dedication. Someone who needs to be able to earn a living wage while they dedicate themselves to their work.

The Stay Down legislation makes sense and is way overdue. It is time to finally do something that supports our artists, musicians, filmmakers, authors, photographers, software developers, video game developers and everyone in the creative community whose work merits pay.

First Nighter: Check Out 'Hellman v. McCarthy,' 'Red Velvet,' 'Heathers'

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On January 20, 1980 Mary McCarthy, never known to mince words in print or in person, was asked on Dick Cavett's PBS talk show whom she considered overrated writers. After a moment's thought, Lillian Hellman came to her mind. Of the playwright-memoirist, she blurted a few damning comments, including the sentence "I once said in an interview that every word she writes is a lie, including 'and' and 'the.'"

According to Hellman v. McCarthy, now at the June Havoc, the ailing, failing Hellman was tuned in -- with male companion Ryan Hobbs at her side -- and was so incensed she launched a libel suit for the kind of money McCarthy wasn't able to pay.

The incident, which delighted literati everywhere, titillated Brian Richard Mori so much that he's concocted a brisk and pithy 90-minuter in which Roberta Maxwell plays the foul-mouthed Hellman, Marcia Rodd plays the sharp-tongued McCarthy and Dick Cavett plays his quick-witted self with that typical form of self-effacement that so often comes across as self-aggrandizement.

On an extremely attractive and adaptable set by Andrew Lu, the focal figures -- often joined by Ryan (Rowan Michael Meyer) and the women's lawyers (Peter Brouwer and Jeff Woodman) -- go at each other as the legal suit drags on. It only ends at Hellman's 1984 death with nothing resolved, but much time, energy and cash spent. Plenty of gossip about their writers' circle is bandied, including quips about the men in their lives and in each other's life. That's certainly good fun, although Edmund Wilson, from whom McCarthy was divorced, wouldn't have enjoyed it.

Deftly directed throughout by Jan Buttram, Hellman v. McCarthy has its best scene when, supposedly having agreed to apologize, McCarthy visits the libeled(?) party and with smart lines fired like buckshot, the stated purpose is nowhere near achieved.

At its finish, Cavett notes that the previous exchange is completely made up, but how nice Mori included it. Whether Mori wrote all of Cavett's lines may not be, since so much of what the host-raconteur says sounds like the sorts of things he often extemporized in front of the camera. When the action ends, Cavett also takes a few questions and remains generous about that as well. In his instance, the "and"s and "the"s are as funny as anything else he utters.
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Ira Aldridge was a 19th-century black American actor who became famous on the British stage and is depicted as such in the opening scene of Red Velvet, now at St. Ann's Warehouse with the dynamic Adrian Lester in the title role.

Though Aldridge had been building a reputation in the English hinterlands, he was little known around London, where one fateful night he was abruptly brought in to replace the indisposed Edmund Kean as Othello. It's Aldridge's troubled experience there to which playwright Lolita Chakrabarti flashes back for the bulk of her powerful grip of a play.

Engaged by entrepreneur Pierre Laporte (Eugene O'Hare) without his alerting the other members of the cast -- one of them Kean's bitter, untalented son Charles (Oliver Ryan) -- Aldridge isn't immediately taken to the company bosom. The idea of a black actor assuming the role of the Moor set some of them back. Not, however, leading lady Ellen Tree (Charlotte Lucas), who's impressed with Aldridge's more naturalistic approach to the role.

It's clear that the evolution of acting styles is one of Chakrabarti's interests, though she's subtle about it as Aldridge deals with the other players, with his adoring wife Margaret (Rachel Finnegan) and in the first and last scene with a neophyte Polish reporter (also Finnegan) who's come to interview -- if not hound -- the now aging actor.

Perhaps needless to say, racism is another theme. It's thrown into great relief when the reviews of Aldridge's first London night come in. While the audience is led to believe, undoubtedly rightly, that Aldridge was a masterful Othello, the critics at the time didn't see it that way. The result is a fiery confrontation between good friends Aldridge and Laporte that's potent acting dynamite.

As the expertly crafted play unfolds under Indhu Rubasingham's firm hand, Lester gets several opportunities to demonstrate how Aldridge might have gone about the Othello assignment, and he's room-shaking. Ironically, after doing the play at North London's Tricycle Theatre, Lester played Othello in a contemporary production at the National Theatre's Olivier and was Shakespearean perfection there, too. Just say he knows what to do with the hallowed lines, whatever the circumstances
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Girls bullying other girls has been frequent subject matter for a while but was newer in 1988 when Heathers, for which Daniel Waters wrote the screenplay, was released.

Well, Heathers fans, Waters has allowed his tangy high-school-high-jinks piece to be adapted for the musical stage by Kevin Murphy and Laurence O'Keefe, and he has no reason to regret his decision as well as that of, you assume, New World Pictures and Cinemarque Entertainment.

Once again -- now at New World Stages -- three well-dressed, snobby girls named Heather (Jessica Keenan Wynn, Elle McLemore, Alice Lee) rule the school roost when uncertain about herself Veronica Sawyer (Barrett Wilbert Weed) seeks to join their closed unit and thereby is expected to turn her back on pariah pal Martha (Katie Ladner).

Remaining tentative about her new alliances, Veronica befriends standoffish newcomer J. D. (Ryan McCarten), who turns out to be, of all things, a clever serial killer. Among his victims are dim-witted but abusive football heroes Ram (Jon Eidson) and Kurt (Evan Todd), who are framed to look like gay lovers dead as the result of a suicide pact.

All the nasty deeds get carried out -- and the plot's cock-eyed attitude towards what's moral and what's not is mooted -- while Andy Fickman directs with spirit and the spritely Murphy-O'Keefe songs proliferate. The dances that go with many of tunes and are choreographed by Marguerite Derricks receive bright-eyed performances by the featured characters and their chanting-terping classmates chorus.

Anthony Crivello and Daniel Cooney play the dead boys' fathers and get to sing "My Dead Gay Son," during which revelations about those dads come hilariously to light. While that's the funniest ditty in the score, others also have toe-tapping, finger-snapping, rock-oriented allure.

N. B.: Anyone for whom four-, seven- and 12-letter obscenities are a problem might be warned away from Heathers, which start to finish has a very contemporary attitude towards sexuality and sexual practices. No need to go into the specifics that the show itself delights in. It's enough to say that there appears to be a new vulgarity ripening in today's theater, and Heathers is decidedly eager to add to it.

Racing Against Time

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It's not exactly a secret. Timing is everything -- and time waits for no man. Whether someone is a handsome young rock star battling an addiction or an angry alte kocker trying to provoke a fellow geezer into playing one more game of King of the Mountain, the clock keeps ticking.

Auntie Mame famously cautioned that "Life is a banquet and most poor sons of bitches are starving to death." But what happens when a "has been" discovers that he's no longer relevant? Or a when highly functioning kidnapper/pedophile realizes that the jig is up? It kind of takes the fizz out of the game. In his lyric for "Old Friends" (from 1980's Merrily We Roll Along), Stephen Sondheim wrote:


"Most friends fade,
Or they don't make the grade
New ones are quickly made
And in a pinch, sure, they'll do."



And yet, in a perverse way, Sondheim's lyric for a song from 1964's Anyone Can Whistle does a better job of capturing a wistful sense of fleeting loss.





With all the angst about young tech workers taking over San Francisco, families and artists being forced to leave town, and the rapid gentrification of neighborhoods like the Mission District, one segment of the population is constantly being overlooked: seniors living on fixed incomes or in rent-controlled apartments.

While some protestors attempt to block the luxurious Wi-Fi equipped "Google buses" that transport tech workers down to Silicon Valley, riding San Francisco's MUNI system is always a source of free drama. Recently, I've found myself developing a new way of communicating with riders much younger than myself who are blocking the exit doors on buses and trains.

Since most of these people are wearing earbuds that allow them to block out ambient noise, asking them to step aside accomplishes nothing. Politely tapping them on their shoulder yields similar results. The most basic way to get their attention is to wave your hand in front of their face long enough for them to look up from their handheld devices.

Thankfully, I"m not like Michael Dunn, who felt that the best way to get the attention of someone who was playing loud music was to shoot him. But, having lived across the street from Dolores Park for 40 years, there are times when I wonder if I'm turning into the kind of bitter old geezer who screams "You rotten kids, get off of my lawn!" I know I am not alone.

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San Francisco's veteran storyteller, Charlie Varon, recently introduced a new monologue to audiences at The Marsh entitled Feisty Old Jew. Directed by his long-time collaborator, Dave Ford, the show's protagonist is 83-year-old Bernie Schein, an ex-broker who grew up in Brooklyn but never graduated from high school. An aggressive, manipulative gantseh macher with an endless supply of chutzpah, Bernie has graduated from being a "somebody" to becoming an elderly 'nobody."

A resident at a local assisted living facility who is bored with his elderly peers, Bernie still bears a grudge against a resident he has known since childhood. Nor is he happy with the changes he sees happening to his beloved San Francisco. Why? Because, in today's San Francisco, Bernie is insignificant.





What really has Bernie's Depends in a bunch is the painful realization that he has become irrelevant, that this self-made (and extremely self-important) man is mostly invisible to younger San Franciscans with more energy, more disposable income, more vitality, and more friends. So Bernie does what any self-respecting octogenarian Jew would do. When his taxi fails to show up, he sticks out his thumb and tries his luck at hitchhiking.

Much to Bernie's surprise, he's offered a ride by three Millenials in a Tesla that has two surfboards strapped to its roof and comes equipped with a cappucino machine on its dashboard. Behind the wheel is a laid-back Caucasian, eager to catch some waves off Bolinas.

The passengers are two Indian-Americans (brother and sister) for whom money is no object. The male is a techie with the kind of expansive generosity that accompanies new wealth. His sister is an author who became a mini-celebrity after writing "This Is Your Brain on Coupons."


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Poster art for Feisty Old Jew



Varon likes to describe Bernie as "a 20th-century man living in a 21st-century city." But Feisty Old Jew is about a lot more than the scorn of one generation for another. Varon's monologue goes to the heart of what happens when rapid change leaves people gasping in its wake for acknowledgment; when a city's sudden change in demographics threatens to destroy its soul.

Imagine an Egyptian souq whose merchants have no interest in haggling over the price of their wares and you'll understand Bernie's shock and disappointment when, after winning a $400,000 wager on whether or not he can get up on a surfboard and ride a wave, the loser (who is probably 50 years younger than Bernie) happily writes him a check for the agreed-upon amount of money. As Bernie exits the Tesla, he can't help thinking how much he would have enjoyed a good argument instead!

Feisty Old Jew does a fine job of showcasing Varon's writing, wit, and skill with accents. Although his latest monologue lasts barely an hour, it's an intoxicatingly delicious ride.

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Before getting into a discussion of Rob Handel's play, A Maze, let me recommend a blog entry from DailyKos entitled Irrelevant Crap: At What Point Does a Work of Art Become "Tainted" By the Infamy of its Artist? Handel's meticulously-layered play (which received its West Coast premiere last year from Just Theatre and is now being co-produced in revival with Shotgun Players) combines two overlapping subplots:

  • In one, Jessica Maple (Frannie Morrison), who was kidnapped from a grocery store as a child and escaped from her captor eight years later, is starting to make the rounds of talk shows and other media guest appearances with a slickness exceedingly rare for someone so young.

  • In the other, a rock star with a drug problem enters an upscale rehabilitation clinic where he meets and befriends a patient named Beeson Ehrwig (Clive Worsley), a self-effacing author/artist with noticeably compulsive behavioral tendencies. The rocker, Paul (Harold Pierce), has been brought to the clinic by his girlfriend, Oksana (Sarah Moser), who is also the manager of their band, Pathetic Fallacy. Beeson (whose maze-like drawings and works of fiction have developed a cult-like following) is most likely an high-functioning alcoholic.



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Oksana (Sarah Moser) and Paul (Harold Pierce) are lovers who
belong to the same band in A Maze (Photo by: Pak Han)



Handel's script is the kind of mystery that cleverly unravels one layer at a time. Even though, as gifted children, Paul and Oksana's talents were indulged by well-meaning parents and teachers, as adults they find themselves struggling to cope with Paul's substance abuse problem (that is coupled with a serious case of writer's block). One of the reasons Paul is drawn to Beeson is the author's utter lack of writer's block.

Beeson, however, doesn't see himself as having any kind of artistic inspiration. As a graphic artist, he considers himself to be a mere vessel through which the maze drawings and their related stories flow at random. His fiction is all about how a king (Lasse Christiansen) built a maze to protect himself, his queen (Janis DeLucia), and their infant from the corrupting influence of outsiders with the help of a mysterious snow dog.


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The Queen (Janis DeLucia) and King (Lasse Christiansen)
argue in a scene from A Maze (Photo by: Pak Han)



One of the clinic's counselors, Tom (Carl Holvick-Thomas) is obviously tasked with moving his patients up and out of rehab as they gain emotional strength and stability. But there are some problems which substance abuse clinics can't always solve.

Whether or not Beeson's king, queen, and the maze they inhabit represent deeper, darker secrets in the artist's life remains to be seen. In her director's note, Molly Aronson-Gelb writes:


"We first performed A Maze last summer at Live Oak Theatre. At that time, the horror of the Cleveland kidnappings was still fresh in our collective consciousness. As we explored the play, we began to feel our way through messy, complicated questions about the way the media treats its famous victims. What culpability do we have as consumers of news stories that are more interested in victims than in survivors?

Now, in a different season, in a different theatre, I find myself asking new questions. What are the limitations to the excuses we extend to exceptional individuals for aberrant behavior? Why do I boycott Roman Polanski's films but not Woody Allen's? Why does the drunkenness of Fitzgerald or Hemingway seem charming through the gaze of history, when the lived-in reality was devastating and awful for those around them? Why am I so quick to forgive Bill Clinton for all his personal faults when I see him bring the crowd to its feet at the 2012 convention?"



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Kim (Lauren Spencer), Beeson (Clive Worsley), and Paul (Harold
Pierce) make a fateful appearance on a talk show in A Maze
(Photo by: Pak Han)



This production poses a different challenge for the audience, which has mostly to do with pacing. Martin Flynn's black and white set (which is filled with maze-like drawings) does a great job of communicating a sense of being trapped by circumstance. However, Handel's script calls for numerous set changes which keep sabotaging the build-up of dramatic tension so crucial to this story.

Because Handel tries to cover so much ground (drug addiction, kidnapping, pedophilia, Stockholm syndrome, graphic novels, celebrity culture, the contemporary media circus, artists of questionable integrity, and strategic media whoring), there were numerous moments when it seemed as if the playwright was attempting to clobber his audience with symbolism. The odd result was that the opening performance ran nearly 30 minutes past its projected length.

On numerous occasions, the hard working cast lost critical momentum as time was taken up with stage business, scene changes, and pregnant pauses. At one point, I found myself thinking of certain performances at the Metropolitan Opera during the late 1960s which had been led by Fausto Cleva (an Italian conductor whom standees sarcastically referred to as "Faster, Cleva!").

The production's strongest performances came from Clive Worsley as Beeson and Sarah Moser as Roksana. Janis DeLucia did triple duty as Angela, Hermione, and the Queen while Carl Hovick-Thomas did triple duty as Tom, Alexander, and Gunter (a member of Paul and Roksana's band). Lauren Spencer doubled as talk show hostess Kim and Tish, with Lasse Christiansen doubling as the king and Gareth (the record producer for Pathetic Fallacy).

By the show's end, the Pathetic Fallacy team was busily twisting themselves into pretzels to find ways they could profit from Beeson's art without being tainted by the moral stench of any perceived association with the artist's criminality and pedophilia.


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Jessica Maple (Frannie Morrison) discusses her captivity
with Kim (Lauren Spencer) in A Maze (Photo by: Pak Han)




To read more of George Heymont go to My Cultural Landscape

Shakespeare Rises Again on the Eve of His 450th Birthday

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Some believe that Jesus rolled a boulder and then rose to the heavens on Easter Sunday.

With Easter approaching, I have been thinking of our own secular god, William Shakespeare, whose life remains shrouded in mystery, not unlike that of Jesus.

According to Sylvan Barnet's prefatory remarks to the Signet Classic series of the Bard's plays, records indicate that William Shakespeare was baptized in Stratford, England, on April 26, 1564, and died there on April 23, 1616. That has not stopped some from claiming that he died on April 25, 1616, the date of his burial, nor has it stopped others from speculating that he was born on April 23, 1564, exactly 52 years prior to his death.

And then of course there are those who allege that Shakespeare never existed nor wrote the 37 or so plays and countless poems that bear his name. It always strikes me, with rare exception, that the people who question the Bard's existence or authorship are the very people who have never read nor appreciated his plays.

Yet I can understand why Shakespeare baffles some people and why they might feel justified in posing such infantile questions at cocktail parties and other gatherings. Why? Because Shakespeare's work is so prolific and his cognitive and aesthetic powers so original and unsurpassed that, as Harold Bloom once said, one might very well ask whether Shakespeare is indeed God.

Bloom, champion of the canon, has argued that Shakespeare "invented the human." By that, Bloom means that Shakespeare's characters hear themselves speak and then alter their behavior.

The Bard's greatest creations, Rosalind, Falstaff, Cleopatra, and, above all, Hamlet, are united not only by their love for play but also in their attunement to consciousness. As Hamlet says, "conscience does make cowards of us all."

But "conscience" also makes us uniquely human. We of all creatures have the ability to be introspective, to examine our lives.

It could be argued that no writer prior to or after Shakespeare has so brilliantly depicted human consciousness as the Bard. In so doing, according to Bloom, Shakespeare invented us and may very well be a god of a sort. Without a doubt, Shakespeare is and always will be the reigning literary god.

Last year, I wrote a piece, titled "Hamlet and President Obama: Strange Bedfellows." I wrote the piece in the wake of a comment on CNN by Fareed Zakaria that the president was "Hamlet-like" in waffling on whether or not to enforce a red line on chemical weapons use in Syria. In years past, others had compared then-New York Governor Mario Cuomo to Hamlet due to Cuomo's perceived indecisiveness over whether or not to run for president.

In my piece last year, I argued that comparisons between Hamlet and politicians never make any sense. The metaphor does not work because the question is not one of metaphor; it is one of metaphysics.

Hamlet could never be a politician, not on any planet, not in any lifetime. As I wrote last year, "politics is anathema to Hamlet," which may be the main reason why he does not seek the crown. By all rights, he should be King of Denmark, given that his father, the previous king, has been killed.

Yet he is not, and the reason is because at a deep, ontological level, Hamlet despises the "calculating, ruthless nature of office-seekers," a point I made last year.

As Bob Dylan, a modern-day bard, once sang, "Don't follow leaders, watch parking meters."

Hamlet would concur.

Shakespeare no doubt would as well. His father, John, was a political figure in Stratford, rising to the position of high bailiff, which, as Sylvan Barnet, the editor of the Signet Classic series, pointed out, was "the equivalent of mayor."

But young Will, far from being a politician, was an artist. Besides being the most luminous writer in the history of Western civilization, he was also an actor, who, according to tradition, played the part of the Ghost of Hamlet's Father whenever his theatrical troupe, the Chamberlain's Men, later known as the King's Men, staged his greatest tragedy.

William Shakespeare also had a son named Hamnet, who died young, but Hamlet himself is 30, roughly the age of Jesus at the time of the Last Supper.

Just as Hamlet says of his father, "I shall not look upon his like again," this great planet Earth shall not look upon another like William Shakespeare again.

We may be a couple of weeks early, but let me be the first to wish Shakespeare a happy birthday.

Happy #450, Will, Bard of the Universe, King of the Canon!

The Getty Black Book

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Several years ago I watched a program on A&E's Biography program, the 100 Most Influential People of the Millennium. Amongst the countdown were some of my heroes: Vasco de Gama, Simon Bolivar, Thomas Hobbes, Benjamin Franklin, Pablo Picasso, F.D. Roosevelt, Marco Polo, Machiavelli, Bill Gates, Vladimir Lenin, Rousseau, Mozart, Copernicus, Galileo, Leonardo Da Vinci, Karl Marx, Albert Einstein, and at the number one spot was the phenomenal -- Johannes Gutenberg, for inventing the moveable printing type in Europe and launching the printing revolution in the modern world. After all, where would we be without books? Books have launched revolutions, created religions, saved lives, provided the foundation for education, inspired philosophical thought, encouraged world wars and spearheaded art movements. In short, books took us out of the Dark Ages.

So when David Brafman of the Getty Research Institute was approached by art collector Ed Sweeney to assist in the development of a modern-day rare manuscript, he understood the historical implication it represented. Equipped with a PhD in philosophy from Duke University in Classics and Arabic, and having taught at prominent universities in New York, he made the move out west several years ago to take a position as a curator of rare books. Since then, he has played a pivotal role in the acquisition of several liber amicorum manuscripts, (latin for "book of friends") ranging from the 1500's to the 1700's, depicting scenes of historical battles and coats of arms, along with printed books from the Renaissance that teach calligraphy, perspective, hieroglyphic symbols, and even an engraved catalogue of horse-branding from 16th-century Venice.

As Ed Sweeney and David Brafman leafed through several manuscripts, the closest similarity related to style and use of pen-and-ink, pencil drawings, water colors, and other tools, all of whom inscribe authographs and tell stories of peregrinations, excursions, and adventures, were the current graffiti writers. I can remember many years ago when I first started tagging and practicing lettering, that everyone had a piece book (black book) to practice their technique and style, show it off, and have friends write in it. If you saw someone on the bus with a book, you knew what they represented. Those same books also told stories of adventure, although some more daunting than others such as going to prison, getting shot, getting arrested or getting murdered.

Our history in Los Angeles during the '80s and '90s, related to graffiti and gangs, was a direct result of the political, social and cultural ramifications of the Cold War and the Age of Coldness, which influenced an art style that was dark and progressive. From this concept, the curator and collector understood the relationship between an ancient concept and a modern-day practice. Several graffiti writers were approached and given an opportunity to go to the Getty Research Institute and examine the rare manuscripts, and to grant them the opportunity to be a part of the entire process, from birth to execution. It was no mystery that these artists would identify with these books of friendship, thus the Getty Black Book was born.

A handful of artists who took lead on the project were given sheets of paper, specific sizes, to hand out to friends, and contribute a piece to the manuscript which would be bound into a single work of art. One hundred and forty-three artists responded. The cover page was designed by Joe Reza, Prime from K2S, who executed one of the finest lettering styles with an L.A. silver typeface on a black background. In my opinion, he created the new symbol of Angeleno patriotism, like the Dodgers symbol, but with more style and finesse, which also represents the direction that Los Angeles is moving in, world-class, bold and creative. Moreover, I will quote Prime, "The book is not the best of Los Angeles, it is a black book, a book of friendship that made an impact on our lives, a book of friends, unsung heroes, some even locked up."

I agree, some of the work I saw in the book was questionable while others like: Chubbs, Prime, Cab, Defer, Big sleeps, Cale, Crayola, Jack Rudy, Slick, Retna, Kofie, Chris Brand, Chaz, Axis, Betoe, Cryptik, Patrick Martinez, The Phantom, and Skill demonstrated true craftsmanship. The book is at the Getty Research Institute. This summer in June at the El Segundo Museum of Art, along with Getty staff, Lisa Cambier, who is Project Manager and Curatorial Assistant on the project, you will have the opportunity to see a live book of friendship laboratory as six different artists from the manuscript were chosen to co-curate a wall, along with their group of collaborators. I am looking forward to Defer's wall, along with his comrades: Big Sleeps, Prime, Gajin Fujita, and Patrick Martinez, as they transcend boundaries and create an unprecedented masterpiece that originated in the dark streets of Los Angeles.

chubbs


Photos courtesy of Rodrigo Ribera d'Ebre 2014

San Francisco Ballet in the Exhilarating Shostakovich Trilogy

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You do not have to be an admirer of Shostakovich or a ballet junkie to be moved and exhilarated by San Francisco Ballet in Alexei Ratmansky's Shostakovich Trilogy. This co-production with American Ballet Theatre looks and sounds spectacular in the golden warmth of the War Memorial Opera House, with eerie sculptural backdrops by artist George Tsypin, the SFB dancers delivering a slightly more restrained performance than ABT, though just as compelling.

The evening veers between mocking paeans to Russian athleticism, outbreaks of paranoia and mistrust, and grief over love lost and ambition strangled. Whether you believe that Shostakovich was a Soviet lapdog or a closet dissident, whether you read into this work coded subversive messages from an artist struggling under a repressive regime, or a defiant riposte to the manifesto of postmodern dance, or none of the above, you are liable to find yourself on the edge of your seat, marveling at the sheer nerve of the dancers, at the extreme yet refined physicality of their interactions onstage.

No strong narrative thread runs through the pieces, although the character of at least one tormented artist figures throughout. The ensemble at times appears to embody the ordinary people, and at other times the dreaded authorities in a police state. Movement motifs link all three pieces, notably swooping lifts and throws, including a heart-stopping handoff in which one dancer, bowing forward at the waist, is tossed high overhead into the outstretched hands of another.

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Unexpected twists on traditional ballet technique abound: jumps, turns and lifts that stop abruptly, the movement thwarted by unseen forces; women supporting the men at the waist in pirouette; heads jutting at odd angles; classical shapes like arabesque penchée deliberately stiffened; jumps with the emphasis on reentry rather than take off. Importantly, Ratmansky subverts the traditional ballet hierarchy, giving the corps de ballet as much, or even more, challenging material than the soloists, and as much time onstage, weaving them into complex architectural formations that quickly unravel, rather like temporary shelters in a refugee camp.

The notion of shelter becomes increasingly important in the final piece. Piano Concerto #1 closes the Trilogy with a dazzling competition between Michael McGraw's piano and John Pearson's trumpet, as two female figures in fire engine red leotards - Yuan Yuan Tan and Maria Kochetkova on Thursday night - connect in a wary but tender, sisterly duet under the menacing shards of an industrial explosion suspended over the stage, and then in a smashing double pas de deux with their respective partners - the princely Damian Smith and dashing Vitor Luiz.

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Ratmansky's movement language is one of precision execution - rather like the elements of a superior defensive strategy in baseball: the outside slider for a strikeout, the double play, picking a runner off base. Split-second timing, the ability to turn on a dime, gutsiness, trust - all were amply on display on Thursday night, notably in the intimate pas de deux between Sarah Van Patten and Carlos Quenedit in Symphony #9 and Yuan Yuan Tan and Damian Smith in Piano Concerto #1, and especially in the riveting solos by Simone Messmer (of all the dancers, the only one to have performed the same role while at ABT and now at SFB.) Messmer galvanized the ensemble with her ebullient hitch-kicks, stabbing pointework and proud upper body carriage. Whether she represents a force of salvation or a figure of mischief was one of many entertaining enigmas of the evening.

Like Messmer, the daring Yuan Yuan Tan with her racehorse physique looks like she was born to dance this language, as does Lorena Feijoo in Chamber Symphony, all fire and ice. Among the corps, Miranda Silveira stood out for her fearlessness, her trenchant lines and dynamite jumps.

In Chamber Symphony, Sasha De Sola and Mathilde Froustey joined Feijoo as the artist's muses, or wives. The delicate and charming Froustey melted hearts as Shostakovich's first wife, Nina, whose death drove him to despair, but unlike Yuriko Kajiya in the same role at ABT, Froustey did not distinctly transform into a ghostlike figure when she came back to haunt the artist. She continued to channel Giselle, whereas Kajiya became an unsettling apparition.

Both Froustey and later Maria Kochetkova in the final piece deployed a coquettish épaulement that seemed somewhat incongruous in this stark modern work.

The spunky Kochetkova seemed to take her variations a hair slower than the tiny tornado Skylar Brandt in ABT's production, but she completely captivated us with her wicked grin as she was wheeled onstage like a rocket-powered wheelbarrow.

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James Sofranko and Taras Domitro were standouts in the opening Symphony #9 with their brilliant jumps, Domitro closing the piece and bringing down the house with his extended series of grands pirouettes finishing with a heroic double tour en l'air before he collapsed onstage, shrouded in Jennifer Tipton's moody lighting.

In the striking, mournful Chamber Symphony, Davit Karapetyan, bare-chested under an unbuttoned black velvet jacket, conveyed a noble anguish, equal parts rock star and tortured artist. After creating a final majestic tableau he stumbles offstage, bowed in pain and angst.

Ballet to the People recalls that ABT's James Whiteside turned his back on the ensemble and walked off stoically; she wondered at the time if this mirrored Ratmansky's turning his back on the Bolshoi some five years ago after putting up with the vile political intrigues that have plagued that institution and Russian ballet more generally for generations. What could have transpired since ABT's première to drive the artist deeper into misery? - Look no further than the scandal of the acid attack on Bolshoi Artistic Director Sergei Filin, and Russia's invasion of Crimea, masterminded by another bare-chested icon, intoxicated by Sochi.

And yet Ratmansky chooses to close out the evening with an image of raucous hope as the debris that floats over the stage lifts, the trumpet riots, and Tan and Kochetkova fly high over the stage.

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All photos by Erik Tomasson, courtesy San Francisco Ballet:
1. Yuan Yuan Tan and Maria Kochetkova in Piano Concerto #1 from Ratmansky's Shostakovich Trilogy
2. Sarah Van Patten and Carlos Quenedit in Symphony #9 from Ratmansky's Shostakovich Trilogy
3. Lorna Feijoo and Davit Karapetyan in Chamber Symphony from Ratmansky's Shostakovich Trilogy
4. Yuan Yuan Tan and Damian Smith in Piano Concerto #1 from Ratmansky's Shostakovich Trilogy
5. San Francisco Ballet in Piano Concerto #1 from Ratmansky's Shostakovich Trilogy
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