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Halloween at the Auditorium with Jack

November 3, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

In a city of millions, holiday traditions can come in lots of flavors and formats.  And for the past quarter century, the story of how Halloween Town’s Pumpkin King tried to steal Christmas from Santa has become a cherished staple all over the world, including our dense and complex city of wonder here in Chicago.

 

Marking the 25th Anniversary since its initial release in October of 1993, Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas, with its beautifully rendered vision of the whimsically macabre, is once again traveling the globe wedding the morbid thrills of Halloween to the hopes and joys of Christmas.

 

Last month in sunny California the commemoration of the film’s silver anniversary included a star-studded celebration at the Hollywood Bowl with Danny Elfman, the movie’s creator, playing Jack.  And on the most auspicious of all nights, Halloween, the cinematic classic landed at the resplendent Auditorium Theater for a two night run.

The Auditorium Lobby before the show.

Organizers added a dash of sizzle by asking Nightmare enthusiasts, along with their friends and family, to take full advantage of the convergence of Halloween and Christmas by attending in costume.  Hordes complied.

 

More than just a screening of a remarkably successful film, the celebration was complemented with the Chicago Philharmonic, recognized as “one of the country’s finest symphonic orchestras”, providing live musical accompaniment.  Channeling the evening’s vitality, many orchestra members rolled with the flow by dressing in costume as well.  There were violin playing bananas and swans.  Santas with cellos and Little Bo Peep working percussion.  Under the able direction of a keenly focused maestro, the orchestra was plush and impeccable as it followed and provided the musical underscore to Jack Skellington’s sadly misguided adventures that all but upended Christmas.

Oogie Boogie makes an appearance.

 

Halloween night, a modern holiday classic, the imposing ornate beauty of the Auditorium Theatre and a performance hall packed with eerily attired devotees made for an evening charged with enough jubilant energy to light a towering Yuletide tree.

 

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Oct. 31 – Nov 1, 2018

The Auditorium Theater

50 E. Ida B. Wells Dr.

Chicago, IL    60605

www.auditoriumtheatre.org

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Tomma Abts Exquisite at AIC

November 2, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

Tomma Abts, Oeje 2006

Listening to Tooma Abts in interviews, you’re struck by the calm of her presence.  A German expat living in London, her English is excellent and her speech exceptionally articulate as she explains her approach to her art.  Using words like “mood” and “feeling” and explaining the near spiritual dialog she undergoes with each piece, Abts is fascinating even before you view her serenely engrossing paintings.

Through a wonderful exhibition of Abts’ works in the Art Institute’s Modern Wing, Chicago has the opportunity to experience the creative output of a splendid contemporary artist; one whose vision and execution are both singular and remarkable for their quiet excellence.  The eminence and character of Abts’ canvases garnered her the prestigious Turner Award in 2006; making her the first woman to receive what’s considered the highest arts award bestowed in Great Britain.

Tomma Abts. Feke, 2013. Private collection, New York. Courtesy of greengrassi, London. © Tomma Abts.

Most of the exhibit’s paintings are like individual bewitching pools.  As you approach each one and peer into its core, they all invariably draw you deeper inside, treating the eye to new surprises the longer you survey their contained expanse.  Her pieces, usually in acrylic and oil, are comparatively compact in scale; typically measuring in the range of 19.8 x 15 inches in size.   Restrained dimensions add to the deceiving simplicity of the work itself.  Feke, completed in 2013 is a perfect example of the studied serenity you find in so much of what Abts does.   On a canvas of sumptuous soft lime yellow, lines, angles, shades and shadows seem to be in motion.  Lines mimic one another but are strikingly different in subtle ways.  Columns and planes and softly cascading angles have been configured to conjure the magic of illusion.

Working with no pre-conceived notion of where the piece will go, Abts paints by intuition; much in the way writers allow characters to help define themselves.

Tomma Abts. Inte, 2013. Private collection, Cologne. Courtesy of greengrassi, London. © Tomma Abts

It’s easy to forget the physical rigors often needed to create matchless art.  If Feke is an exercise in restrained mystery, Inte erupts in profuse precision; using red’s bold color to highlight the peaceful greens found in nature.   The more you’ll willing to invest in looking at Abts paintings; the greater the reward.

 

Well known for employing no tool other than her brush, there are no rulers to help draw a perfect line or compasses to insure flawless circles.  It’s all free hand which underscores the physical and mental demands high art can exact.   In these works, extreme focus is crucial in order to realize a creative ideal.  That focus helped to achieve the beautifully textured bronze ribbons in her 2017 Weie.

Tomma Abts. Weie, 2017. Collection of Danny and Lisa Goldberg. Courtesy of greengrassi, London. © Tomma Abts.

Occasionally one corner of the canvas will be rounded or sliced off leaving it at a 45-degree slant.  That curve or slant becomes an element of the art and is impishly mimicked in the work as seen in Oeje.  One painting even has its canvas separated into two parts with the design on one continuing perfectly to the second.  You first appreciate the beauty of the composition and are in the end astonished at the meticulousness needed to extend it so flawlessly to its second self.

 

Even though Abts painting do not convey the same sensory message, they all have a common voice.  One that’s contemplative, daring and inexhaustibly intent on exploring the alternative natures and beauty of art.

 

 

Tomma Abts

Through February 17, 2019

Art Institute of Chicago

Modern Wing

159 E. Monroe St.  (Nichols Bridgeway)

Chicago, IL  60603

https://www.artic.edu

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Giordano Dance Chicago Supercharges Harris Audience

October 29, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

Giordano Dance Chicago in the world premiere of Ray Mercer’s “Soul”. Photo by Gorman Cook Photography

There’s something startlingly unique about a Gus Giordano dance performance.  And it’s not always about what’s happening on stage.  If you’re in the right spot with an ideal vantage point to observe, you’ll see a profusion of contained excitement, simmering anticipation and flat out joy that just doesn’t exist in other arts space.  Hugs and smiles and kisses flow like wine at a bacchanal; fast and free.  There’s impressive fashion, loads of personal style and no shortage of individual beauty everywhere. People are treating each other like members of a very close, very large extended family at an overdue reunion.  And for all appearances, this cauldron of love is genuine.  That’s a lot of energy agitating before the show even starts.  But it’s a typical and arguably an appropriate prelude to a Giordano Dance Chicago show.

 

If this company knows anything, it’s how to keep its audience “excited and engaged”.  Fifty plus years old and the dance ensemble looks more like a sweet faced vixen of twenty; lean, confident and beautiful.  Opening its Fall season Friday night at the Harris Theater with a rascally 2004 work by Mark Swanhart, Sidecar frothed with dramatic good humor.  Dancers flopped vigorously from both wings of the stage like rudely tossed aside toys before launching into a flirting, courting extravaganza of silly rag dolls.   Individual couples would spin out and create their own tiny vignette of seduction. Costumed in the era of James Dean, an air of nostalgia hung over the performance celebrating youthful romance.

Giordano Dance Chicago in the world premiere of Ray Mercer’s “Soul”. Photo by Gorman Cook Photography

How companies select works to present from season to season is likely driven by a whole host of factors.  Surely an appreciation of levity and gleeful release factored into assembling the works chosen for the company’s Live in the Momentum repertoire this season.  More smiles were in store with Loose Canon, choreographed by Jon Lehrer in 2006 which tapped the skills of five personality rich dancers.  Set to Pachelbel’s Canon in D major as played by Wynton Marsalis; this iteration is at its core burlesque, a comical parody effectively using dance as its medium.

 

Calling the Giordano troupe a tremendously competent dance company would be a slack compliment indeed.  Because it is foremost a jazz dance company, the promise of thrills served on a platter of surprise is nestled into the core of the company’s DNA.  One of the Giordano Dance Chicago’s hallmarks is to deliver on that surprise with beautiful execution.

Giordano Dance Chicago in the world premiere of Ray Mercer’s “Soul”. Photo by Gorman Cook Photography

To this point the season’s premier had been satisfying.  But excitement needs another ingredient if it’s to ignite.  It could a single dancer whose will or gifts or essence of the moment causes them to shine like an irresistible light as they dance.  It could be the whole troupe in identical mental and physical sync moving as one with spellbinding accuracy.  It could be the exceptional performance of a work that clearly demands much and gives much.  Friday night, that synergy coalesced in Jolt.

 

A full company piece, the curtain rose to dancers lined up and standing at attention, military style.  Legs apart, faux drinking from hefty mugs and exhaling big sighs of satisfaction; you knew some kind of drinking dance was about to ensue.   This one was paying satirical tribute to America’s, if not the world’s, favorite liquid stimulant. Coffee.  It didn’t take long for the mugs to turn into drums and Evan Bivins’ original score of deep bone tapping percussion to get things jumping.  Kinetic to the point of frenzy, admiringly clever, and completely intolerant of error, Jolt epitomized what it means to push boundaries in the name of art. A display of perfect synchrony may not have been achieved as strongly as some may have wished, but that pace, with its lightning formations and stunning breakouts, enthralled .

Giordano Dance Chicago in the world premiere of Ray Mercer’s “Soul”. Photo by Gorman Cook Photography

The second rush came at the end Soul, choreographed by dance veteran  Ray Leeper.  Created in recognition of the arts advocacy of Chicago philanthropist and Tribune columnist, Candace Jordan, the work used as it musical base exemplars of soulfully throbbing pop tracks from the late 60’s and early 70’s.   Gladys Knight and Al Green lit the wick with dancers performing Leeper’s take on the period’s dance aesthetic.  But it was when those initial strains of  Tina Turner’s classic redo Proud Mary hit the audience’s ear that the crowd erupted with approval.  Those cheers helped unleash a new abandon on the dance floor.  The company became a Tina Turner revue, emulating that Tina snap in twisting hips and her sassy brazenness in their high stepping struts.  Thirty seconds in and dancers were cruising blithely along in fifth gear.  Even without technical exactitude completely locked down, the ovation was adoring and filled the auditorium with the same spirit of elation that defined the start of the evening.

 

Giordano Dance Chicago

Fall Season 2018

Live in the Momentum

October 26 & 27

Harris Theater

Millennium Park

205 E. Randolph St

Chicago, Illinois

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Paradise Garage Inspirations Will Take You There

October 21, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

Some have tried to shove disco and house into a tiny box and dismiss them as insignificant sounds of an age.  That’s their right.  But for others who understand the vastness of music’s capability to release, restore and fulfill, these two musical genres were and are Rosetta stones unlocking the key to earthly nirvana. They are roads to paradise.

Nowhere epitomized the levels of excellence that could be achieved in these art forms more than the Paradise Garage, a quasi-underground dance club in NY at its zenith between 1977 and 1987.  Membership only, and primarily made up of gay black men, it was completely accepting of all races, all classes, both genders and fully embraced non-conforming sexual identities.  All were welcome and all focus was on the music and the freedom to dance.  Really dance.

Larry Levan, DJ

The sound system, expressly designed and developed for the Paradise Garage alone under the direction of the club’s groundbreaking DJ, Larry Levan, was considered the best in Gotham.  The quality of that sound helped establish Levan as a pied piper of a generation. His finely tuned sense of music and insatiable appetite for sounds that could turn 2000 young, vital and churning bodies into sweat soaked dance machines, in a famously booze free environment, were renowned.  So intense and absorbing they felt virtually tactile, the music and its sound maintained both their clarity and purity.  And it was the music that propelled the club’s influence to not only sweep west to the coast but also leap the Atlantic to ignite Europe and beyond.

Paradise Garage dance floor

There have been many compilations memorializing the music that made the Paradise Garage a torch of musical light; echoing peoples’ lives and giving them unfettered permission to soar.  This latest tribute, Paradise Garage: Inspirations goes beyond resurrecting and re-serving original music.  The twelve tracks in this collection are freshly produced reflections of the originals as conceived by people irrevocably impacted; either directly or tangentially, by the club itself.  Many of their names are themselves iconic in the world of club dance.  Reveling in electronic artistry, the project’s first track, You’ll Never Find a Love Like Mine, is the very last production of the acclaimed Frankie Knuckles and features the timeless, soulful and evocative voice of Lou Rawls.  DJ Rolando’s take on Knights of the Jaguar retains every iota of the song’s racing urgency and frantic delight. Pungent with spunky indignation, Sunshine Anderson’s Heard It All Before would work beautifully as one of the #MeToo movement’s pluckier anthems proclaiming a new day.  Loving You, again with input from Frankie K. in collaboration with Kenny Summit and Eric Kupper, doles out beat sweet angelic voices and hypnotic bass lines that distill the essence of the Paradise Garage and all of the music it celebrated.   An hour and a-half of tingling chills, Paradise Garage Inspirations leaves you spend in wonder and extremely grateful to the consortium of gifted admirers who invested their talent and energies into bringing it to life.

All proceeds will be donated to the GMHC.

 

Fight Aids. Love Life

Filed Under: Jazz +, Trollin' Adventures

Hubbard Street Chicago’s Bold New Season

September 30, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

Hubbard Street Dance Chicago in For All Its Fury by Emma Portner. Photo by Todd Rosenberg

As Artistic Director for Hubbard Street Dance Chicago, Glenn Edgerton often finds himself on the lookout for choreography that helps his company fill a particular niche.  One that is different, diverse and unique.  A longtime admirer of respected contemporary choreographer William Forsythe, Hubbard Street has extensively performed Forsythe’s pioneering vision of contemporary dance that integrates narrative and message in non-conventional ways.

 

Opening its 41st Fall Series Thursday night at the Harris Theatre, the company’s efforts to forge new directions in dance was on full display with the presentation of a single performance piece broken up into three parts.  Each unit created by different choreographers.  This kind of collaboration is revolutionary on its own and the unusual approach was then extended by incorporating a common theme revolving around environmental degradation.

Hubbard Street Chicago has worked with choreographers Lil Buck and Jon Boogz in the past.  This premiere marks their first affiliation with Emma Portner whose star in the dance world is on the climb.

Third Coast Percussion in Perfectly Voiceless, photo by Todd Rosenberg

As integral as music is to any dance performance, the September 27th debut also placed the musical component of the program in remarkably high relief.  Featuring work of the Grammy award winning ensemble Third Coast Percussion, the musicians performed on stage with the dancers and remained a strong visual link to the dance itself.  Primarily vibraphonists, Third Coast Percussion’s work is highly distinctive in the way it’s able to beautifully fuse the energetic and the ethereal; making it very much reminiscent of the work of Steve Reich with whom they’ve also collaborated.

 

Although producer and composer DeVonte Young custom developed the music for the Hubbard Street performance, Third Coast Percussion maintained jurisdiction on its arrangement.

Hubbard Street Dance Chicago in For All Its Fury by Emma Portner. Photo by Todd Rosenberg

Dance, music and score seemed equally integral to the performance as they all came together to create a singular brand of theater.  Launching on Jon Boogz and Lil Buck’s There Was Nothing, a darkly primordial take on creation, a mood of anxious reflection was established that would remain in place throughout the evening.

 

Also consistent through much of the performance, a single dancer kept drawing the eye to her energy and easy craftsmanship.  Rena Butler’s intuitive grace became central to the telling of a tale intended to highlight the urgency of sustainability. This is an imposing theme for a dance company to take on and one that can be challenging for audiences to not only synthesize; but also accept as entertainment.

 

To maintain continuity, there was no intermission in the 80-minute program.  Piece flowed seamlessly from one to the next.  Perfectly Voiceless, the second featured work, opened by using sound to establish a sense of curiosity and wonder with dancers eventually mounting the stage to provide their own expression to the surreal mood created by the irregular ringing of bells.

Hubbard Street Dance Chicago in For All Its Fury by Emma Portner. Photo by Todd Rosenberg.

Emma Portner’s contribution, For All Its Fury, was the most intriguing for its daring construction.  Opening with couples dancing in distorted configurations, symbolic references emerged on the hazards of plastic and ended on the creative imaginings of an endangered world still clinging to hope.  The work was impressive for its ambition.

 

Dance as a vehicle for social commentary will always have a place. The message and the clarity of its delivery will define how well audiences respond to it.

 

 

Hubbard Street Dance Chicago and Third Coast Percussion

Fall Series

September 27, 29 + 30    2018

Harris Theatre

205 E. Randolph St.

Chicago, IL  60601

www.harristheaterchicago.org

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Women Rule at the Auditorium

September 29, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

If Kara Cooney’s explosion of revelations, insights and ruminations are any indication what learning can be like outside the classroom, hordes of hungry minds should be stampeding the Auditorium Theater’s doors for each of its National Geographic Live series.  This year the theater is conducting a yearlong run dedicated to inspirational women.  Cooney, a professor of Egyptian Art and Architecture at UCLA, held a large and appreciative audience enthralled with her description of what it was like When Women Ruled the World.

Nothing about the presentation was anticipated.  The speaker, topic and delivery were each unorthodox and radically interesting. Because Cooney’s academic research extends beyond her vast knowledge of Egyptology to include specialized study in craft production and economies of the ancient world, she was able to add tremendous credence to her propositions on the status on women extending back to humankind’s earliest beginnings 20,000 years ago. You wouldn’t expect life to have been “better” for women during the hunter-gatherer period than the agrarian age that followed it.  But the process of aggregating food meant much slower birth cycles; usually every four years.  By the time the agrarian epoch was established and women gave birth every year to generate labor in a farming society, their role became more rigidly relegated to one of dependence.

Dr. Kara Cooney

Using her explanations to draw a direct line to the present day, Dr. Cooney took a long pause to elaborate on how unique and important ancient Egypt is to the history of women.  Her emphasis centered on power.  How did women come to it, hold it and use it.  And her examples were many beginning with Merneith in the first Dynasty and reaching to Cleopatra in the 19th.  Certain things, like the manner of ascension remained constant.  Women were often named regent over a young male because early Egyptian civilization believed women proved superior proxies.  They rarely ruled alone.   And their contributions were often erased from record.  Research nonetheless has revealed how effective many of them, like the careful strategist Hepshepsut, were.

Liberally peppering her speech with allusions to current political and social realities, Cooney’s feminist stance was open and added a refreshing dynamism to her delivery.  The correlations she drew from the way women reigned in antiquity to how women would govern in contemporary societies, given the opportunity and the will, were remarkably astute and fertile ground for historical projection.

In January, Mireya Mayor will take the Auditorium stage to share her singular experiences as a primatologist and co-discoverer of the world’s smallest primate.

 

National Geographic Live

When Women Ruled the World

The Auditorium Theatre

September 26, 2018

50 E. Ida B. Wells Dr.

Chicago, IL    60605

www.auditoriumtheatre.org

Filed Under: Trollin' Adventures

Glittering Diamond of Englewood

September 22, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

The number of significant jazz festivals held throughout the country each year easily bubble up into the hundreds.  When you consider their proliferation across the globe as well as here in the United States, that number could easily slip into the thousands.  From the behemoths like Newport and Monterey to that massive all-inclusive juggernaut at the North Sea Festival in Rotterdam, most cities of consequence and many small communities jump on the bandwagon and offer their own tribute to “America’s classical music”.

Chicago’s extremely fortunate to host two highly renowned jazz galas.   Anchoring the month of September, the Chicago Jazz Festival opens the month and the Hyde Park Jazz Festival closes it. But people seem to forget about a third little gem of a celebration smack dab in the middle of the month; a little diamond known as the Englewood Jazz Festival.

Ernest Dawkins, saxophonist & visionary

There’s usually a small band of volunteers passing out pluggers for the Englewood festival after the last set of the last night of the huge city sponsored event early in the month.  But most Chicagoans don’t get past the name “Englewood” on the invitation.  To local ears, it might as well read “in rebel held territories of Syria”.

Englewood’s disturbing reputation is amplified by seemingly endless reports of violence and killing.  But knowing that a community is made of more than grim statistics, the lop-sidedness of the neighborhood’s reputation didn’t faze esteemed saxophone player Ernest Dawkins from pursuing his desire to bring a jazz festival to the people.  That wish celebrated its nineteenth birthday this year.

Despite it’s nearly two decades of existence, the Englewood Jazz Fest remains a modest affair.  Where the Chicago Jazz Fest extends over several days with local jazz clubs riding the wave and extending the music long into the night after Pritzker bandshell shuts down at 9pm.   The Englewood event is but a single day between noon and six and has the feel of a sprawling picnic with sensational music.  And while both the downtown festival and Hyde Park festival are noted for their breathe of audience diversity, the Englewood festival is nearly exclusively African American in composition.  With jazz’s roots so deeply embedded in the black community, there’s almost a feeling of returning to origins in the Englewood experience.

Ed Collier (l) and James Carter

This year’s festival had providence working on its side.  For years Dawkins has been keen to get virtuoso saxophonist James Carter on the bill and this year it happened.  A Detroit native who performs frequently in New York, Carter may not be well known to a lot of local jazz enthusiasts.  But as soon as he and Dawkins kicked off their set with Central Park West, you knew you were inhabiting the right spot at the right time in the universe.

Carter, who first toured Europe as a professional musician at 16, opened with fireworks with a horn run that had jaws dropping like a heavy rain.  Exceptionally gifted on the baritone and soprano sax, his instrument of choice on the opening number was tenor.   And he played it as if was tailor made for him alone.  The sounds he conjured out of his horn were often percussive, and completely alien from what you’d expect to hear in an instrument you thought you knew.  Two or three songs in, and a voice in the audience was overheard declaring, “Nobody plays the sax like James Carter, man”.  That voice was correct.  Even Dawkins was caught chuckling to himself and audibly musing, “maybe I should give up the saxophone.”

Denise Thimes, vocalist

Closing on the quintet’s extended version of Giant Steps, the song evolved into a jam session with east coaster  Greg Murphy slipping in on piano.  The Collier brothers, Ed on sax and Jeremiah on drums, both very young and very gifted went toe to toe with the group’s established lions and let them and everybody else know that their stockpile of talent vied with the heavyweights.  But if this turned out to be a battle of the sax’s, it was probably one of the most congenial “cutting sessions” in the history of jazz.    These guys were playing out of sheer joy in the music.  That it was also a showcase of the dizzying heights of their virtuosity seemed beside the point.

A wonderful transplant from St. Louis preceded them and may have inadvertently set the stage for the band’s brand of play Saturday afternoon.  The timbre of Denise Thimes voice can go low; lending a seductive appeal to her singing.  She also has a way of speckling her audience chat with a lot of homespun earned wisdom.  Hers was a deliciously delivered “grown folks” show that could have been, if the sultry meter was turned just a tad higher, perfectly comfortable in a smoke-filled midnight cabaret.  Often uttering “Oh, I wish I could get somebody to go with me now”, her beautifully nuanced interpretations of Embraceable You and Nina Simone’s Peaches were respectfully rendered and gleamed with the polish of a genuine artist.  She never explained the abbreviated take on Nancy Wilson’s Guess Who I Saw Today but said she’d apologize to the band later.  Too bad.  Wilson’s classic is a superb study in musical storytelling and always a welcome treat when given the delicately suspenseful phrasing it demands and deserves.  But you never even felt the bump.  Thimes just went with the flow and jammed with her very capable band that included the ever so solid Marlene Rosenberg on bass and Isaiah Collier on sax.

Englewood Jazz Festival 2018

September 15

Noon – 6pm

Hamilton Park and Cultural Center

513 W. 72nd St.

Chicago, Il

englewoodjazzfest.org

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Big Giant Love is One Giant Gift

September 12, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

Maureen Muldoon

Just on the western collar of Chicago, there’s a beautiful exercise in bravery being re-enacted just about every weekend this month.  The  one woman show, Big Giant Love, is part of a series the Madison Street Theatre in Oak Park is mounting this season showcasing the “power of one”.

 

In these doubting quivery times, when so many question whether their individual efforts bear any consequence, the power of one has the scent of a deceptive premise.  How appropriate that, in this case, the reality of that power comes in the form of a mother.

 

In many ways, Maureen Muldoon probably considers herself just a regular mom.  Four kids and a husband living in the suburbs doing her family thing.  But what Ms. Muldoon has that sets her apart from torrents of moms are some exceptional skills.  A professional actress and a natural storyteller, she’s capable of creating a very personal story that opens up and becomes an ongoing harrowing adventure with still unknown endings.  She’s a mom whose 14-year-old, also very smart and very brave, has announced through a sign on her bedroom door that she is actually he.

 

In less capable hands, this odyssey in staged spoken word could easily spell disaster. It could slide into cliché or become mired in sentimentality.  Here it bristles with intellect, embraces the unknown, finds electric joy in humor and trusts the future.  It’s also like a fist sheathed in velvet pounding on iron demanding action.

 

Muldoon is much too smart to dwell entirely on the sexual evolution of her child.  She takes her time to let you know who she is first by disclosing in vignettes how her roots shaped her.  Raised resolutely Catholic and hailing from a family that sings its way through choppy seas, you begin to discern how she became so gifted, so gutsy and willing to go there for the right reason.

 

This performance is as much about how the story is told as it is about the story it tells.  Each is dependent on the other. And reflection makes them even more enchanting together.

 

Muldoon may have a point that the east and west coasts offer more accommodating soil to nurture those whose growth as a person does not conform to convention.  But, as 14-year-old Ulysses learned in the recently released film Saturday Church discovers, parts of Brooklyn might as well be in the Bible Belt for some kids confronting the irrevocability of their sexuality.  Which suggests that the soil within the family is ultimately the most crucial.

 

In her “attempt to tell the truth about love”, Ms. Muldoon gave everyone present one giant gift. A gift that came with a directive: to use your voice.

 

Big Giant Love

August 31, 2018

September 2 – 7 – 9

September 14 – 15th

September 21 -23

Madison Street Theatre

1010 Madison St.

Oak Park, IL  60302

708-406-2491

www.mstoakpark.com

Filed Under: Theater Reviews

Eric Holder, Jr. Keynotes RU’s Annual American Dream Reconsidered Conference

September 12, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

Eric Holder Jr., former U.S. Attorney General

For the past three years, Roosevelt University has been presenting discussions on issues that vex the national consciousness as catalysts launching its new academic year. The challenges of providing effective and comprehensive health care, the struggle to insure the nation’s law enforcement agencies institute color blind policing standards, and the unflagging efforts to reform the country’s penal system were a few of the topics this year’s conference addressed.

 

For the past two years, The American Dream Reconsidered conference has also invited individuals whose life work or current energies bear direct impact on the lives of everyday American citizens.  In 2017, Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg talked about the particulars of her life and how they eventually led her to become the second woman to sit on the Supreme Court.  Last night, former Attorney General Eric Holder, Jr. sat in similar conversation with Judge Ann Claire Williams and extended his remarks to encompass the continuing battle to secure broad and inclusive voting rights while also detailing the need to repair a hyper-politicized gerrymandering system.

 

Tomorrow night, September 13th, Common, acclaimed musician, actor and founder of the Common Ground Foundation will aim his thoughts on “Activism and Dissent in the Age of Polarization”.

 

Keenly sensitive to the conversation’s academic setting and its symbolic concentration of youth, Mr. Holder’s comments often drew from assessments of his own highly engaged youth growing up in New York and attending Columbia University as an undergraduate and as a law student.  He often segued to his present role as a father of young adult children and talked extensively about his pride in his own father who instilled a sense of uniquely West Indian self-worth that has acted as an unfailing talisman throughout his life.

 

Stating that he considers the Voting Rights Act the “crowning jewel’ of the civil rights movement, Mr. Holder’s became increasingly impassioned as he went on to discuss the impact of the Supreme Court’s 2013 Shelby County decision removing federal voting rights protections.  His recent and ongoing work with the National Democratic Redistricting Committee, trends in youth activism and the growing disaffection with current government policies make him optimistic however and causes him to believe the 2018 midterms will be see the beginning of a political correction.  When asked will that mean a run for the presidency on his part, his answer clearly indicated doing so was under active consideration.

 

 

The American Dream Reconsidered

A Conference Presented by Roosevelt University

September 10 – 14, 2018

roosevelt.edu/americandream

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Never a Lovely So Real a Highly Engaging Look Back

August 26, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

The Art Institute took the name of its arrestingly interesting exhibit of black and white photographs, Never A Lovely So Real:  Photography and Film in Chicago, 1950 – 1980, from a Nelson Algren book, Chicago:  City on the Make, where he mulls his love/hate regard for the city.  The show sagely examines the duality of feelings the city still engenders among many of its residents.  To add resonance to the exhibit’s impact, curators quite intentionally mounted works that, in unexpected ways, expose the human responses to living in a demanding and often brutal city.  All of the images in the exhibit follow Algren’s predilection for revealing the plight of the not often considered and the otherwise invisible.
Billy Abernathy. Mother’s Day from Born Hip, 1962. Gift of the Illinois Arts Council

The thirty-year window captured in the lenses of pioneering photographers of the period are remarkably notable from just about any perspective you’d choose to view them.  Historically, politically and socially, the three decades act as flashpoints that continue to define Chicago as we know it.

One of the period’s most lasting legacies was the witnessing of the largest as well as the final resettlement of black Americans from the south to urban centers in the Midwest, East and West during the Great Migration.  Black Americans left the South in the millions beginning in 1901 with the exodus peaking in the forties and fifties.  By the time the influx ended in the seventies, Chicago’s black population exploded from a mere 2% to an astonishing 33%.  Strict covenants restricting where they could live laid the foundation for the entrenched segregation that exists today.

Bob Crawford. Untitled (Wall of Respect) 1967-71.

This may be why the bulk of the Never a Lovely So Real exhibition takes an insider’s look at Chicago’s black community as it sought strength, solace and solutions for its compromised existence in Chicago.  From Gordon Park’s incomparable eye, we see stunning images of congregants of the powerfully influential Metropolitan Missionary Baptist Church and are shown intimate and intense photographs of Black Muslims as they worshipped, organized and educated themselves with the goal of bettering their lives in an exclusively black context.

Gordon Parks. Untitled, Chicago, Illiinois 1963

Darryl Cowherd’s photographs subvert history’s headlines and reveal the ways the Black Panther Party benefited the community with after school programs and by providing meals for children.  Great photography penetrates beyond an image’s hard reality to expose feelings and unveil an action’s essence.  Here, compassion, dignity and humanity are the essential takeaways.

Darryl Cowherd. Blackstone, Woodlawn/ Chicago. 1968

Stepping away from the political and the religious to show how people came together to relax, romance, or rejoice in a thoroughly secular milieu, Valeria “Mikki” Ferrill’s images of “The Garage” glorify the joy of life.  A legendary haunt of the period, the makeshift gathering spot was where the appreciation of self and the love of place merged to create a space for revelry unique to the African American experience.  A place where music and dance combined to create a language of uplift.

Valeria “Mikki” Ferrill. Untitled from The Garage, 1972

But the exhibit’s intent is to also provide a view of Chicago that looks beyond the black community to see how those decades were realized in other neighborhoods as well.  One wing of the show profiles neighborhoods that acted as entry points for others escaping adversities and hoping to gain a toe hold to a better life.

Danny Lyon. Uptown, Chicago 1965

Uptown, Humboldt Park and the near West side were all such magnets and for those like Danny Lyon and Luis Medina who used their cameras to write their stories; we’re shown, as if through a time capsule, fortitude, defiance and among the very young, a guarded optimism that can sometimes be found on the faces of those on the periphery.

 

Never A Lovely So Real:  Photography and Film in Chicago, 1950 – 1980

Galleries 1 – 4

Closes October 28, 2018

The Art Institute of Chicago

111 S. Michigan Avenue

Chicago, IL  60603

www.artic.edu

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Show Your Gratitude to Chicago’s Arts Community

March 28, 2020 By Mitchell Oldham

2400 Block of Estes Ave. – Chicago – photo City Pleasures

The impact of the coronavirus has unalterably reached into the lives of everyone and shown us of our common vulnerability.  We will rise from the withering blow it’s dealt to our spirits and to the way we are accustomed to living our lives.  

This crisis, like most hardships, does not encroach and disrupt our lives equally.   One’s age, calling, income, zip code and profession all determine how deeply the ramifications of the epidemic affect you. 

City Pleasures covers the arts community.  Actors, dancers, musicians and the venues that showcase their talent are being devastated by their inability to either practice their craft or feature artistic talent.  Because they need our help, City Pleasures is sharing ways that allow anyone financially capable to provide support to do so.  Some of those channels extend beyond the arts and entertainment community by design and list opportunities to also contribute needed relief to Chicago neighborhoods and the most vulnerable.

There are several ways to support the theater community.  Individual theater companies as well as all non-profit arts organization accept support through direct donations, the purchase of a ticket, gift cards or subscriptions.  The homepage of your favorite theater or theaters will direct you on how to do so.

If you would like your contributions to be broad based, the City of Chicago and the United Way of Metro Chicago have launched the Chicago Community Covid-19 Response Fund “to unite the funds raised by Chicago’s philanthropies, corporations and individuals to be disbursed to nonprofit organizations across the region”, including those in the arts. 

Click here to donate:  https://www.chicagocovid19responsefund.org/

One Chicago entertainment institution’s Training Center is taking comedy to the clouds by offering classes online. To find out more about or enroll in Second City’s comedy at home lessons, visit:   https://www.secondcity.com/comedyfromyourcouch.   Areas of focus include “Creating and Pitching Your TV Series”, “Teen Standup” and “Voiceover 101”.

Day of Absence, Refreshed and Brilliant at VG

March 6, 2020 By Mitchell Oldham

Sonya Madrigal, Ann Joseph, Bryant Hayes – Jazmyne Fountain photography

When Douglas Turner Ward wrote his pioneering one act play, Day of Absence, in 1965; he had a very clear intent.  He wanted to write a play exclusively for a black audience.  An audience that did not then exist. He was also working with a highly specific set of objectives.  Expectedly, he wanted to write a play that spoke to the lives black people lived, but he also aimed to create a work that was implicit and allowed his audience to fill in the blanks.  One that was subtle and edged with fine threads of sophistication.  And just as importantly, he wanted to write something that did not put his audience to sleep.

He came up with two plays, both in one acts, Happy Ending and Day of Absence that played simultaneously at the St. Mark’s Playhouse in New York.  Both plays grew legs and are regularly reprised on the contemporary stage. 

Douglas Turner Ward – photo courtesy WNYC

When they were originally created 55 years ago, Ward also had to track down and recruit an audience by going anywhere the black public gathered; social clubs, union halls, beauty shops to rustle them up.  His tactic worked and the productions played over 500 shows at the St. Mark’s. 

Congo Square is only presenting Day of Absence on Victory Garden’s Christiansen stage right now.  And as wonderful as it is, the current production won’t be running as long as it did when the play debuted back in ‘65.   Making it even more of a must see. Even today it’s startling to see what Ward did with this jewel.  A spare play with very few props, Day of Absence, like any top-tier theatrical creation intended for live performance, thrives on a gleaming story and fantastic characters.  And it achieves everything Ward originally hoped to accomplish plus. 

Taking an approach that says, “We know how you see us, now let us show you how we see you”, Day of Absence is all about reversals and looking at the world through different eyes.  Normally, the cast is all Black.  But this updated adaptation broadens what “black” is by making it anyone not white; resulting in cast made up of both brown and black performers.

Kelvin Roston Jr and Ronald L. Conner – Jazmyne Fountain photography

The overriding constant is that the play is still performed in white face, (and lots of wigs) with minorities portraying whites in a small southern town.

Opening quietly, a couple of regular guys working in a mall are just getting their day started. Luke (Ronald L. Conner) and Clem (Kelvin Roster, Jr.) share small talk southern style and toss shout outs to regulars as they peruse the routine landscape of their work lives.  Clem’s older and Teddy Bear homey, Luke’s younger, gruffer and lost in his cell phone.  It takes a minute or two, more like several, but Clem finally picks up on something.  Something that’s not quite right or out of kilter.  Suddenly stricken, he realizes he hasn’t seen a black person all day.  Half the population.  Luke’s slower to accept something that ridiculous.  Until he can’t do otherwise. 

Jordan Arredondo, Meagan Dilworth – Jazmyne Fountain photography

Performed as satire, Day of Absence chronicles what happens when a constant of life disappears.  One that you may take for granted, resignedly tolerate or even benignly dismiss depending on your mood.  More interestingly, it’s a story about how people react.  What do they say and do in what quickly escalates into crisis and chaos. 

Anthony Irons directed the production and achieved a master stroke by having his characters, or more precisely his characterizations, vie with the plot for overall strength.  The way Ronald Conner portrays nonchalant insouciance is about as winning as it gets.  Later we find him equally transfixing playing a completely different role.  Roston, with his delicious phrasing and the pitch perfect softness of his drawl, is just as effective as Clem.

Ronald L. Conner, Ann Joseph – photo Jazmyne Fountain

The action streams briskly through three backdrops.  The mall, John and Mary’s bedroom and the mayor’s office.  John (Jordan Arredondo) and Mary (Meagan Dilworth) make their discovery of the vanishing rudely when their new born wails plaintively through the night and there’s no one to tend to it.  There’s no Kiki, no Black three-in-one, nursemaid housemaid cook, to intervene and relieve the stress of parenthood.    Dilworth’s Mary is so preciously inept at doing anything useful you’re tempted to feel sorry for her.  But that sympathy would be horribly misplaced.  Dilworth still makes a splendid Mary whose only skill is to function as a household “decoration”.  Arredondo as her husband fills his role to the brim with manly character and pragmatism.  When he valiantly volunteers to go the hood to look for Kiki and finds nothing short of a ghost town where “not even a little black dog” could be sighted, he’s all business and entitled indignation.

Ward created the consummate repository for the town’s angst and ire in the mayor.  And director Irons knew exactly how to shape the character as an unforgettable foil. Unflappable and supremely confident, the mayor’s sense of privilege and the power she insinuates take on regal dimensions.  In the right hands and under the right direction, it’s a fantastic role and one that Ann Joseph fills beautifully.  Ordinarily a male actor plays the part and Jackson is the last name of his female personal assistant/secretary/gopher.   Here Jackson is the second role Mr. Conner inhabits so vividly and with so much virtuosity.  Always on point and a bit self-consciously effete, he’s deferential to a fault and ever vigilant about watching his own back.

Ward shrewdly built a lot of humor into the play.  And this effort takes advantage of every morsel.  It even adds more zest causing the whole affair to frequently tip over into the hilarious.   The perfume skit alone deserves its own baby Tony award.  Despite the outright comedy, the underlying subtext couldn’t be more biting.  Bryant Hayes as Clan and Kelvin Roston, Jr. in his dual role as Rev. Pious represent the true demons Ward is battling in his lasting contribution to the American stage.

This adaptation, cleverly updated with the playwright’s permission, makes it shine like new money.  

Day of Absence

Through March 27, 2020

Victory Gardens Theater

2433 N. Lincoln Ave.

773-871-3000

www.congosquaretheatre.com

A Fiery Birthday with the Boys

February 25, 2020 By Mitchell Oldham

William Marquez, Kyle Patrick, Sam Bell Gurwitz, Denzel Tsopnang in Windy City Playhouse’s Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

Time and a change of perspective can allow you to appreciate things you once abhorred. That maxim can be true of many things.  Music, art, food.  People.  It was true of Boys in the Band.  When Mart Crowley’s 1968 bombshell of a play rolled out on celluloid in 1970, it rightfully caused the world to shutter.  Never had anyone so boldly pulled back the curtain to reveal the inner-life of the dispossessed as vividly or as candidly as Mr. Crowley had done.  Now celebrating its 50th anniversary, people are still wondering how accurate his painful picture of gay life is.    

Having recently experienced the very fine Windy City Playhouse immersive take on the play, there’s no doubt many will be wondering the same thing 50 years from now.

The cast of Windy City Playhouse’s The Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

Listening to Mr. Crowley talk about how he came to write his landmark; how he was broke, out of work, without prospects and angry, the cathartic aura surrounding the play was finally given a cause.  Still, because you don’t expect friendship to take on such ruthlessly hurtful dimensions, those explanations don’t satisfy the question of intensity or the depths of some the play’s caustic plunges.

William Boles scenic design played a key role in helping to provide the audience a tactile understanding of the times, place and people at this dark birthday party Michael (Jackson Evans) was throwing for his newly 32-year-old best friend Harold.  Ushered six at a time through a tastefully appointed residential lobby and taken up the pretend elevator to the 5th floor, the audience enters Michael’s resplendent apartment as if they themselves were guests.  The party hadn’t started.  Michael wasn’t there.  You could walk around and admire his beautiful spirit decanters.  The lovely artistic touches.  The drama of the sunken conversation pit.  70s chic at its highest.   All in deep red with accents in gold and in blue. The room radiated not only success, but power.

The set of Windy City Playhouse’s The Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

After everyone’s settled, Michael sweeps in doing last minute party preparation things.  Putting the food out and the music on.  You notice that even when the first guest, Donald (Jordan Dell Harris) arrives, things aren’t particularly warm.  Nor are you immediately clear on Michael and Donald’s relationship.  They’re more than just friends but not exactly lovers either?  And even though Donald’s sparring skills are impressive, Michael seems to take pleasure in baiting him with petty criticism.  Everyone else flows in shortly after Donald goes up to change.  Emory (William Marquez) and Bernard (Denzel Tsopnang) arrive together.  Lovers Larry (James Lee) and Hank (Ryan Reilly) are carrying the vestiges of a something bitter between them into the party.  It’s a spat that will continue to swell throughout the play.  Then Harold’s birthday present gets there much too early.  A prostitute, Cowboy is as dull witted as he is beautiful.  Even though he’s taunted by nearly everyone for his lack of intelligence, he’s also silently envied for his physical exceptionalism.  And there’s a straight outlier in the mix.  Michael’s close friend from college, back in a time when he was still in the closet, was in town and needed to see him.  So much so that he wept with desperation when talking to Michael on the phone.  Not being able to dissuade him, Michael invited Alan (Christian Edwin Cook) to the party as well, hoping to somehow camouflage the party’s gay complexion.

Christian Edwin Cook as Alan in Windy City Playhouse’s production of The Boys in the Band, photo credit- Michael Brosilow

The dynamics of the party are already roiling by the time he shows up.  Emory is being quintessential Emory.  So gay.  Not defiantly; more in a liberation of self sort of way.  His racial digs at Bernard, the only Black member of the party, were unsurprisingly catty but very curious.  Were these swipes supposed to be expressions of the times are something else?   Marquez made a splendid Emory.  Later, when he apologized to Bernard for his callousness, promising not to cause such conscious hurt in the future, he was contrite enough and sincere enough to be ingratiatingly convincing.  Which highlights one of key joys of the play; it’s exceptional casting.  The spat that would not die between Hank and Larry centered on Larry’s inability, in fact his refusal, to be faithful to Hank; who had left his wife and children to be with him.  Both James Lee as Larry and Ryan Reilly as Hank deliver a lot of honesty in their portrayals of what two people, who genuinely love one another, are willing to sacrifice to conquer an imposing barrier together. 

Denzel Tsopnang, William Marquez, James Lee and Jackson Evans in Windy City Playhouse’s The Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

Christian Edwin Cook’s characterization of Alan, Michael’s straight friend, proved the most surprising because of the voice director Carl Menninger chose for him to use.  He spoke with the diction and phrasing characteristic of blue bloods in the era when the Carnegies and Vanderbilts were flying high.  His speech alone set him apart from everyone else at the party.  Emory’s effeminacy however brought out his bile and even pushed him to violence.  His punishment:  he must remain at the party. 

Unfortunately, Tsopnang’s Bernard was the least developed of the eight central characters.  When Michael comes up with his insidious parlor game of calling the person you’ve always in your heart-of-hearts truly loved, and telling them your feelings for them, Bernard’s the first to gamely take up the challenge.  It was only then did we catch a tiny glimpse of his inner core.   By this time, everybody had had enough liquid courage to consider doing something so exposing and so ripe for humiliation.  Who Bernard chose to call was also marked by the kind of class and race disparities that shout futility. 

Jackson Evans and WIlliam Marquez in Windy City Playhouse’s The Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

Harold (Sam Bell-Gurvitz) had grandly made his infamous “32-year-old, ugly, pock marked Jew fairy” entrance by the time the game was in full swing.  Despite it ushering in the possibility of something positive for Larry and Hank, as it continues, the game seems to dredge up nothing but pain.  Michael’s adamancy about playing it turns pathological when you realize he’s the only one not drunk.  He’s been on the wagon for five weeks and therefore without an excuse for insisting that everyone take this wanton drive off a cliff.  When it back fires, sorrow for him does not exist.  And when he makes his plea like statement, “If we could just not hate ourselves so much”, you wonder why he doesn’t just direct that question to himself. 

Stonewall happened just one year after The Boys in the Band premiered off Broadway.  Led by a fistful of outraged fed-up drag queens, another landmark, gay pride, was born.  It’s fascinating to look at these two milestones side by side.  Whether you consider them a “before and after” or a continuum, they both are about community; with all the complexity the word embodies. 

Under Mr. Menninger’s enlightened direction, and mounted on Mr. Boles sensational set, Windy City’s staging of The Boys in the Band has proven a highpoint in the theater season.  It’s also an ideal example of how well an immersive approach to theater aids in fully absorbing a captivating story.

The Boys in the Band

Through April 19th, 2020

Windy City Playhouse

3014 Irving Park Rd.

Chicago, IL   60618

windycityplayhouse.com

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