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Does It Make Sense for Artists to Advertise?

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Investing in one's career is often touted as a sound business move, an act of confidence in the future, the cost of doing business, taking responsibility - that kind of talk. But, which career investments actually give you a return on that investment? For artists, most would agree that art school tuition was a vital expense, as are art supplies, a studio rental and the cost of creating a website to display and promote their work. Other forms of investment are more debatable, such as publishing a catalogue of your own artwork, hiring a publicist or career coach. (Certainly, some artists claim these expenditures are a major part of their success.)

Glendale, Arizona artist Bill Mittag "can't determine the effectiveness of advertising," but he still spends $6,000 or so per year on ads in such publications as Art of the West and Western Art Collector. "Every time I place an ad, the number of hits on my website picks up significantly." Even more telling, "when a gallery has a show and puts a work of mine in the ad, I notice that every time that work sells."

Still, Mittag is not confident that $6,000 or so he spends does much good - "no one has called me up to say, 'I want that work I saw in your ad,'" - but it is a cost of doing business, of investing in his career, and he worries that not advertising would make things worse.

Advertising by fine artists is an area rife with question marks and the occasional success story.

"My very first ad in the Maine Antique Digest, which cost me $500, resulted in the sale of a $36,000 sculpture," said artist Andrew DeVries of Huntington, Massachusetts, adding that other ads he has placed in that monthly have earned him calls from prospective buyers, some of which led to sales. However, when he took out half a dozen ads in Art & Auction (there was a price discount for buying a series of ads, he noted), he claimed to have spent $20,000 and "got two sales out of it of $1,000 apiece." Advertising is a "tricky thing," he concluded, but he still averages $10,000-15,000 in advertising annually, some years going as high as $35,000 and other years far less.

Certainly, many art publications - some aimed at an artist readership, such as The Crafts Report, Plein Air or Sculpture Magazine, while others target collectors, including American Art Review, Fine Art Connoisseur and Art & Auction - are happy to accept ads from artists. Do artists get their money's worth?

Placing ads is more associated with the design fields, such as illustration, than with fine art. Patricia McKiernan, executive director of the Graphic Artists Guild, noted that most of the artists in the Guild establish an advertising and promotion budget of between 10 and 30 percent of their gross income, and much of that advertising is in the design field print and online directories that prospective employers use. That sounds like a lot of money, but "if you earn $100,000 one year and decide to save that money instead of spending 10-30 percent on advertising, you won't make $100,000 again."

There is no rule-of-thumb sense of the percentage of one's income that should be reinvested into advertising in the fine arts, but the concept of buying ads as a regular type of promotion is not foreign to some artists. "If I don't advertise, how will people ever hear of me," said artist Carl Borgia of Boynton Beach, Florida, a retired accounting professor at Florida Atlantic University, who spends $8,000-10,000 per year on ads in such publications as ARTnews, Modern Painters and Florida Design Magazine. "I have been pursuing art as a business for 10 years and applying the entrepreneurial skills that I have been teaching to my art." Of those three publications, it has been the non-art one, Florida Design Magazine, that has resulted in the best results, which has included some sales and some requests to appear in shows at art galleries and art fairs.

That makes sense to Caroll Michels, an artist career coach in Sarasota, Florida, who recommends to her clients that they not "buy display ads in art magazines or on their websites. For the most part, the majority of art magazine readers are other artists, who are not in the market for buying other artists artwork. If you decide to purchase advertising space, select upscale consumer and interior design publications." She noted that one of her clients had invested inherited money in "four full-page color display ads that ran for four months in Art in America. She said that the only response she received was from other artists who thought she was a gallery."

On the other hand, Cushing, Wisconsin textile artist Jean M. Judd regularly places ads - usually consisting of an image of her work plus contact information - in art publications, including American Art Collector, ARTnews and The Crafts Report, spending $5,000-7,000 per year, or 15 percent of her total yearly income. These ads have resulted in "calls from dealers and commissions from art collectors." Those commissions amount to one-third of her income, she said. "As long as I keep getting enough sales and commissions to keep me fully booked, I'll keep advertising at the same rate."

The principal reason she places ads is that she lives in a remote, rural area ("nothing but woods and fields") and doesn't have the time or means to bring her work to galleries in major cities. Advertising in national publications has brought people from distant states ("as far away as Arizona and San Francisco") to her.

Certainly, many other artists have placed ads in these and other publications to no avail. "My ads in ARTnews have not directly brought in sales, dealers or collectors, so I cannot say they at this point pay for themselves," said San Diego sculptor Maidy Morhous, who also has advertised in Laguna Beach Magazine, Art in America and in the catalogues published by various art fairs, such as ArtExpo and Spectrum Miami, with similar results.

Belief in advertising often leads to beliefs about how to advertise. Anatoly Dverin, a painter in Plainville, Massachusetts, stated that he only buys full-page ads, because "I don't want to share the page with another artist; it creates competition. The other artist may use, I don't know, some combination of red and blue that kills the balance of color in my painting." People only start recognizing your name, said Andrew DeVries, if there is something else going on, such as an exhibition or an opportunity to meet the artist where potential buyers can go in person - "by themselves, ads can't do it all." Gail Wells-Hess, a painter in Portland, Oregon, claimed that certain colors and subjects were "guaranteed to sell" and should be included in ads, such as red poppies in summer issues and "a pear or still-life in the winter." Both Bill Mittag and Jean Judd stated that strong, contrasting colors are the key.

The purpose and nature of advertising is a subject on which there is considerable disagreement, although there is one point on which everyone agrees: One needs to think of advertising as a long-term, rather than a one-shot, effort. To develop name and artistic recognition, the same or similar images must be present in ads that follow one magazine issue after another. Many artists split the costs of advertising with their galleries in advance of an exhibition, and some galleries carry the entire expense, but it is rare for a gallery to pay in full or in part to advertise an artist when there isn't a show. If the concept is to keep one's name and images before the public on an ongoing basis, one-shot ads are not likely to produce the desired results. Too, galleries generally have a local audience, and the advertisements they place are likely to be in local or regional publications rather than national ones.

Different gallery owners have their own purposes in mind when they place an advertisement in a newspaper or magazine, and they may not be quite the same as the artist's. Most long-term, successful galleries rely on a group of collectors to purchase the bulk of the artwork they put on display, and the gallery owners notify this group privately well in advance of an exhibition's start date: That is the reason a show may be wholly or partially sold out before it opens to the public. Few successful galleries get by on walk-in traffic, lured by a notice in the local newspaper, so there are usually other reasons that ads are placed. "Seventy-five percent of our sales come from our mailing list," Sique Spence, director of New York's Nancy Hoffman Gallery, stated. As a result, the gallery's advertisements tend to be black-and-white, typeset and image-less, merely stating the name of the artist who will next have an exhibition and the dates of the show. "The ads we place are a reinforcement for the information sent out to our mailing list." Certainly, advertisements may bring visitors into the gallery who may one day turn into buyers - of the particular artist in the advertisement or someone else. The ads may serve as a reminder to specific collectors on a gallery's mailing list about the event.

"Advertising, especially advertising with illustrations, effects attendance, not so much sales," said Bridget Moore, president of New York's DC Moore Gallery. Other dealers report that ads with reproductions result in a number of telephone inquiries as to price and the availability of works, which also do not quickly translate into sales.

Taking out an advertisement, some dealers believe, also increases the chances of seeing a write-up of the exhibition in the particular publication. The ability to afford a large ad with photographic reproductions is seen occasionally as a sign of success, impressing artists and collectors. With other dealers, ads have greater importance for the long-term viability of the gallery than for the short-term exhibition. "An advertisement attracts attention," New York gallery owner Thomas Erben said. "It secures the gallery's position in the market. People have to see that we are still here. In effect, I'm advertising myself through the market."

Yet another reason to place ads is purely psychological, according to Edward De Luca, director of DC Moore Gallery, since these notices "massage an artist's ego," that is, they let artists know that money is being spent on them and that, in turn, makes artists feel better about their relationship with the gallery. "Artists want to see their names in print and their work being advertised, and they ask us to have ads run in certain magazines."

What Music Do Animals Like?

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Research published today by the American Psychological Association has shown that chimpanzees prefer listening to West African akan and North Indian raga over listening to silence. What does this say about the evolutionary purpose of music?

Previous work by McDermott and Hauser showed that when tamarins and marmosets were given a choice between a lullaby played on a flute, an excerpt of German techno, or silence, they preferred silence. This new research was investigating whether non-Western music might provoke a different response in nonhuman primates. Would the different rhythmic structures and musical scales in non-Western music change preferences?

The study played African, Indian, and Japanese music near large chimp enclosures and looked at whether the animals spent time in places where the music was loud and clear or in places further from the loudspeakers, where it was quiet or inaudible. For African and Indian music the chimps spent significantly more time in places where the music could be heard. For Japanese music they more often went to places where the music was difficult or impossible to hear.

The researchers think the preference may be due to the rhythmic content of the music. The African and Indian pieces didn't have an obvious pulse to them that you could tap your foot along to, whereas the Japanese music had a strong regular pulse.

Study co-author Frans de Waal, Ph.D., of Emory University, commented, "Chimpanzees may perceive the strong, predictable rhythmic patterns as threatening, as chimpanzee dominance displays commonly incorporate repeated rhythmic sounds such as stomping, clapping and banging objects."

One reason for this sort of study is to try to understand the evolutionary basis for music. Experimental psychologist Steven Pinker famously described music as "auditory cheesecake," something that is pleasurable but has no adaptive function, arising as a byproduct of other evolutionary pressures, like the pressure that led to the development of language. But if music is purely a byproduct of the pressures that led to language, then why would chimpanzees show a preference for some types of music?

The number of scientific papers looking into the role of rhythm in music is surprisingly small. This bias is something that needs addressing if we are to fully understand why we make and love music.

Undeniable Labors of Love

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"Oh crap, that song is soooo tired," groaned one of the towel boys at the gym as the music changed on the sound system. "I mean, like, ewwwwww....that must be two years old already!" As I watched his little pity party, I couldn't help but wonder: Where does that put the music of Beethoven, Bach or Mozart on the list of the greatest musical hits of all time?

Some people fear the past, others have a peculiar talent for cherishing the passage of time. As Ko-Ko sings to Katisha in Gilbert & Sullivan's 1885 comic opera, The Mikado:


There is beauty in extreme old age.
Do you fancy you are elderly enough?
Information I'm requesting on a subject interesting
Is a maiden all the better when she's tough?

Are you old enough to marry, do you think?
Won't you wait until you're 80 in the shade?
There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic
Do you think you are sufficiently decayed?



Politicians, warriors and self-important fools frequently fail to learn anything from the past. But for creative types, the past offers a wondrous portal which invites them to explore science and history (as well as the history of comparative religion, costume design, distant cultures and lots more).

Don't believe me? Let's take paleontology as an example. Lots of kids are introduced to dinosaurs when they are young. Their parents will often buy them plastic replicas of the giant lizards or model kits which allow them to build a dinosaur skeleton. Some feel that Barney the Dinosaur is their own special friend.

Thanks to advanced CGI animation, many families have learned tremendous amounts about prehistoric monsters from movies like Jurassic Park (1993) and television specials like Walking With Dinosaurs (1999). Visits to natural history museums allow children to see fossils of bizarre creatures like the Permian era's Dimetrodon and the Cretaceous period's Pachycephalosaurus (up to and including the fierce and fiercely popular Tyrannosaurus Rex). Touring stadium shows even offer state-of-the-art audio-animatronic dinosaurs as a form of family friendly entertainment.





But how did dinosaurs become such a popular form of entertainment?

  • In 1912, Arthur Conan Doyle's novel, The Lost World, captured the public's imagination.

  • In 1914, the pioneering animator Winsor McCay took an early stab at giving an anthropomorphic personality to a brontosaurus named Gertie.






Fast forward to 1925, when a silent film adaptation of The Lost World was released. Although the following clip contains the entire 90-minute film, if you start at the 45, 64 and 69-minute marks you'll see some spectacular footage of early dinosaur models being put to work in cinema.





There can be no doubt that these artistic adventures were labors of love. New plays are often developed because a writer is so in love with a particular subject matter, style or concept that his all-consuming nostalgia for a particular chapter in history spurs him to create his own tribute to something he dearly loves. Two recent Bay area productions practically glowed with that kind of nostalgia and adoration for history, style and craft.

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Many would argue that Richard Wagner's 19-hour tetralogy, Der Ring des Nibelungen, is the greatest piece of performance art to be created during the 19th century. Not only does the composer's use of leitmotifs help to anchor and further the story, it adds an extra dimension to the Norse sagas which inspired this massive undertaking.

If one were looking for a narrative piece about social injustice and political revolution, one might point to Victor Hugo's 1862 historical novel, Les Misérables, which received a new lease on life in September 1980 with the Paris premiere of an adaptation for the musical stage (with book and music by Alain Boublil and Claude-Michel Schonberg). But what if you were looking for something smaller and less operatic than Wagner's Ring cycle but more intellectual and less showy than Les Miz?


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Poster art for Tom Stoppard's trilogy, The Coast of Utopia



You'd find yourself exploring Tom Stoppard's 2002 trilogy, The Coast of Utopia (which consists of Voyage, Shipwreck and Salvage). Over the past three seasons, the Shotgun Players has been building toward this spring's chance to present marathon days in which audiences could be transfixed by the entire trilogy. As Patrick Dooley (the company's artistic director who staged the trilogy) remarked in his program note:

For the past three years, I've had the pleasure of absorbing the agony and ecstasy of the nearly seven-hour drama appearing before you. Over this time, the depth and breadth of this piece has continued to give me great consolation as I have navigated the pitching flotsam and jetsam of my own life. Like any great work, it reveals itself anew with each conversation, each reading, each rehearsal. The complexity of language and imagery is the closest to Shakespeare I've ever experienced and yet its ultimate message (as I see it today) is almost childlike in its simplicity: Do your best, while hurting the least. The genius of evolution (both political and personal) is only possible with the gifts of hardship and adversity. Yes, we continue to see certain tragedies circle back around, but they are usually just echoes of the past. The wheels of progress may turn slow, but they are sure.



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The Shotgun Players' cast of Salvage (Photo by: Pak Han)



With its large cast, historic narrative and epic sweep, The Coast of Utopia is much more about philosophy and personal relationships than about pomp and pageantry. The challenge for the Shotgun Players team was to find a way to produce this massive work with a tiny budget on a postage stamp-sized stage while still managing to "bring the magic."


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Kenny Toll as the Nihilist in Salvage (Photo by: Pak Han)



Much of this was accomplished by a creative team whose intense dedication and vivid imaginations had been focused with laser-like clarity on their singular artistic vision. Thanks to the production's immensely talented set designer Nina Ball, costume designer Heidi Hanson and director Patrick Dooley, I was pretty much gobsmacked by how superbly the mid-19th century was evoked, how meticulously scene changes were effected, how seductively the audience was introduced to the politics, neuroses and physical ailments of certain characters -- and how Stoppard's drama unfolded within the confines of the tiny Ashby Stage with a heartbreaking sense of historical sweep and dramatic momentum.


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Megan Trout (Natasha Tuchkov) and Patrick Kelly Jones
(Alexander Herzen) in Salvage (Photo by: Pak Han)



This doesn't happen easily in most theatre companies (whatever their size), which is why the scope of Shotgun's achievement should not be taken for granted. Staging Stoppard's trilogy is a monumental undertaking (each installment by Shotgun's talented ensemble has been given the utmost love and attention). The production of Salvage was anchored by the remarkably versatile Patrick Kelly Jones as Alexander Herzen with an impassioned performance by Megan Trout (doing some of her finest work in recent years) as Natasha Tuchkov.

Strong support came from John Mercer (Worcell), Sam Misner (Nicholay Ogarev), Richard Reinholdt (Ivan Turgenev), Dan Saski (Karl Marx) and Caitlyn Louchard (Malwida). Sachi Granich (Tata), Daniel Petzold (Nikolay Chernyshevsky), Joseph Salazar (Mikhail Bakunin), Kenny Toll (Nihilist) and Trish Mulholland (Mrs. Blainey) contributed finely-etched cameos in smaller roles.


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Megan Trout (Natasha), Sam Misner (Nicholay Ogarev) and
Patrick Kelly Jones (Alexander Herzen) in Salvage
(Photo by: Pak Han)



This production is a powerful example of how good live theatre can be when done to perfection. Kudos to Dooley and his devoted community of talented artists.

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In 1966, a small and extremely savvy musical with music by Jim Wise (and book and lyrics by Robin Miller and George Haimsohn) started to attract attention while being performed at off-off-Broadway's tiny Caffe Cino. By 1968, when Dames at Sea moved to the Bouwerie Lane Theatre (I saw it in 1969 after it had moved to the Theatre de Lys), the show had made a star out of a talented young actress named Bernadette Peters.

In addition to its adorable ingenue, what Dames at Sea had going for it was a solid grasp on all the twists, turns and clichés of the Busby Berkeley-Ruby Keeler genre of movie musicals from the 1930s. In 1971, a made-for-television version of the show starred Ann-Margret, Ann Miller, Anne Meara, Fred Gwynne, Dick Shawn and Harvey Evans.







Over the past four decades, Dames at Sea has enjoyed a long life in regional and community theatres I mention this because a delightful new musical that spoofs the same genre recently received its world premiere from San Francisco's 42nd Street Moon. I can only hope that Painting the Clouds With Sunshine is every bit as successful as Dames at Sea.


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Justin Gillman as Jake in Painting The Clouds With Sunshine
(Photo by: David Allen)



Both shows lovingly send up the unnaturally optimistic, corny and romantic movie musicals of the 1930s which aimed to distract Americans from the grim realities of the Great Depression. Created by 42nd Street Moon's co-founder, Greg MacKellan and Mark Kaufmann (who directed the production), Painting the Clouds With Sunshine is a musical that obviously has "legs." Requiring only a unit set and a cast of eight performers, I hope it brings its creators a steady stream of royalty payments for years to come. MacKellan explains the inspiration for Painting the Clouds With Sunshine as follows:

This show had its genesis with Sing Before Breakfast: Songs from the Great Talking Picture Musicals, a CD I produced in 1990. Mark Kaufmann, my associate producer, and I had previously brought out two CDs of rare theatre songs. We were looking for a theme for a third album, and it was San Francisco's Bob Grimes who supplied it. Bob, who was a source and an inspiration for singers worldwide, had collected sheet music since he was a teenager in the 1930s. His particular passion was the movie musicals of his youth.

Musical films of the 1930s -- the 'talking picture' era -- existed in a world unto themselves: sometimes kooky, sometimes sophisticated, sometimes bizarre and almost always persistently upbeat. Once you entered this world, the harsh realities of the Depression were mocked (or more often, simply forgotten) by the happy-go-lucky denizens of the talkies. The songs from these films also had a sound all their own, quite apart from the sound of popular and even theatre music of the day. They both reflected and deflected the Depression -- but if Depression themes were explored directly, it was usually at a remove, with the number being presented as a song from a show being produced in the movie.



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Iris Langston (Allison F. Rich) and Russell James
(Ryan Drummond) in Painting The Clouds With Sunshine
(Photo by: David Allen)



Both Mark and I knew the two great musicals that more or less bracketed the era: 42nd Street and The Wizard of Oz. Through Bob, though, we were introduced to oddities like Moonlight and Pretzels, Love in the Rough, Sitting Pretty, Murder at the Vanities and songs by Hollywood tunesmiths like Harry Revel and Mack Gordon, Richard Whiting, Ralph Rainger, Harry Warren, Al Dubin, Herman Hupfeld, Johnny Mercer and Sam Coslow. Many of the films were pre-code, which meant some of the songs (like 'Breakfast Table Love') were rather risqué -- and all the more because they were.



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George (Galen Murphy-Hoffman) and Alice (Kari Yancy) in
Painting The Clouds With Sunshine (Photo by: David Allen)



Painting the Clouds With Sunshine is populated with easily recognizable stereotypes from popular 1930s movie musicals:

  • Russell James (Ryan Drummond) and Iris Langston (Allison F. Rich) are a wise-cracking dance team reminiscent of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

  • Alice Collins (Kari Yancy) is the small-town girl who has arrived in Hollywood hoping to make a name for herself in the movies.

  • Willa Brennan (Cami Thompson) is a retired vaudeville hoofer who's still got the spark (even if she's running a luncheonette).

  • George Fenton (Galen Murphy-Hoffman) is the former rich kid from a banking family that lost its fortune during the Wall Street crash of 1929.

  • Jake (Justin Gillman) is the newspaper vendor who has remained loyal to George through thick and thin.

  • Gil (John-Elliott Kirk) is the seemingly bland accountant who is secretly a movie mogul.

  • Joyce Aubrey (Nicole Frydman) is Alice's sadder but wiser friend.



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Jake (Justin Gillman), Gil (John-Elliott Kirk), Rocco (Ryan Drummond),
and Willa (Cami Thompson) in Painting The Clouds With Sunshine
(Photo by: David Allen)



The show's immensely appealing score includes some old standards ("You Oughta Be in Pictures," "Jeepers Creepers," "Marahuana") as well as some enticing lost numbers like "Honolulu," "Breakfast Table Love," "Gather Lip Rouge While You May," and "Are You Making Any Money?"

The bottom line is that Painting the Clouds With Sunshine has been meticulously crafted by a doting creative team that knows this genre upside down and inside out. The musical preparation by Dave Dobrusky was rock solid. With the help of Hector Zavala's trim, Art Deco inspired unit set, Felicia Lilienthal's stylish costumes and Staci Arriaga's choreography, the show was a total delight. Although they may never become as famous as Kaufman and Hart, it looks like Kaufmann and MacKellan have a surefire hit on their hands!


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Mama Won't Fly, Little Fish Theatre, San Pedro, CA

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It's summer. That means we need beach type entertainment material. Navigable, fun, not too ponderous. It also means road trips, planned as much as one can plan a road trip, a chance to connect with family, and, also, fun. Mama Won't Fly, written by Jessie Jones, Nicholas Hope, and Jamie Wooten and directed by James Rice for Little Fish Theatre, is both navigable and fun.

Savannah Honeycutt (Amanda Karr) and and her daughter Norleen Sprunt (Susie McCarthy) plan to attend their son's/brother's wedding in Santa Monica. They live in Birmingham, Alabama. Their relationship is, well, it's difficult. Savannah is maternal, which is a polite word for manipulative. Norleen is feisty, chagrined, and not a little proud. She grieves the loss of the One, perhaps, Who, Got Away. Family is family though so, off they go.

Norleen bought the tickets, nonrefundable, of course. Problem is, mama won't fly. A prior flight, gastrointestinal issues, no details necessary. Now it becomes a race against time cross country road trip in a clunker. At the last second, future daughter-in-law/sister-in-law Hayley (Holly Baker-Kreisworth) joins the mix. It turns into a get to know each other odyssey across the bottom part of the country. They may or may not become family but they sure get to know each other along the way.

Adventures abound. These include hitchhiking because someone stole their car and baggage. A visit to a museum of foundation undergarments that would make Madonna and Lady Gaga green with envy. A stop-in at a bar with an identity crisis: is it Irish or is it cowboy? And, finally, a delightful skirmish in Las Vegas.

Rice toned it pitch perfect. Serious issues underscore the story but its emphasis was on Murphy's Law: everything that can go wrong, will. Was Hayley going to marry Mr. Right? Will Norleen rekindle what she thought was True Love? Was Savannah really that oppressive a mother? Who cares? The adventures and the predicaments are what shine in this story.

The performances are spot on, keen. Those southern accents are believable. The cast captures all the nuances of different people thrown together into each other's company. Each woman has a deep side, some kind of embedded craziness. As we see at the end, each has a huge heart as well.

Karr nails Savannah: a pistol, a firecracker, a scourge to Norleen's future happiness. Proving that the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, so was McCarthy's Norleen. Their bickering, their competition, and their shared DNA are funny, no doubt because the audience can relate to it. As a perfect contrast, Baker-Kreiswirth's Hayley seems to optimistic, unjaded, a soon-to-be bubbly bride. As this is a road trip, though, she has baggage of her own. As various roadside attractions, the ensemble cast -- Stephen Alan Carver, Sara DiMeo, Chiquita Fuller, Victoria Yvonne Martinez, and Daniel Tennant -- are not just hilarious, two of them serve as the doors of the car.

Mama Won't Fly is perfect summer fare. Well acted and staged, it will not just entertain you, it will also make you wonder why couples don't just elope.

Performances are 8 p.m., Friday and Saturday, 2 p.m, Sunday, July 6. The play runs until July 19. Tickets are $24 - $27. The Theatre is located at 777 Centre Street, San Pedro, CA 90731. For more information, call (310) 512-6030 or visit www.littlefishtheatre.org.

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Jennifer Reeves 1963 - 2014, With Apologies To ee cummings' (Buffalo Bill's)

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CHOMSKY'S VESSEL: Art Preview

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I'm pleased to note that Gary Lloyd's 1978 work, "Chomsky's Vessel," will once again be on public display in "Valley Vista," a group show curated by Damon Willick and opening in August at CSU Northridge. I wrote about this particular piece when it was last shown at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles in 2010. Here are some updated thoughts:

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"Chomsky's Vessel," 1978, 44" x 8" x 12", Encyclopedia Americana and chain binder. Collection Michael Salerno, Los Angeles. Photo: Gary Lloyd

A remarkable, insistently physical presence, Gary Lloyd's "Chomsky's Vessel" is a powerful and complex poetic metaphor expressed through the juxtaposition of two apparently incompatible elements: the complete edition of an Encyclopedia Americana, "dug out" in the manner of a primitive canoe and clamped together by means of the second element, a heavy chain binder. The piece is intended for display on the floor, where we look down into it from above--and where, low as it is in stature, it might actually trip up the unconscious gallery-goer and shock him into a proper state of awareness!

The work's power, surely, lies in part in the deceptive simplicity of its statement, its unequivocal "there"-ness. But penetrate beyond its physical presence, and you find yourself in a rich tangle of associations. Given the vulva represented by its interior and the phallus represented by the solid, unyielding handle of the chain, we think of male and female, the yin and the yang, and the snug, if complex relationship between the two: suggested here is the kind of constriction (social, cultural, emotional) against which women have understandably rebelled in the last century of our human history. The female element, though, calmly evokes the power of the internal, the container "vessel," the place of safety.

We may think of the essential lightness of the canoe--a craft that is eminently adapted to the natural environment, speedy and easily maneuverable, propelled across the surface of the water by no more than the natural current and the strength of its occupant; in "Chomsky's Vessel," though, it is juxtaposed with and, again, constricted by, the weight of the tomes that give it form, and of the rough chain that binds it. Our minds turn to the aboriginal intelligence of our species, envisioning through the sheer power of the imagination the potential of a tree (and yes, green reader, the encyclopedia was certainly at one time a tree!), and crafting from its trunk the boat that will transport a man more efficiently than his feet. We think, in this context, of the labor involved, and the primitive means of making, the hammer and chisel, in relation to the high-tech tools we have at our disposal in our world today.

We think, too, of the great achievements of our species, language, science and technology, the sum of everything peculiarly human that the encyclopedia contains within its covers by way of "information." We think of the violence perpetrated on an object in which our culture has invested so much respect: the book, lynchpin of half a millennium of human progress. We may even speculate further into the future on the questionable persistence of this hitherto esteemed medium of communication... We may question whether knowledge itself is now constricted by our society's politically willful ignorance--ignorance about, say, our misuse of the planet that we call our home; and wonder whether the binder is one of our own making, or one imposed on us by powers (corporate? governmental?) greater than our own.

We may, finally, wonder about our traditional way of thinking about art itself, how we define it--in this case "sculpture." For Gary Lloyd, the artist, "Chomsky's Vessel" represents "the voyage into the unknown and the compression of ideas into objects"--the essence of the sculptor's art. It's about "the primitive exploration of tools and mechanics, and a break from the plinth"--the pedestal upon which the sculpture and, by extension, art itself has been placed by an overly reverent and consumerist elite, an object of veneration, never to be touched by human hand--nor accidentally tripped over!

Or we may step back, away from all the rationalization of meanings and associations, and allow the poetic metaphor of the piece to do its work, grabbing hold of our imagination with nothing but its stubborn, irreducible presence. This, of course, is the work of poetry, the work of the poetic object that the artist has created. And then we may decide to rest there, instead of thinking it all through, in pleasurable contemplation of its mystery.

Silence Is Not Always Golden

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On October 19, 1959, William Gibson's powerful drama The Miracle Worker had its Broadway premiere at the Playhouse Theatre. Starring Anne Bancroft as Anne Sullivan and a very young Patty Duke as Helen Keller (by the time I saw the production, Suzanne Pleshette had replaced Anne Bancroft), Gibson's drama portrayed the crucial moment when Helen Keller (who was deaf, blind, and mute) was able to connect the dots and start to associate signed words with sounds. In the following news clip from 1930, Keller and Sullivan recall that breakthrough moment.





Keller's realization that "I am not dumb now" marked a huge step forward from the conventional terminology which had labeled her as "deaf, dumb, and blind." As modern medicine developed a deeper understanding of people with hearing and visual disabilities, new technologies led to the development of pioneering treatments with stem cells, bionic eyes, cochlear implants, and a greater sensitivity to the needs of those who are deaf and/or blind.

With more and more professional resources available to people with visual and auditory handicaps (and greater support networks for them), many have been able to live independently in ways that were previously unimaginable. A charming six-minute short film by Chaitanya Gopinath titled Lunch with Yoshi (which was screened during the 2014 San Francisco International Film Festival) follows a blind woman around Bangkok as she shops, rides the city's mass transit, and prepares lunch for a visiting friend.


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Poster art for Lunch With Yoshi



As part of his research and preparation for filming, Gopinath tried his luck riding Bangkok's Skytrain while blindfolded so that he could experience what it is like for his protagonist to rely on the kindness of strangers to help her navigate her way through a busy city. Not only did the experience help him understand the challenges someone like Yoshimi Horiuchi faces on a daily basis, it made him acutely aware of his own abilities as a sighted person.

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The death of actress Phyllis Frelich brought back memories of my first exposure to Mark Medoff's award-winning play, Children of a Lesser God. Back in the 1970s, the New York City Opera used to perform at the Los Angeles Music Center following its fall season at Lincoln Center. Having attended many performances by New York City Opera while I was in college, I didn't hesitate to travel to Los Angeles for a week's vacation.

During one trip late in 1979, I caught a matinee performance of Medoff's play at the Mark Taper Forum and was completely blown away by Frelich's impassioned performance as Sarah Norman, a deaf woman who was formerly a student of James Leeds (played by John Rubinstein). Following its transfer to Broadway, Children of a Lesser God won the 1980 Tony Award for Best Play. Both Frelich and Rubenstein won Tony Awards for Best Actor.

Flash forward 35 years to the Berkeley Repertory Theatre's new production of Tribes, the award-winning British dramedy by Nina Raine which deals with the plight of a young deaf man who was raised by parents who didn't want him to learn sign language. Instead, Billy (James Caverly) was taught how to read lips and became quite proficient at it. Unfortunately, Billy's nuclear family is a toxic mess.

  • His father, Christopher (Paul Whitworth), is an academic bully who talks over everyone else and derives a somewhat perverse pleasure from intimidating people he assumes to be his intellectual inferiors. Try to imagine John McCain as an extremely condescending, long-tenured university professor who has stayed too long at the fair.

  • Billy's mother, Beth (Anita Carey), has literary aspirations which are frequently derided by her husband. Although she often manages to hold her own against Christopher's narcissistic bullying, after long years of marriage her admiration for his intellect has worn thin. With her three grown children having recently returned to live at home, she has plenty to deal with.



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Paul Whitworth (Christopher) and Anita Carey (Beth)
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  • Billy's sister, Ruth (Elizabeth Morton), is desperate to find a boyfriend and wonders what she lacks that could make her life so boring. Despite a lack of any talent or training, she imagines she could become an opera singer. Some members of the audience might find Ruth (who is nowhere near as intellectually gifted as the rest of her family) to bear a striking resemblance to Meg Griffin on Family Guy.

  • Billy's brother, Dan (Dan Clegg), is a selfish, depressed, and desperately lonely soul who suffers from auditory hallucinations. He is terrified that Billy might become independent and leave him alone.



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Dan Clegg (Dan) and James Caverly (Billy)
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One night, Billy goes to a party for deaf people and meets an attractive young woman named Sylvia (Nell Geisslinger). The daughter of deaf parents, Sylvia has been able to hear and speak since birth but is starting to lose her hearing.

Whereas Billy has gone through life lip reading, Sylvia has always used sign language to communicate with her parents. She sees herself belonging to the "Deaf Community" (where deaf people communicate by signing) as opposed to the "deaf community" (where deaf people essentially rely on lip reading).





Not only does Sylvia's interest in Billy inspire him to learn sign language, it also leads to a peculiar job opportunity which, as Billy shows increasing talent, raises the possibility of him leaving his family's home and moving in with Sylvia.


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James Caverly (Billy) and Nell Geisslinger (Sylvia)
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The bookshelves in Todd Rosenthal's intricately designed set are overflowing with the kind of collection that would make any university professor proud. But in many ways, the inability of Billy's family to truly listen to what he is trying to say (or even try to understand his feelings) leads to a bitter confrontation when Billy realizes that he belongs with a tribe of deaf people who sign rather than his nuclear family. The Act I finale -- in which the family gathers around the piano to listen to Sylvia play music as Billy stands silently, not hearing any sound and unable to participate in a group activity with the people he loves -- is heartbreaking.

Jonathan Moscone has done a superb job of staging Tribes for Berkeley Rep with a keen focus on demonstrating how some people don't listen and, whether by choice or because of a physical disability, some people don't hear. Thanks to Jake Rodriguez's sound design, the audience is able to understand the difference in the types of noise that Billy's family hears, Billy doesn't hear, and Sylvia is starting to hear replacing the sound of her voice and what she has grown up able to hear.

As Billy's situation with his family, with Sylvia, and with his new job starts to deteriorate, it's a rare treat to witness Caverly's impassioned performance rise to the boiling point. The following clip from the show's 2010 world premiere in London offers fascinating insights into the research Raine did while writing the play and how some of her consultants reacted to its premiere. To my mind, this clip offers the best advertisement to convince theatergoers they should purchase tickets to a performance of Tribes (Sacramento's Capital Stage will open its 2014-2015 season with its own production of Tribes in September).





To read more of George Heymont go to My Cultural Landscape

The Four-Walled World

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The term "world-building" tends to conjure images of maps and manuals and sprawling, fantastical lands. But the worlds that interest me most are usually enclosed by four walls.

I've always been fascinated by houses, both in reality (I'm shamefully prone to peering through neighbors' lit windows after dark) and in fiction, from Green Gables to Hill House. My own first story for young readers -- the story that eventually turned into The Books of Elsewhere -- was inspired by a house in my hometown: a once-grand Victorian that now sagged over a lawn full of fantastical wind-powered machines.

Why do I find houses so endlessly fascinating? I think it's because a house is a world.

A house has its own climate and atmosphere. It has its own inhabitants and culture, its particular food and art and rituals. A house has its own history, its own rules or ethics or powers-that-be. And (like another beloved fictional structure), houses are bigger on the inside -- big enough to contain most or all of the action of an entire novel.

Inch open the door, creep up to the windowsill, and peep inside these masterfully built worlds.



The House of the Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Hawthorne's tale is all about atmosphere; one of the house's inhabitants describes it as "a rusty, crazy, creaky, dry-rotted, damp-rotted, dingy, dark, and miserable old dungeon." Add a witch trial, mesmerism, and a family curse, and you've got what may be the greatest of American gothics.




The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Hill House is so unpleasant, so unexpected, so wrong in its construction that it actually makes visitors sick. Maybe it even drives them insane. Or maybe everything they experience is real. We never learn what it is that walks Hill House--only that it walks alone. And this is terrifying enough.




The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

The estate of Bly is rambling, isolated, and inhabited by characters who don't seem to deserve the reader's trust--the perfect setting for a deliciously subtle horror story.




The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Misselthwaite Manor is a lonely, barren mansion echoing with an invisible child's sobs until another child brings it and its enclosed garden back to life. This is a story that doesn't need any supernatural powers to feel rich with magic.




House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones

In this sequel to Howl's Moving Castle (another piece of wondrous house-sized world building), each time young house-sitter Charmain opens a door, it leads her to a different place: a filthy kitchen, a study full of magical books, a frozen bathroom. Watching her muddle through the house's mysteries is half the book's fun.




Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier

The internal culture of stately Manderley nearly crushes the new Mrs. DeWinter, who is compelled by housekeeper Mrs. Danvers to walk more and more closely in the former mistress's footsteps. Rebecca herself is gone, but the DeWinters aren't free of her -- not as long as Manderley stands.




Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

A chilly stone farmhouse on the wild, wind-blasted Yorkshire moors... The story of Heathcliff and Catherine wouldn't--or couldn't--have unfolded in the same way anywhere else.




Little, Big by John Crowley

Edgewood, the ancestral estate of the Drinkwater family, can't be found on any map, and its appearance seems to change from every angle--one façade is gothic, another Victorian, another modern. Edgewood is truly many houses in one, just like the Drinkwaters are many wildly varied beings in one family, and Little, Big is a novel made up of generations of twisting, multifaceted tales.




The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Jay Gatsby's West Egg mansion could practically be a stand-in for Gatsby himself. The house gives an initial impression of glamor, wealth, and raucous fun. But as both reader and narrator grow to know Gatsby better, it's revealed to be an enormous, eerily empty place--enviable on the outside, hollow within.

FACE IT: A Banner Year for Documentaries

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I have seen a batch of documentaries in the last few weeks -- coming your way soon, no doubt -- and they remind me once again that the folks behind them may be our finest and noblest filmmakers. Here are dedicated men and women who find stories they feel must be told, and they usually have to raise money via credit cards, family and friends, the occasional foundation, and lately, that godsend for do-gooders, Kickstarter.

Rory Kennedy, the daughter of Robert and Ethel, certainly doesn't have trouble raising funds... but neither does she need to work for a living. Yet, she has made a remarkable documentary titled Last Days of Vietnam -- just presented the Audience Award at the Nantucket Film Festival. This searing and exciting telling of the final exodus from that war (one she acknowledged her "Uncle Jack" began and her father later ran for president promising to end) is both an indictment and warning about entering wars with no possible victory. It includes interviews with heretofore unknown Americans who did everything possible, in the end, to help the people whose lives they had essentially destroyed.

Kennedy confesses she, like so many, thought we knew how that war ended, but she shows us new facets, mostly thanks to archival film she was able to attain. "There were so many heroes in those last 24 hours," she says. "I feel humbled to have been able to tell their stories."

Then there is The Supreme Price, Joanna Lipper's doc on the brave and tenacious women trying to bring fair leadership to Nigeria. Lipper teaches a class at Harvard on how to use film to bring about social change. She certainly succeeds with this one, catching a crucial moment in that explosive country where 200 girls have been lost, at best.

Another African story being told in a new documentary isSoft Vengeance, about one Albie Sachs, a white Jewish man who has been an anti-apartheid activist in South Africa for some six decades. His story is truly amazing and inspiring: here was someone who did not need to stay (in fact, he left the continent for a while), let alone fight and put his own life at risk. He was the target, finally, of a bombing in which he lost an arm. The filmmaker, Abby Ginzberg, is an American lawyer, long interested in social justice. When she re-met Sachs in 2009 in South Africa, (they had each been anti-apartheid activists in their own countries for years) she knew this would be her next project.

"The guiding principle throughout the three or four years it took to make the film was this was Albie's life but it was my film," Ginzberg told me. "I made it with the hope it would resonate with audiences in both the U.S. and South Africa, because Albie has paid some significant price for his involvement in the anti-apartheid movement, including 168 days in solitary confinement, loss of an arm and sight in an eye. He is an important spokesperson for reconciliation."

Another new doc is The Internet's Own Boy, the harrowing and heartbreaking story of Aaron Swartz, the 26-year-old whiz kid/hacker/free access advocate who took his own life rather than face indictment by a hovering Justice department. Like many others, I recalled the story somewhat but -- the tech world feeling far removed from my daily life -- never really focused on the details. Yes, this doc, directed by Brian Knappenberger, has a clear point of view, but it is very difficult not to move to that side and mostly, to feel for the friends, family and fans who loved and miss that boy.

Two docs that deal, tangentially, with the performance world, are also deeply moving and surprising. Holbrooke/Twain: An American Odyssey, directed by Scott Teems, is a beautiful, black and white chronicle of the actor who has been doing a one-man show on Mark Twain for 60 years: determined, as Sean Penn says in the film, "that we are not going to forget this guy." Neither will anyone ever forget, or look at, Holbrooke the same again. When this one is over, we understand why he feels Twain must be remembered, and we have witnessed the sacrifices and joys of the actor's life. Holbrooke, now 89, was at the opening night of the AFI Documentary Festival in Washington and was truly moved by the resounding standing ovation he received at the end of the film.

Finally, there is Life Itself, a lovely and often painful look at the life -- and slow death -- of influential film critic Roger Ebert. Directed by Steve James, this one is packed with often surprising material, including Ebert's respect from the most important filmmakers of our time, and his late-in-life marriage to a black woman he'd met in a recovery program.

After viewing these, one can't help feeling that even more than in narrative features these days, documentaries seem to be telling the better tales and giving us, frankly, more interesting people to watch. "The beauty of long-form documentaries is you can create more complex characters," says Rory Kennedy. Amen.

Who are the heroes here? Maybe the American ambassador who refused to leave Saigon until he was absolutely forced to. Or perhaps the woman who died speaking out for women's rights in Nigeria, or the daughter who has taken up the mantle. Maybe the white South African who got his law degree at 21 to help Mandela and others, maybe the man who never became cynical in his love of films. Perhaps the actor who lost two marriages and almost his children in order to keep Americans aware of one of its sagest wits. Maybe even a young man who died downloading for a cause that one day will be deemed correct.

No, the heroes are those men and women who spent years, and all the money they could find, to tell their stories.

10 Amazing Free Museums in the U.S.

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National Museum of Natural History (Photo: Smithsonian Institution)


Cultural discovery doesn't always come cheap. While admission fees support and sustain museums, they can add up for tourists looking for artistic experiences on a budget. To help you save a few bucks while on the road, we've rounded up a list of 10 great (and totally free) museums across the country.

Smithsonian Institution, Washington, D.C.

Not content with one free museum? How about 19 (plus a zoo)? The Smithsonian, surrounding the National Mall, comprises some of the best and most varied collections of art and Americana in the world. See contemporary works by Rothko and de Kooning at the groovy, cylindrical Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, lust after the Hope Diamond at the National Museum of Natural History, or fly an airplane simulator at the National Air and Space Museum. And, of course, don't forget the giant pandas at the National Zoo.

The Getty Center, Los Angeles, California

This museum icon is a work of art itself, all contemporary design and bright open spaces perched high above Los Angeles. In the center's four pavilions, explore extensive collections of photography, sculpture, and European art. Outdoors, carefully manicured gardens feature massive modern sculptures (and beautiful vistas of the hills). And at the Getty Villa, a short drive away, the ancient societies of Greece and Rome come alive with a fascinating array of artifacts and antiquities, including coins, gems, and jewelry.

Frye Art Museum, Seattle, Washington

Charles Frye, the son of German immigrants, and his wife Emma were two of Seattle's earliest patrons of the arts, dedicated to collecting and curating art for public view at the turn of the last century. View their Founding Collection, some 230 paintings mostly of German origin, the way the Fryes always intended -- for free. Tours and some lectures at the museum are also complimentary, and musical performances by local and visiting artists take place monthly.

The Baltimore Museum of Art, Baltimore, Maryland

Founded in 1914 with just one painting, The Baltimore Museum of Art (BMA) now plays home to some 90,000 pieces spanning from the 15th century to the present (including the largest collection of Matisse works in the world). A brand-new renovation, set for the end of spring 2015, aims to add new technology and thoughtful design to the museum. And this year sees the return of BMA's stolen Renoir On the Shore of the Seine, on public view for the first time in more than 60 years.

Olympic Sculpture Park, Seattle, Washington

A part of the Seattle Art Museum, this innovative -- and environmentally friendly -- sculpture park is free and open to the public 365 days per year. Pick one and explore the park not just for its collection of Claes Oldenburg and Louise Bourgeois pieces but also for the ocean air that blows in from Elliott Bay. It's hard to believe that this picturesque spot, where summer months bring live music, food trucks, and yoga classes, was once nothing but a dirty industrial site.

The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art is an encyclopedic museum, which means that it offers an array of art and artifacts from cultures far and wide. In the main building, view African masks, 18th-century French cabinetwork, and photography by Dorothea Lange and Diane Arbus, all under one roof. Head outdoors to meander through a sculpture garden and then see the famous, oversized Shuttlecocks installation by Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen.

Bronx Museum, New York City, New York

Manhattan certainly isn't hurting for museums, but one of the New York art scene's brightest stars resides in an outer borough. Since the early '70s, the Bronx Museum has played a vital role in connecting the local community with the art world, and to celebrate its mission, the museum implemented universal free admission in 2011. Take the D train to the museum to view its galleries of contemporary art from a number of cultures, including works by African, Asian, and Latin American artists.

Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland, Ohio

TripAdvisor users rank the Cleveland Museum of Art (CMA) higher than that other big attraction, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum, for good reason. Not only is admission free for all guests, but the museum also houses one of the most comprehensive art collections in the country. Located in Cleveland's bustling University Circle neighborhood, the CMA offers plenty of exhibitions and cultural enrichment experiences for all ages, plus a popular festival during which museumgoers can create classical works in a medium of sidewalk chalk.

The Menil Collection, Houston, Texas

One of Houston's top sights is this totally free museum that was founded by John and Dominique de Menil, who believed in the spiritual power of art. They amassed a collection of some 10,000 paintings, sculptures, decorative objects, prints, drawings, photographs, and rare books, now housed in an airy, chic space created by Renzo Piano, who also designed the Centre Georges Pompidou in Paris. The collection is shown via "whimsical" rotation, so no visit is quite the same as the last.

The Museum at FIT, New York City, New York

This spot at the southwest corner of Seventh Avenue and 27th Street bills itself as the most fashionable museum in New York City. Its permanent collection contains some 50,000 notable garments and accessories ranging from the 18th century to now, while rotating exhibitions focus on celebrated designers, lasting trends, and even specific articles of clothing (a current exhibition considers lingerie and its various innovations). The main-floor Gallery FIT also features work by students and faculty.

Read the original story: 10 Amazing Free Museums in the U.S. by Dara Continenza, who is a regular contributor to SmarterTravel.

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Expedition Photography (for Beginners!): 9 Tips for Better Travel Photos

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By Cristina Veresan, Grosvenor Teacher Fellow & Middle School Science Teacher at Star of the Sea School in Honolulu, Hawaii.

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Whenever I open up an issue of National Geographic magazine, I immediately flip though the pages to preview the photographs. Though I later return to each article to read the text, the images are most powerful in telling the stories. One of the most exciting aspects of the Grosvenor Teacher Fellowship is the opportunity to learn from the expert photographers associated with National Geographic.

I am a totally inexperienced photographer myself and, armed with a hand-me-down Canon Power Shot, was determined to gain some skills. At our pre-voyage workshop in April, naturalists and National Geographic-certified photo instructors Michael S. Nolan and CT Ticknor presented a session on expedition photography that was very inspiring. I was fortunate enough to have both Michael and CT on my expedition through Svalbard, where I continued my learning. They both have the technical skill to help the most sophisticated photographers but also the heart to help novices like me.

These following expedition photography tips are not my own and must be credited to Michael and CT. However, I will provide my interpretation and examples of my own photos taken on the expedition. Still daunted by settings and white balance, I shot in auto mode, but I did try and pay attention to composition and create images that would help me tell a story.

1. Take an establishing shot.
Each landing we made, I tried to take a photo that broadly captured a sense of place -- usually with the ship in the background. The establishing shot provided useful context for the other photos. This is a shot of the beautiful isthmus at our last landing. The white sky and muted colors were otherworldly.
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2. Leave space in the frame.
With the polar bears, it was temping just to zoom in and bullseye the animal in every frame. However, when I pulled back and left some space, I got powerful images of the bear in its vast landscape of pack ice.
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3. Rule of thirds.
When shooting landscapes, think of the frame as divided in horizontal thirds and group elements by thirds instead of halves. So, in this shot of water and sky, instead of half water and half ice, I aimed for two-thirds water and one-third sky.
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4. Light sets the mood.
Both the midnight sun and the silvery light in the high latitudes were like nothing I have ever seen. I looked for reflections and shadows. I tried to get up at different times, like this shot at 2 a.m., to capture the mood.
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5. Get in close.
Though I did not have a powerful zoom lens, I did try and get in close where I could. One of the ways I could reasonably do this was by taking macro shots of the vegetation. I often lay down on the spongy tundra to get at ground level. Another way was to zoom in on a glacier face to capture the ice texture.
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6. Use continuous shot to capture action.
Get to know your continuous shot setting! When capturing action, it is a great way to ensure you don't miss the look of the arctic fox, the take-off of the guillemot, or in this case the yawn of the polar bear!
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7. Consider the angle of your shot.
I tried to get the ship itself and other guests in some of my shots not only for scale and to establish the scene but to find new angles. During a visit by a curious polar bear, I went up a deck to get this shot.
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8. Layer your images.
I would often hear CT remind us of this when we were on hikes ashore. One easy way to accomplish this is to place something dominant in the foreground with an interesting background like this whale vertebra with hikers and the ship behind it.
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9. Get a sense of scale.
It can be much more powerful to know how big or how small a subject. After photographing tiny vegetation for several days, it finally occurred to me to occasionally put my finger in the shot for scale! Another example: I took a lot of shots of the bird cliff but this one with the Zodiac in it offers scale.
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10. "Don't Point and Shoot -- Aim and Create"
This is a motto that Michael and CT shared at our April meeting that resonated for me while on my expedition. I did not want to come back having snapped thousands of pictures but not really capturing the landscape, the wildlife and my shipmates in a creative way. I am definitely more mindful of how to aim and create interesting images that tell a story. I am inspired to continue my own journey with photography. And one of these days, with a successful Arctic expedition behind me, I might even venture out of auto mode.

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A Rose for Martha's Vineyard

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Rose Abrahamson, Photo by Kathleen Young. Used by Permission.


Rose Abrahamson illuminates life. She is a 93-year old artist living on Martha's Vineyard. She continues to create art, although today her work tends more toward collage made from found objects rather than actual painting. At 93, she has some physical limitations. Rose was not always a Vineyard resident. She was born in the Bronx, New York and grew up during the depression. She was one of six siblings. Her father was a gambler and wasted his family's modest income. Thus, Rose's family was constantly moving for lack of ability to pay rent. Somehow her mother was able to feed them, but Rose vividly remembers bread lines. So how did this modest, beautiful woman make the journey from a poverty-stricken childhood to a comfortable, elegant, yet simple life on Martha's Vineyard?

The earliest memory Rose has of creating art was when she was five-years old. She would sit with pencils in her hand and draw and draw until she was exhausted. Her mother used to say that if you put a pencil in Rose's hand she may never eat again. When you see the word artist in the dictionary, a picture of Rose Abrahamson is its definition. No matter her family's economic circumstances, there would be nothing that could stand in the way of her destiny. The only question was how would life unfold so she could continue to live with that "pencil in her hand" which was her passport to realms breathing within her soul.

Rose's story is wondrous. She was lifted out of poverty when she met the love of her life, her husband, Lester Abrahamson. He asked her father for her hand in marriage and off they went on adventure after adventure. One of the first things they did was go to the capitals of Europe. In Paris, Rose found the embodiment of her fantasies. The city of lights pulsated with art and Rose's heartbeat harmonized with its radiance. Rose ever the open vessel soaked in the intense Parisian culture. They lived in Paris for a year, a part of a large group of American ex-pats writing, painting, alive in Paris. From Paris, Rose and her husband traveled throughout Europe and eventually returned to New York City. In New York, she enrolled in the only art school she would ever attend, the Art Students League. She not only painted, but she also modeled. Rose and her husband were a beautiful couple. Their love lit their path through eternity. His passing is one of several tragedies in Rose's life that she has overcome. In the Edgartown Council on Aging ("The Anchors"), there is a poster of an elegant 80+ year old woman in a bathing suit, which has these words -- "[g]rowing old is not for sissies." You must have courage. Rose is the essence of courage.

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Rose's Dream by Rose Abrahamson. Used by permission.


Eventually her husband had to move to D.C. as Rose went with him. During that time they visited Martha's Vineyard. Within a day or two, Rose announced to her husband that this was the place where she had to live and they should make the necessary changes to enable that to happen. Her husband, not being thrilled at the prospect of leaving his thriving financial business, agreed nevertheless. Love is our grand dictator. It worked out for the both of them. Lester found new ways to make a living, made lots of friends and Rose fit in quickly into a community that doesn't easily accept "wash ashores" (people who move to the Vineyard from off-island).

Once ensconced on the Vineyard in their own home, they both set out to make their lives together. Rose will tell you that nature exhales, inhales, thus creating the rhythm of life. And that the Vineyard has its unique music. This small girl from the Bronx, as urban as any landscape can be, naturally harmonized with the cadence of Island life. Her work began to grow, reflecting the poetry that is Martha's Vineyard. She collected in her home artifacts of her beloved island. Shells of every type adorn one section of her house, a loving shrine to grace. If you ever wonder why the rich and famous want a piece of this island, all you need to do is visit Rose Abrahamson's abode to understand in one modest setting how transcendent Vineyard life is.

Rose Abrahamson awakened on her beloved island. The first time I met her, she was 92. When she walked into the room, it was like an exquisitely formed flower had suddenly opened in front of my eyes, fully bloomed. She embodied her name. When you meet this woman you cannot help but fall in love. She personifies light.

Rose has exhibited in several Martha's Vineyard galleries and continues to do so. She has no agent, but she sells quite well. When people see her art, they are struck by her vivid sense of composition and use of color that she employs. Her range is phenomenal, from abstract to representational to sculpture and collage.

Rose once said that she has a "collective imagination." This 93-year young woman has ascended to a level of love and acceptance. Her journey is our future. Our past. Our present. The alpha and omega.

These days, every other week Rose threatens to stop creating art. She claims to be too old. The only problem with that statement is that she has never been able to put down her "pencil." She is fearless. If you come to Martha's Vineyard, forget the glitz and wealth of which you may see glimpses. The true richness of the island resides in one talented, gracious lady - Rose Abrahamson, Artist.

See what Rose has to say about Martha's Vineyard and her art by clicking here.

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To Russia with Love by Rose Abrahamson. Used by permission.

Living Legends of Jazz

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Roy Haynes photo Fran Kaufman


Once again Notes on Jazz is proud to carry on its tradition of compiling and publishing the annual "Fourth of July Living Legend of Jazz" feature. This is the fifth such compilation, a yearly reminder and a joyful celebration of the artistry and longevity of jazz artists that have been living in our midst. Every year we are surprised at some familiar new members who have entered into the ranks of the Living Legends. The standards are simple: induct any musician, working or retired who has reached their 70th birthday and has contributed to the canon of the music, keeping the spirit and tradition of the music alive. Artists need not be popular or internationally recognized, but in their own way influential.

The list is organic and ever-changing, like the music. Sadly, since last year, we have continued to lose some of these great artists to the vagaries of time. With due respect, we take a moment to document and recognize their passing. Their spirit lives on in everyone who has ever had the privilege of hearing them play; either in live performance or on recordings. The passing of some truly venerable legends include musicians, performers, innovators, teachers, producers and mentors who made an indelible mark on society at large and on the music in particular. Some were famous, some infamous and all will be missed.

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Jim Hall photo Fran Kaufman


Some of the musicians we lost from the fraternity of Jazz Legends since last year include some elder statesmen as well as some who passed before their time. Perhaps one of the youngest we lost was the great pianist and educator Mulgrew Miller who left us at the young age of 57.

Two guitarists that were not necessarily jazz players but who influenced other players with their unique styles; Alvin Lee (68) of the band "Ten Years After" wowed audiences with his speedy lines and guitarist/vocalist J.J. Cale (74) famous for his song "Cocaine" passed prematurely this year. The keyboard wizard and funk master George Duke, (67) was also lost this year along with several Blues players; bassist Jackie Lomax famous for his work with the Beatles (69) , velvet voiced vocalist Robert Calvin aka Bobby "Blue" Bland (82) and guitarist Morris Holt aka " Magic Slim" all left us this past year. The beautiful Brazilian stylist Oscar Castro-Neves, often considered co-founder with Jobim of the Bossa nova style, passed at age (73.) The ranks of world-class flutists was decimated this year with the loss of flutist Sam Most (82), the great Frank Wess (91) and Yusef Lateef (93), an originator of the world music movement.

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Yusef Lateef


Others lost this year include singer/ songwriter, Bobby Womack and session guitarist, famous for his work with Steely Dan among others, Hugh McCracken both 70, trombonist Wayne Henderson was 73, bassist Butch Warren who was 74, saxophonists Kalaparusha Maurice McIntyre 77, drummer Donald "Duck" Bailey, pianists Bengt Hallberg 82 and Frank Strazzeri 84, two legendary saxophonists Herb Geller 85 and Med Flory 87, pianist Boyd Lee Dunlop 88 , drummer Al Harewood 88 and Paul T. Smith along with the trombone of Paul Tanner 95 who was with the Glenn Miller Orchestra and Duke Ellington vocalist Herb Jeffries who was 100.
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Chico Hamilton



The world became a less creative place when we lost the talented pianist Cedar Walton at 79, the funky trumpet of Donald Byrd at 80, the sensitive nuanced guitar of Jim Hall at the age of 83, the Canadian Vibraphonist Peter Appleyard at 84, the soulful piano of Horace Silver at the age of 85,

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Horace Silver


the high-pitched vocals of "Little" Jimmy Scott at 88, Trumpeter Joe Wilder at 91, the catchy rhythms of drummer Forestrom "Chico" Hamilton at the age of 92, the Latin sounds of pianist/arranger Bebo at 94 or the elegant and intelligent charm of pianist Marian McPartland who was 95.

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Marian McPartland photo Fran Kaufman


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"Little" Jimmy Scott


The music has proven time and again that despite losing its legends to the inevitable vagaries of time, it is a durable art form. As some pass through, there are always others who enter our world introducing new ideas and fresh musical concepts. The music continues to expand, thriving with every generation. New musicians create from the path laid down by those who have blazed it before them ensuring that the music, however mutated it becomes, still is built on the bones of the tradition.

I continue to believe that jazz is an art form that has become the most internationally cooperative means of communication in the world today. As artists and listeners alike have found out it can be a tremendously spiritual medium allowing us to transcend everyday life with beauty and connectivity.

On this Fourth of July, let our passion for the music continue with this yearly celebration of these communicators, those who have been and continue to be so instrumental in bringing us this music we love so much.

Here is my expanded list of veteran players, all at least 70 years of age, who in some way helped shape the music with my usual caveat, I am sure to have missed some worthy contributors. To those I apologize in advance for any inadvertent omissions. This is the fifth year I have compiled. Please comment and add names if you find someone missing. Finally a great big thank you to each and every one of this year's celebrants who have made my life so much richer for having experienced the beauty of their art.

LIVING JAZZ LEGENDS: July 4, 2014


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George Coleman photo Lena Adasheva


Saxophonists/Reed Instruments:


Evan Parker, Pat LaBarbera, Gianluigi Trovesi and Arthur Doyle (70), Maceo Parker (71), Eddie Daniels, clarinet and saxophone (72); Pharaoh Sanders, Gary Bartz, Peter Brotzmann, Roscoe Mitchell and Bennie Maupin (73); Charles Brackeen, Arthur Bythe, Hamiet Bluiett, Wilton Felder, Joe McPhee, Charles McPherson, Carlos Ward, Paul Winter and Lew Tabackin (74); Odean Pope, Zibigniew Namyslowski, Charles Gayle, Sonny Fortune and George Braith (75)Gunter Hampel, James Spaulding, Charles Lloyd, Carlos Garnett, Joseph Jarman (76); Archie Shepp, Nathan Davis, Frank Strozier and Jim Galloway (77); Klaus ,Doldinger, Gary N. Foster and Don Menza (78); Giuseppi Logan, Jimmy Woods, Houston Person, George Coleman and Bunky Green (79); Lanny Morgan, John Handy III and Wayne Shorter (80); Sadao Watanabe, Charlie Davis, and Gato Barbieri (81); Phil Woods and Plas Johnson Jr.(82); Sonny Rollins (83); Ornette Coleman and Gabe Baltazar (84); Joe Temperley, Harold Ousley, Herb Geller and Benny Golson (85); Carl Janelli, Lee Konitz and Bob Wilber (86); Bilory, Lou Donaldson and Jimmy Heath (87); Marshall Allen (90); Jay McNeeley, (92); Harold Joseph "Hal" "Cornbread" Singer (94); Fred Staton (99).

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Charles McPherson photo Fran Kaufman


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Fred Staton photo Ralph A. Miriello



Pianists and Keyboards:


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Dick Hyman photo Fran Kaufman


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McCoy Tyner photo Lena Adasheva


George Cables, Monty Alexander, Jan Fryderyk Dobrowski, Keith Emerson, Chris Stainton and Bobo Stenson ( 70), Kenny Barron, Mike Ratledge, Dave Greenslade and Ben Sidran (71);Masabumi Kikuchi Connie Crothers, Stanley Cowell, Armando "Chick" Corea, Mike Nock, Sergio Mendes, Irene Sweizer and David Burrell (73), Herbie Hancock, Bob James and Roger Kellaway (74), McCoy Tyner, Mike Longo, Joe Sample, Gap Mangione, Joanne Brackeen and Warren Bernhardt (75); Denny Zeitlin, Steve Kuhn and John Coates Jr. (76); Eddie Palmieri and Kirk Lightsey (77); Les McCann, Carla Bley and Harold Mabern (78); Ramsey Lewis, Pat Rebillot, Ran Blake,Don Friedman, Oliver Jones, Ellis Marsalis Jr. and Abdullah Ibrahim (Dollar Brand), Dave Grusin and Misha Mengelberg (79); Pat Moran (McCoy) (80); Paul Bley and Larry Novak (81);Jack Reilly, Derek Smith and Michel LeGrand (82); Muhal Richard Abrams and Horace Parlan (83); Amhad Jamal, Frank Strazzeri, Claude Bolling, Barry Harris and Toshiko Akiyoshi (84); Cecil Taylor, and Junior Mance (85); Freddie Redd, Martial Solal, Richard Wyands and Mose Allison (86); Dick Hyman and Claude Williamson (87); Randy Weston (88); Reynold "Zeke" Mullins and Barbara Carroll (89); Marty Napoleon (93)

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Chick Corea photo Ralph A. Miriello


Bassists:


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Ron Carter photo Ralph A. Miriello


Harvey Brooks, Rufus Reid and George Mraz (70), Jack Bruce (71); Charles "Buster" Williams (72); Glen Moore and Steve Swallow (73); Don Thompson and Eberhard Weber (74); Mario Pavone (75); Larry Ridley, and Charlie Haden (76); Reggie Workman, Ron Carter, Chuck Berghofer, and Chuck Israels (77); Buell Nedlinger and Henry Grimes (78); Gary Peacock and Cecil McBee (79); Bob Cranshaw and Jack Six (81); Ron Crotty and Richard Davis (85); Bill Crow (86); Jymie Merritt (88); Eugene "The Senator" Wright (91); Howard Rumsey (96); Coleridge Goode (99).

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Buster Williams photo Lena Adasheva


Trumpet/Cornet/ Flugelhorn:


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Kenny Wheeler


Lew Soloff, Charles Sullivan and Jay Saunders and Jimmy Owens (70) Michael Mantler (71); Charles Tolliver (72); Eddie Henderson, Palle Mikkelborg and Chuck Mangione (73); Enrico Rava (74); Marvin Stamm and Hugh Masekela (75); Guido Basso (76); Ed Polcer (77); Bobby Bradford (79); Jack Sheldon and Dusko Gojkovic (82); Alphonso "Dizzy" Reece, Louis Smith and Ira Sullivan (83); Sam Noto and Kenny Wheeler (84); Carl "Doc" Severinson (86); Clark Terry (93); Thomas Jefferson (94); Gerald Wilson (95); Lionel Ferbos (102 -- 103 on July 17th)

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Marvin Stamm photo Ralph A. Miriello



Guitarists:


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Jeff Beck


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Jack Wilkins courtesy of Jack Wilkins


Jeff Beck, Pat Martino and Jack Wilkins (70) George Benson, Larry Coryell and Philip Catherine (71); James Blood Ulmer and John McLaughlin (72); Jerry Hahn (73); Ralph Towner (74); Gene Bertoncini and Joe D'Iorio (77); Sonny Greenwich (78); Ed Bickert (81); Kenny Burrell (82); Joao Gilberto and John Pisano (83); Martin "Marty" Grosz (84); Eddie Duran and Bucky Pizzarelli (88); Mundell Lowe (92).

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Ralph Towner


Trombonists:


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Dick Griffin photo Lena Adasheva


Erlind Wickland (70) Fred Wesley (71); James "Dick" Griffin, and Billy Watrous (74); Grachan Moncur III, Phillip Elder Wilson and "Big" Bill Bissonnette (77); Roswell Rudd (78); Julian Priester and Curtis Fuller (79); Locksley "Slide" Hampton (82); George "Buster" Cooper (85); Harold Betters and Conrad Janis (86); George Masso and Urbie Green (87).

Drummers/Percussionists


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Billy Hart by Lena Adasheva


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Billy Cobham photo Faina Cobham


Billy Cobham and Bobby Colomby (70), Jack DeJohnette, Barry Altschul (71) Michael Gils (72); Han Bennink (72); Billy Hart (73); Andrew Cyrille, Ginger Baker, Pierre Courbois and Idris Muhammad (74); Bernard Purdie, Issac "Redd" Holt, Nesbert "Stix" Hooper (75); Tony Oxley, Horace Arnold, Paul Ferrara and Daniel Humair (76), Louis Hayes, Pierre Favre, James "Sunny" Murray, Charly Antolini, Colin Bailey and Roy McCurdy (78); Ron Free , Albert "Tootie" Heath and Chuck Flores (79); Ben Riley, Colin Bailey and Ray Mosca (81); Mickey Roker, Frank Capp and Grady Tate (82); Ronnie Bedford (82), John Armatage (84); Hal Blaine, Jimmy Cobb, Charlie Persip (85); Frankie Dunlop (85); Joe Harris (86); Roy Haynes and Samuel "Dave" Bailey (88); Candido Camero (92).

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Jimmy Cobb photo Lena Adasheva


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Candido photo Lena Adasheva


Organists:


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Brian Auger


Al Kooper and Booker T. Jones (70) Mac "Dr John" Rebennack and "Papa" John De Francesco (73) Brian Auger (74); Rhoda Scott (76); Reuben Wilson (78); and Sir Charles Thompson (96).

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Sir Charles Thompson



Jazz Vocalists:


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Andy Bey photo Lena Adasheva


Joni Mitchell (70); Gilberto Gil (72); Janet Lawson (73); Astrud Gilberto, Al Jarreau and Mary Stallings and Andy Bey (74); Ruth Price, Sathima Bea Benjamin and Ellyn Ruker (76); Nancy Wilson, Carol Sloane, Karin Krog and (77); Marlene Ver Planck and David Frishberg, piano/vocals (81); Freddy Cole and Mark Murphy (82); Annie Ross and Helen Merrill (83); Sheila Jordan and Ernestine Anderson (85); Cleo Laine, Jackie Cain and Ernie Andrews (86); Tony Bennett (87); Bill Henderson (88); Bob Dorough (90); Jon Hendricks (92)

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Freddy Cole photo Clay Walker


Artists on Other Instruments:


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Michal Urbaniak photo Jacek Guizika


David Friedman vibes, Henry Threagill composer/arranger (70) Gary Burton, vibraphonist, Michal Urbaniak, violinist and Jean Luc Ponty, violinist, Jeremy Steig, flutist (71); Bobby Hutcherson and Roy Ayers, vibraphonists and Lonnie Liston Smith, keyboardist (73); Hubert Laws, flutist (74); Perry Morris Robinson, clarinetist, Gunter Hampel, multi-instrumentalist, Dave Pike, vibraphonist/marimba and Mike Maineri, vibraphonist (76); Hermeto Pascoal, accordion and keyboards,Charlie Shoemake, vibraphonist (78); Joe Licari, clarinetist and Sonny Simmons sax and English Horn (80), Warren Chiasson vibraphonist (80); Emil Richards, vibes and percussion (81); David Baker composer/cellist (82); Pierre "Pete" Fountain, clarinetist (83);
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Jeremy Stieg

Michael White, violinist, Rolf Kuhn, clarinetists and Paul Horn, flutist (84); Bernard "Acker" Bilk, clarinetist, and Andre Previn conductor/pianist (85); Terry Gibbs, vibraphonist, George Wein, pianist/concert promoter (89) Rudy Van Gelder, recording engineer (90); Sammy Nestico pianist/arranger and Buddy DeFranco, clarinetist (91); Lorraine Gordon, music producer and owner of the Village Vanguard (91); Jean "Toots" Thielmans, harmonica/guitar/whistler (92); Svend Asmussen, violinist (98).

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Buddy DeFranco


A big thanks to all the fine musicians and to photographers Lena Adasheva and Fran Kaufman and others for allowing the use of their terrific photographs.

X-Woman

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Moments before I was to go onstage for a preview performance of DEMERARA GOLD, a play about my life as a woman of color an immigrant and a witness to domestic violence, my mind wandered to the source of my conviction that I could write and perform my story. I had several sources of inspiration for my one woman show, but there is one so unlikely it made me laugh out loud.

POW. KAZAAM!! In the X-Men Comic Series, there is a character, Dr. Cecilia Reyes, whose father was blasted in a drive by shooting and who died in her arms when she was 6 years old. Determined to make something special of herself in his memory, she battled her way out of a rough neighborhood and became an emergency room doctor, all the while hiding the truth that she has super mutant powers, specifically the ability to generate a force field that is tied to her life force. Simply put, she can kick any villain's butt.

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It was over ten years ago and I was putting myself through City College of New York by working as a personal trainer. My obsession then and now is thrift shops. The closest thing I have to a superpower is the ability to spot the perfect lightly worn dress, gown, outfit of any kind. When I walk into stores like the Housing Works thrift outlets in Manhattan, the staff nods in my direction. Observant and savvy women about my size feel my force field and drift my way. They catch on to my confidence and authority, study my moves as I thumb through racks, select just the right dress and then another. They linger just far enough away to watch and learn and perhaps grab an item I have discarded. My skill doesn't have much of a payoff. I have dozens of amazing dresses that clog the closets of my Upper West Side apartment. I can't wear them, they don't fit my lifestyle. I can't really sell them; I have tried.

One afternoon I was haunting one of my favorite spots, Darrow on West 19th Street in Manhattan. Their advertisement read, "Vintage Designer and Never Worn Vintage -with friendly and helpful staff. Popular with top Models." The owner, Darrow, was a friend of sorts. She shared my tastes in 1940's and 50's clothing with classic lines, fine stitching and unusual colors. Darrow had fascinating friends and even held chic parties in her store. She liked the way I wore her Adele Simpson and Miriam Lefcourt dresses, encouraged me to try on as many as I could. Other customers would see me walking around the store in her merchandise and fall under the spell of a particular outfit. Darrow was using me as an unpaid showroom model. Sometimes she even gave me an outfit as a token of her appreciation.

But there was someone else on hand who was watching. Darrow introduced him to me as a friend. With brown hair, he was slim and cool looking in an easy going sort of way. He would chat it up with Darrow, hang out in the store, make small talk with us girls. One afternoon, he tendered an unusual proposal. He was an illustrator of comic books. He wanted to use my likeness, my "energy," he said, to create a character, a superhero. Of course I agreed. What harm could come of it? I had to chuckle to myself at the thought that my thrift shop swagger was so obvious.

A month later, Darrow handed me an X-Men comic book opened to an early page. I was stunned. There I was. My face, my hair, my physique. But on the page I wasn't a student and a personal trainer, I was Dr. Cecilia Reyes, bursting with energy, empathy and enough power to help the X-Men battle evil. Dr. Reyes delivered her words with a staccato sureness. As a mutant, she had personal doubts, but she also had amazing powers. And when she unleashed them, look out!

Now, I understand that Dr. Reyes is a fictional character born of an artist's creative mind but there is something about her that feeds me. Life imitating art, as they say. I knew I had a story to tell and I knew I had the power to tell it and perform it. Damn the doubters who said I couldn't do it and no one would care if I did. Just like Dr. Reyes, I wasn't looking for revenge. I was looking for my voice, my power to heal and thanks to a comic book illustrator and a mutant superhero I was on the road to finding it.

The story goes that Lana Turner was discovered in Schwab's drugstore in Los Angeles. I guess I will settle for a thrift shop in Manhattan's Chelsea neighborhood. My solo-show is DEMERARA GOLD. Check the website www.DemeraraGoldTheShow.com for performance site and dates. POW.

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Spotlight on Women Choreographers: Allison Brzezinski

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Co-authored by Ellen Dobbyn-Blackmore

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Allison Brzezinski, Choreographer, ChEckiT!Dance
Photo by Aehee Kang Asano

Whenever there are large scale dance events the question almost inevitably arises: where are the women choreographers? The fact is that they're everywhere. Why they aren't always well represented in the top tier of the world's dance companies is a more complex and vexing question. The good news is that aspiring women choreographers aren't just sitting around waiting for the phone to ring. Allison Brzezinski, a New York-based choreographer, is working to give other women the opportunity to show off their work in the annual ChEck Us OuT Dance Festival which she founded four years ago.

The festival features works choreographed and danced by women from all over. This year the festival takes place at 5:00 p.m. on July 19th at Summit Rock in Central Park. The event is free and open to the public. Following a rehearsal of her latest piece at the Spaceworks studio in Long Island City, Ms. Brzezinski spoke about her work with her own company, ChEckiT!Dance, and her aspirations for the festival. Ms. Brzezinski's comments have been edited for space and continuity.


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Andrew Blackmore-Dobbyn: How did ChEck Us OuT Dance Festival: A Celebration of Female Choreographers start?
Allison Brzezinski: We just wanted to produce work and thought that Central Park would be a great place for it. We walked around the park and thought we could use the bandshell and it would be wonderful but of course we called Central Park and reality set in. They said, "We have this other beautiful location, Summit Rock." We went there and we fell in love. It's challenging but it's so beautiful to see nearly any work that we've done there.


ABD: How does the environment of Summit Rock affect the way you choreograph?

AB: Typically I don't really consider the rock but this year, for this piece, it's the first time I've ever done that where I've used the benches as the ledge. When choreographers come to perform they get twenty minutes in the space to play their music and space it out and then it's on to the next. It's tech and performance on the same day.

ABD: What can you tell us about the piece we saw in rehearsal today?
AB: In the piece, the benches that we've set up are representations of the ledge at Summit Rock and that represents the old idea of feminism. The whole piece is based on a reading that we all did of Debora L. Spar's book, "Wonder Women." It's about these two ideas of feminism and where it leaves women today. Their relationship with the ledge where they're perching, the hesitancy of not knowing if they're going to find the liberation to try out these new ideas or if they're sticking to old concepts. I wanted the trio juxtaposed with the duet because there are more individuals working in their own world with the two women working together, leaning on one another and supporting each other. They can't just find it from theoretical principles. They have to actually work together to make something.

ABD: Is it logistically difficult to get enough rehearsal time with your dancers?
AB: Absolutely. Three of my dancers are in other companies. On top of it, everyone has a full time job. It's very challenging to make sure that we have enough time. I would love to do it all day, every day, but right now it's just not possible.

ABD: Why is it important to make this festival by and about women?

AB: Our mission at ChEckiT!Dance is to create a crack in the stereotypical structure of how women are seen in today's society and I want to give them a platform that aligns with our mission and allows female artists' voices to be heard. There are so many prominent male choreographers that I deeply respect but I think this a really great way for women who are in certain phases of their career to get their foot in the door and show off what they can do in a challenging and very beautiful setting.

ABD: What do you think women gain from working with each other and without men?

AB: It's kind of cliché but goes back to sisterhood and being able to support one another and being able to deal with a variety of personalities. In terms of the movement, it can be different. How they move together, how they feel the timing is slightly different than when there's a man involved. I feel like when women are working together there's more willingness to explore with their bodies and do things that they feel aren't attractive or that are awkward and uncomfortable. They're different when a man is present.

ABD: Why do you think that women have trouble reaching the top tier?
AB: I don't actually know. There are women that are reaching the top tier but there's such an abundance that are at our level. I think they don't know what the next steps are. I think they need someone or something. Mentoring. There are fewer female mentors out there from my perspective.

ABD: How has the ChEck Us OuT Dance Festival evolved since its inception?
AB: The audience has grown. I think we started with about a hundred people coming to shows with eleven choreographers and about seventy dancers. I did all the math recently and we have worked with almost forty choreographers and about one hundred and sixty dancers over the past four years. Last year the audience was over four hundred. We're actually getting to the point of "does the space serve for the evolution of the festival?" That's another bridge we'll have to cross in the next year or two.

ABD: What is your goal for the festival?
AB: I want to create a community of female artists which is really great because I continue to work with some of the same choreographers and continue to work with some of the same dancers. I want to find that community within New York City. I feel like the dance community can be highly competitive and I try to make it as welcoming and informal as possible while still putting on a spectacular show. I want them to find one another and then have the courage to go on and do other things with their work. Inspire site specific work. If this is the first time they're adapting their piece for a non-traditional space I want them to contribute that in the future.

ABD: What can audiences expect when they come to see the festival?
AB: They can expect a fun, welcoming evening of dance. A lot of contemporary, I would say, but a lot of variety within that genre. There's a variety of group pieces this year, a couple of trios, a couple of solos and a couple of duets. The music is kind of similar. In the past we've had a little bit more variation. This year, based on the applications that we accepted, there's more of a through line.

ABD: What about your personal goals? What's ahead for you?
AB: The next step after the festival that we're doing in July is we're taking that solo piece that Kendra Dushac is doing to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and we'll see whatever opportunities that may offer. That at least gets us into an international level which is very exciting. I would like to eventually have us teach more workshops. I would like the festival to be two days long and have workshops intertwined with it. And I'd like us to tour a little bit more. Right now we're very localized in New York, We've performed in Jersey and Pennsylvania and I'd like to be able to offer more opportunities based on the availability of the dancers.

ABD: What do the participants gain from being in the festival?
AB: They become part of the artistic community and people then use those dancers to make other pieces and create more work together. I want to create that collaborative environment. I'm not that kind of choreographer who just solely sets pieces on my dancers. My dancers are very involved. It's collaborative and improvisational so I would love to have that happen for the other dancers as well. Last year we had a choreographer come from overseas and it was inspiring and wonderful. She re-set her piece with New York dancers in under two weeks and they performed it. It was fabulous and wonderful. I like those opportunities to discover new kinds of work that I wouldn't get to see elsewhere.

Mélissa Laveaux at The Global Beat Festival - Serving Smiles and Warmth

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New York - The rain in the beginning of New York's summer season occurs often and prodigiously. It doesn't however, impede the progress or plans of the average Gotham pedestrian. It is as flavoring to the myriad offerings of international fare served by the hosting city. Amongst these offerings, was inaugural Global Beat Festival at Brookfield Place Winter Garden. Finding the place was a little bit more challenging than navigating the two inches of falling precipitation and rush hour traffic. Walking down Vescey Street, through one serpentine building, and into another, the Winter Garden was a glowing oasis with its seemingly sunlit, airy room and wide stage as its centerpiece. Standing on that stage, in front of a high backdrop with rich colors being intermittently projected onto it, Mélissa Laveaux, strummed a rich, red hollow-bodied guitar, as she sang effortlessly between French and English. Her very stature belied relaxed grace and confidence, mixed with the enthusiasm of an artist performing new songs for thirsty crowd. The crowd: a cross section of New Yorkers, some tourists seeking shelter from the storm, some office workers from the surrounding buildings. Still, others were peering over the edge of the food court on the floor above, but all in rapt attention. Such was the spell cast by Ms. Laveaux; exotic, yet familiar, accessible and welcoming. The crowds in New York may have earned an unfortunate reputation, as rude and impatient. Perhaps not. This crowd was, instead, fully appreciative of the musical bounty being served, filling themselves as if to honor their server. Ms. Laveaux graciously graciously regaled the crowd with stories between songs, all smiles and warmth, her English spoken without accent. On this first night of the festival, this otherwise unpleasant and uncomfortable night, she'd made the small space with trees growing in it's atrium a most welcome refuge. I'm glad I made it, and more glad I stayed.

I briefly spoke with Ms. Laveaux after her performance, and followed up in correspondence to produce the following interview. It has been edited for length and clarity.

You're currently on a tour, taking you through Canada, Europe, South East Asia, and of course, NYC, where we met. How do you think your music is able to communicate to listeners across these different places? Are they very different, in terms of audience?

I think every culture and country, and even every city has its own particular relationship with music and live performance in general. When I'm in Canada, people can relate to the multi-lingual aspect of my songs and tout a certain pride at my Canadian and Haitian roots ('our girl made it big in Europe' - well, not exactly). When in France, I find that people like the exotic aspect to my music - they have a hard time putting me in a box. There's a real market for world music but also North American folk - and I tend to combine both. South East Asia was very different - I don't know how well I'll fare in New York though... I suppose I'll see.

I've always enjoyed when musicians can perform in multiple languages, as you do. How do you find your melange of cultures (Haitian and Canadian) has influenced your sound?

I like to think of each language offering a different tone or texture to my voice because different languages have different sounds and thus each require a different type of breath. The minute you change the way you breathe, you change the way you sing. Of course, I didn't know that when I first started writing songs. All I could think of was whom I was writing for and whether or not I wanted them to understand what I was singing.

Many musicians today perform with more "devices", production and slickness. How did you find yourself using a style more reminiscent of a troubadour? Whom would you call your influences?

Ha! I like the idea of being a troubadour. I've always been obsessed with storytelling. If I'd had a different career, it still would have somehow involved storytelling - that and healthcare. My songs all have their stories or are based on mythologies, or legends or a scene in a book or a film. However, when I play, usually play as a 5-piece band and we do use slick devices and pre-productions, but I find it a lot harder to tell stories in between songs. So naturally, when I am alone, all I have as a device is trying to get people into the song - because it is highly likely they won't understand what I'm singing.

I especially loved your rendition of the classic Leonard Cohen song, "Hallelujah". Can you name other songs that move you, the same way your version moved the audience that night?

Lots of songs move me. I listen to way too much music - and a lot of it is listened to on loop. Elvis Costello's "I want you" kills me every time I hear it. Like a lot of my favorite songs, I can listen to it on loop for days. I'm currently writing an album around the theme of desire so it was a good place to start. I also love Stina Nordenstam's cover of "People are Strange" (by the Doors) - I think it's the best cover of any song that's ever been made. Nina Simone's songs are some of the most beautiful and heartfelt I've ever heard. I think that these days there are so many codes and queues in musical performance, that it's hard to find a completely authentic and compelling performance - live or recorded. When I find one, and it hits me, listening to it gets pretty addictive.

The night you played the Winter Garden in New York, it was dreary and rainy, yet inside the venue it felt almost "sunny". Do you try to affect moods with your music?

I think I try to affect people period. The funny thing is, I have a grand total of one happy song and the rest are all terribly depressing and sad and most recently very angry - but only in terms of lyrical content. Everyone always thinks the songs are sunny because I like playing guitar percussively. I try to not ruin it too much, but I do spill the beans on the songs' meanings every once in a while, just so that I don't feel as though I'm pulling a fast one on the audience.

You've so far released two EPs and two albums, your latest being, "Dying Is A Wild Night". That's quite an output for a young, independent artist. How have you been so prolific, and what can we look forward to from you next?

Well, I'm not so independent. I'm under contract with an independent French label who gets the discs distributed by a much larger label. I have a manager, publicists and booking agents who all work very hard at getting me on stage. All I have to be concerned with is composing, writing and performing music to the best of my abilities. I'm very very fortunate in this industry to have that much support. But I certainly don't consider myself to be prolific! I actually have a hard time focusing... which is making writing a concept album very tricky... It takes a lot of time and concentration.

Caravaggio Could Be the Key to a New Detroit

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One of the most striking works held in the Detroit Institute of Arts' formidable collection is Caravaggio's Martha and Mary Magdalene (c. 1598). A grand example of the artist's chiaroscuro style of intensely contrasted regions of darkness and light, the painting depicts a virtuous Martha's strenuous efforts to convince Mary to turn away from her libertine lifestyle and to embrace piety. The painting's classic religious conversion story roughly parallels the trajectory of the painter's art historical assessment. Brilliant but badly troubled, Caravaggio garnered fame in Rome, quickly and flamboyantly, died violently at age 38, and, despite having produced numerous commissioned works for rich patrons throughout Italy, disappeared from the radars of art historians and critics for three centuries and change. Not until the early 20th century would he be reborn through rediscovery.

Juxtaposing Caravaggio's reputational rebirth and Mary's spiritual rebirth makes for an intensified viewing. The one resonates with the other, amplifying the painting's punch. Alongside this aesthetic value, Martha and Mary Magdalene can also yield a strategic value to the city it calls home. Detroit, like Mary, has an opportunity to undergo a dramatic, and quite literal, renaissance.

As Detroit's bankruptcy proceedings continue to unfold, once again some creditors and commentators are arguing that the city should sell off the DIA's art collection to pay off the city's creditors, among whom are thousands of retired city workers. The pro-liquidators would have the pensioners vote against a federally mediated Grand Bargain that is designed to cushion the blow to their benefits plans and prevent a sell-off of DIA art. Symbolically and politically, the fate of the Caravaggio and all the other works held under the DIA's stewardship, hinge on the outcome of a stark choice confronting the city. Shall the city become a post-bankruptcy exemplar of municipal resilience and transformation, or a poster-child for new experimental forms of what some refer to as disaster capitalism? This is the fundamental question the pensioners' vote will answer. Ultimately, if Detroit's aim is rebirth, the city will have to vigorously rebut the shortsighted reasoning of some of its creditors, and instead implement a long-term urban design strategy that foregrounds the city's art, and, in particular, the DIA.

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Choosing to become an art center is often considered largely a matter of gathering a critical mass of artists and institutions that train, nurture, employ and showcase them. But it is equally accurate, and arguably more important, to see the decision as a commitment to investing in two types of problems.

The first problem type concerns all the controversial and at times scandalous matters of art forgery and authentication, piracy, repatriation battles, and perennially present appetency --the early modern Caravaggio and his wealthy Roman patrons knew it then, just as the present-day Gagosians and Poly Auctions do now-- of art to serve as an emblem of the ultra-rich, an adornment like a Sneetch's belly star, and nothing more. But these are, ironically, good problems for cities to have. They entangle a gaggle of debated viewpoints that hem together strains of ethics, law, cultural criticism, the humanities, and, crucial in the context of bankruptcy, assessments of one of capitalism's most stupefying exercises in excess--the apparently upper-limitless valuations attached to high art objects.

These are the problems of Paris, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Toronto, New York. These are the problems of vital, culturally wealthy cities. Infusing the discussions within and about Detroit with them will not rid the city of its more tangible woes. But it is inevitable that the infusion would place the city in good discursive company. An additional salutary by-product? A bold choice on Detroit's part would likely inspire other cities to not go quietly into an artless night. The DIA has come to occupy so central a role in the bankruptcy proceeding that its fate has political consequences not only locally and regionally, but as well globally. Other financially distressed cities are looking on, particularly in Europe.

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Keeping the DIA's collection and choosing to aim for global relevance also means embracing a fundamental problem of our fractured, frenetic age: rampant meaninglessness facing so many in a world whose degrees of risk, opacity, hardness, and sheer velocity outstrip most scales. Ambitious museums and radical architectural forms can serve as secular Meccas for those who live in their vicinity, certainly; but, as importantly, institutions like the DIA also function as planetary way-stations for pilgrims worm-holing through international airports from city to city, many looking to understand their planet-roaming as something more meaningful than even their most transactionally meticulous spreadsheet would indicate.

Can a solitary DIA pull off this existential task? Within the context of the other material links working like so much connective tissue to anchor Detroit in the flows of people, money, goods and ideas streaming between the world's cultural hubs -- its International Airport, its culture industry, the research universities, the daily examples of resiliency that its residents perform -- we should believe so.

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Critics have argued that since Caravaggio likely used courtesans as models for Martha and Mary Magdalene that the conversion story is undermined. But against the backdrop of the momentous decision Detroiters are mulling, a better interpretation might read Caravaggio's choice as indicative of the crucial roles that real people --the workers, mothers, teachers, retirees, the destitute, the children, and even the criminals of Detroit-- play in this metropolitan drama, and the power of great art to illuminate the direct connections between real peoples' lives and questions of massive personal, political and societal consequence. Everyone in the city is confronted with the choice of Detroit's possible futures. And each one will bear its consequences.

Detroit's best option, as with Mary Magdalene, is conversion: civic rebirth. Speramus meliora; resurget cineribus ("We hope for better things; it will arise from the ashes") is the city's motto, after all. It should also be the key to Detroit's vision of the future.

Marcia

Clint Eastwood's Jersey Boys

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Kumba is what you think about when you see Clint Eastwood's movie version of Jersey Boys. Everyone but Bob Gaudio (Erich Bergen) who talks about T.S. Eliot's "objective correlative" is from the neighborhood and that's the problem. The disquisition rendered in intentionally old style Technicolor (which is to say intentionally lacking in the kind of production values audiences are used to today) renders a series of plastic stereotypes, a kind of working class commedia dell'arte. Frankie Valli (John Lloyd Young) is clueless, Tom DeVito (Vincent Piazza), is the not too street wise criminal who mortgages the group's future and Nick Massi (Michael Lomenda) the winteriest of the Four Seasons just wants to go home. Frankie's wife Mary Delgado (Renee Marino) couldn't have been too happy with her portrait as a demanding alcoholic who forces her husband to pack his bags just as he's about to make it. Apparently it's all true, but it also plays as the stuff of a lousy afternoon soap or reality show like The Real Housewives of New Jersey..

Speaking of neighborhoods, the aging demographic of the cranky crowds attending Jersey Boys might remind you of another Italian neighborhood, Dante's Inferno. Marshall Brickman's script sacrifices believability for verisimilitude. At one point Frankie and his pals try to steal a safe which is so heavy that their car rides on two wheels. It's a scene that wouldn't be worthy of a Little Rascals outtake. Sometimes the things that people actually say to each other are neither informative nor entertaining and furthermore Jersey Boys is not cinema verite. It's a musical, but once the dreary backstory with its god forsaken lounges and hokey songs comes to an end, you get the pay off. "December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night)," "Let's Hang On," "Candy Girl," "Walk Like a Man," "Dawn," "Sherry,""Who Loves You," "I'm Working My Way Back to You." Who cares if the lives of The Four Seasons were embarrassing and deeply sad (one of Frankie Valli's daughters, Francine, a talented singer in her own right died of a drug overdose and his stepdaughter, Celia died the same year from a fall). "You are about to enter another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind..." Rod Serling says in his introduction to The Twilight Zone. That's where those hits exist.


{This was originally posted to The Screaming Pope, Francis Levy's blog of rants and reactions to contemporary politics, art and culture}

Doug Argue on the ImageBlog

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