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Farewell to 2006 – the year in review

Monday, January 1st, 2007

January – I take a week off from conducting The Dinosaur Musical to travel to Hong Kong. Alex, meanwhile, travels east to Scotland; for a brief moment, we are on opposite sides of the globe, with neither of us in Philly.
February – Kerry portrays Cogsworth the Clock in Beauty and the Beast at Merion Mercy School. Sweeney Todd in NYC, the first of two John Doyle-directed Sondheims we’ll see this year.
March – Oral surgery over spring break is followed by the speediest of recoveries. Grand Hotel rehearsals.
April – Grand Hotel plays at the Merriam Theater. The MTEA meets in NYC and I am elected president.
May – Alex graduates from U Arts, receiving the Dean’s Award. D’Arcy and I, capped and gowned, greet him with hugs onstage during commencement. Later that week, the production of “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum” which I music-directed at the Arden opens.
June – D’Arcy’s directorial debut, helming A Perfect Ganesh at the Gay and Lesbian Theater Festival. Alex turns 21. He becomes Employee #2 and part owner of P’unk Avenue, a web design firm.
July – Birthdays for D and me, plus our 26th anniversary. Tonya Pinkins at Omega Institute. Whit, Albert and I work together on an exploration of Einstein’s Dreams. The crowns go on the implants in the right side of my mouth.
August – A long visit from Carol and Mick. Cirque du Soleil and other touristy delights. I get a Barrymore nomination for “Forum.’
September – Alex moves into a house just up 12th Street from us. I return to Shenandoah for Journey of the Song 2.0.
October – The East Passyunk Civic Association and Town Watch is founded, with D’Arcy on its board. For the second year in a row, I don’t win a Barrymore.
November – Company in NYC, another John Doyle joint. U Arts celebrates its 130th birthday with a lavish gala. D’Arcy takes two classes at the Wilma, studies with Ben Lloyd, and teaches her neck to be free. Thanksgiving brings my sisters, my mother and me together for the first time in eight years.
December – Kerry turns 16. He appears in Into The Woods at the Agnes Irwin School. Having spent the year shedding his acoustic guitar chops, he now begins shredding on his new Telecaster. Gigless, I spend the holiday in the bosom of my family, an altogether delightful new experience.
Altogether: a year of remarkable growth, happiness, positive change, and promise.
Next year:
Kerry in college, Weihnacht im Deutschland, Gemini 2.0, Einstein 1.1, the SAVI book, video and European tour, Berlin to Broadway, Back to Back to Back, peace on earth and good will toward men. Thoughts become things!

More Holiday tunes

Monday, December 25th, 2006

On Christmas evening, here’s another mp3 upload from the Chazzy archives – this one an original tune that I penned early in the 90’s.

Our two-year-old child is kind of wild
Whatever we want, he fights
But at Christmas, the infant is tender and mild —
That’s what happens when the humbug bites!

Our everyday fare is rather spare,
Some Vitamin C and rice,
But at Christmas, we dine on roast beef, rare —
That’s what happens when the humbug bites!

I’m usually hip but I lose my grip
When the holidays nip the air.
I mumble along to a jive old song.
Maybe it’s square, but I don’t care!

Our normal decor is quite a bore,
All beiges and creams and whites.
The holidays, though, bring glitz galore
And colorful things from roof to floor
Like tinsel and twinkling lights.
Boy, that humbug!
He be some bug!
That’s what happens when the humbug bites!

The recording is in stunning lo-fi cassette audio, but captures the Dave Frishberg-ian whimsy of this holiday creation. The last stanza of the lyric will seem especially apropos when viewing the pix below.

When The Humbug Bites

Children roasting on an open fire…

Monday, December 25th, 2006

This was the scene in our backyard, where we set up a new copper fire pit that that boys bought for D’Arcy. Alex snapped it on his camera phone and posted it on flickr; click on the photo to view the complete set. The fire pit proved to be a favored location during the Christmas eve party, as friends (especially the younger ones) gathered to warm their knees and Kerry tended the blaze.

Add some hipness to your holiday

Sunday, December 24th, 2006

Here’s a blast from the past – a song that my friend Harvey Price and I recorded back in the 20th century, when cassette tapes were state of the art and the beatboxing came from a $79 Casio keyboard that my (then) toddler son Alex called a “dik-dak.” The session took place in the band room at the Amy E. DuPont Music Building at the University of Delaware. Christmas is a time of memories, families and friends, and this track holds a bunch of them. On Christmas Eve tomorrow, we’ll be seeing Harvey and his wife Linda, who we’ve known since pre-kid days, and in anticipation of getting together, our college-age kids exchanged text messages in which they flirted with the idea of holding a jam session in the basement. They get their beats from Reason and Garageband and their preferred axes are guitars of the electronic variety. No doubt about it, it’s the 21st century now, but their musical genealogy is no mystery. Enjoy, and happy holidays!

The Little Electronic Drummer Boy

Thanksgiving 06

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

Thanksgiving 06

Originally uploaded by Chazzyg.

I give thanks for these, our friends and children, and their children and friends, who enrich our lives immeasureably. Visitors who’ve come here by way of a link from Mr. Verging on Pertinence will see him presiding impertinently at the head of the table. (Thanks for the shout-out on the Company screed! Litwit and I did not see eye to eye, I guess.)

Make me confused, mock me with praise…

Sunday, November 19th, 2006

D’Arcy and I trekked to NYC today to see Company, which is in previews at the Barrymore Theater. This was an eagerly anticipated event for me – Company was my first Sondheim musical, and has a very special place in my heart. I saw the original NYC cast (including Larry Kert and Elaine Stritch) in London in January 1972, when I was a freshman in college. After buying the album and playing it until my roommates were ready to strangle me, I was cast in a college production directed by Larry Wilker in 1974; I played David, which those who know Company will know is a part for which I had plenty of real life experience, even if marriage was a good six years in the future for me. I directed Company with the students at Syracuse University in 1985, and conducted it in the Merriam Theater with the U Arts students in 1996, when Ben Dibble was a freshman and the Jonathan Tunick orchestrations were still available. In my musical theater class, I invariably talk about Company as a turning point in the evolution of the modern musical. And I’d felt a surge of enthusiasm reading Christopher Isherwood’s review of this production when it appeared at Cincinnati’s Playhouse in the Park (archived elsewhere in this blog). It should come as no surprise, then, that I was pumped for this show.

Everything leading up to the start of the show couldn’t have been more perfect. Glided into Gotham via Amtrak. A sunny stroll up 8th Avenue, a leisurely lunch at Marseilles with a friend of a friend who had graciously arranged tickets for us. Slipping into the front row of the mezzanine at the Barrymore just before the house lights dimmed. And then…

(Warning: spoilers follow.)

Less theater-obsessed habitues of the Chazzyblog may not know the “gimmick” of this production, which was directed by John Doyle. Doyle won the Tony last year for his staging of Sweeney Todd, in which the actors in the production also functioned as instrumentalists. Doyle uses the same device in this new version of Company, creating what Isherwood called “a pop concerto for orchestra and single man.” Given the quirky non-linear dramaturgy of Sondheim and Furth’s 1971 musical, this sounded like an enormously promising concept. I’ve been a fan of the idea of mingling actors and instrumentalists for years – I can trace my explorations of this idea all the way back to “Spreading Tales,” a children’s musical that Dorothy Louise and I wrote when I was an undergrad student. Then there was the production of “The Soldier’s Tale” at DIAE, and most recently, my staging of “Made By Two” at the International Festival of Musical Theater in Cardiff.

So it pains me to have to report that I found this production to be very frustrating. I have wildly ambivalent feelings about what I saw: “sorry-grateful” feelings, to quote the title of one of the songs from the show. Grateful to see such talented performers and such generous support for a risky, unconventional project in a commercial theater; sorry to see that, despite the marshalling of some very impressive resources, the piece often didn’t work. Which isn’t to say that the audience wasn’t enthusiastic. They roared their approval for Raul Esparza after “Being Alive,” and rose to their feet for him in the curtain call. (He was fabulous, in fact.) But did they “get” the show? For my part, I felt like the producers had brought some terrific ingredients, but the meal that had been prepared from those ingredients was unsatisfying.

Company is a tricky piece of work. It’s a musical about marriage, and ambivalence is a key component in its esthetic strategy. It brings a kind of Brechtian dialectical approach to its subject. Robert is the consummate outsider, observing those “good and crazy people, [his] married friends” as he – and they – wonder why he’s still a bachelor. But the married couples provide plenty of evidence that marriage is a mixed blessing. “You’re always sorry, you’re always grateful,” counsels Harry in one of the show’s loveliest songs. Robert feels an unmistakable yearning for intimacy, and the relationships he pursues with several girlfriends (and even one of the wives) fails to ease this ache. In my view, Robert’s journey through the show is an escalating struggle to make sense of all the contradictory evidence and advice he receives and decide, finally, how he will move forward into the 35th year of his life.

The problem is that Doyle’s production, snazzy as it undeniably is, doesn’t do a very good job telling this particular story. Here’s some impressions of some of the individual moments in the piece:

  • An elegant unit set that always looks like the same place, whether we’re in a nightclub, a terrace apartment, a city park.
  • The opening birthday party scene done with no birthday cake, with all the actors facing front, intoning their lines in a posed tableau. Okay, I thought, very expressionistic, unrealistic, cool. But it didn’t tell me much at all about these people and their intimate relationships.
  • The opening number was a dazzling bit of virtuosity, as the actors all sang and played the complex contrapuntal score. Actors held their flutes, trumpets and clarinets near their faces, so that they could alternate sung lines (“Bobby bubi”) with short Sondheim-y instrumental figures. But it seemed like a pretty general hub-bub; there was little in the staging to help me differentiate one person from another, and so the overall impression was lively, virtuosic and short on theatrical information.
  • Harry and Sarah raced through their scene, and seemed inattentive to each other. When the time came for the karate demonstration which is the comic high point of their scene, they were actually on opposite sides of the playing area when their dialogue implied that they were gripping one another in a mutual hammerlock. Again: expressionistic, interesting, but entirely contrary to the notion that the married couples are intimate with each other. The wrestling is actually a physical manifestation of their interaction.
  • During her song “The Little Things,” Joanne uses a glass swizzle stick to strike her bar glass at key moments in the song. A perfectly hilarious sound. Barbara Walsh channeled the Stritch sound effectively. (I pointed out to D’Arcy that Barbara had included Blanche DuBois at Gretna Theater in her bio, which gave us an opportunity to reminisce about the disastrous Harvey Seifter season at Mount Gretna.)
  • The scenes with the three girlfriends were all well-acted. The woman who played Marta, in particular, was very engaging in her scene.
  • As the play went on, I found the characters hard to differentiate. All the costumes are black and white, mostly black. Very stylish, sure, and distinctive in their cut, but it always took me a few seconds to sort out – is that Harry or David or Peter? Jenny or Susan? To make matters more difficult, they would appear with different instruments (Jenny with a guitar? I thought she was a violinist! etc).
  • Because the actors play instruments, the director was limited in how much movement they could be given, many of the tableaux looked the same. Actors paraded around the perimeter of the playing area far too often.
  • Amy sang “Getting Married Today” at a blistering tempo, accompanied by piano (extreme stage right) and violin spiccato (extreme stage left). Remarkable feat of musical ensemble. Paul’s voice was light and tenory, without any of the operetta-ish sweep that his melody called for. He was sincere but bland in his scene.
  • “What Would We Do Without You” was a rousing instrumental showcase, with April puffing on the tuba and a raucous circus-y quality. The original staging of “Side by Side” in 1971 was a showcase for the young choreographer Michael Bennett, and culminated in a series of call-and-response tap breaks. Here, director Doyle substitutes a series of call-and-response instrumental riffs – a promising and appropriate idea, though it falls a little flat in execution, and Esparza’s kazoo riff isn’t set up quite right to pay off the previous bits.
  • The nightclub scene lacked any sort of visuals that would help make sense of the dialog at the beginning, when Robert and Joanne are aghast about Larry’s dancing. There is no waiter for the waiter gags. The smoking lines seemed eerily up-to-date in a world where smoking has now been banned from restaurants in NYC and Philadelphia.
  • “The Ladies Who Lunch” was sung with only piano accompaniment until the very end. Was this because a new transposition had just been made, and the orchestrations weren’t ready yet? Or was this supposed to evoke a piano-bar sort of mood? The song seemed particularly colorless compared to the others. As with many of the other songs, the staging and arrangement are designed to kill the hand at the end of the song.

My biggest dilemma of the afternoon had to do with the acting style which was presumably chosen by the director. The actors were surprisingly inattentive to the content of the lyrics or the inner drama they are meant to communicate.  For instance, Raul Esparza sang the opening song (“phone rings, door chimes, in comes company”) with little evidence of dramatic intent. The lyric is made up of a number of very short phrases, two and three syllable images (“late nights, quick bites, party games”) that never add up to a complete sentence. His behavior gave no clue to the reason for his singing. Worse, he never used any kind of focus shift or behavior modification to differentiate any of those phrases or images. (Those readers who know anything about the SAVI System of singing-acting, which is the core of my work with the students at UArts, will want to review Axiom I: “The singing actor creates behavior that communicates the dramatic event phrase by phrase.”) Many of the songs in the show suffered from this kind of extreme generalization.

“Sorry-Grateful,” the song for Harry and two other husbands, was a very general and inadequate reading of a lyric that is central to the argument of the show. There was never any behavioral inflection during the phrases, so that “You’re always sorry, you’re always grateful” was presented without any evident awareness that “sorry” and “grateful” are actually contradictory, not identical. “Nothing to do with, all to do with her” came out as one phrase, without any behavior to illuminate the mental shift denoted by that comma. In my singing-acting studio, I call this “the ballad trap” – the tendency to play a slow, beautiful song with a generalized mood rather than a particular sense of the content of the text and the dramatic event.

“Someone is Waiting” suffered from the same affliction, and so did “Another Hundred People,” which meant that by the middle of the first act, I was in a total panic. Not one of the soloists I had heard thus far showed any sign of “SAVI singing acting” – and yet, they were all Broadway professionals! Did this mean that I was teaching my students something that completely contradicted what they’d be expected to do on Broadway? Or was this just a particular stylistic quirk superimposed by director Doyle? It wan’t til after the show was over when I had a chance to confer with my companions and learn that they felt equally dissatisfied with the absence of behavior in the singing-acting.

I’ve tended to focus on my dissatisfactions with the production here, and I suppose that’s inevitable, and it will seem like a sop if I acknowledge here at the end the impressive array of talents on display on the stage. An actress like the woman who played Marta, who not only speaks well, sings well, acts with personality, plays a mean violin, and looks hot in a leather bustier, is truly a rare gem, and every member of the cast boasts an equally impressive array of gifts.  Raul Esparza is an actor of great sensitivity and disarming charm, perfectly equipped to play the complicated, underwritten role of Robert. He manages to convey surprising depth and make us care about a character who is historically a cipher through his acting and his personality.
The show is set to open in just a few more weeks – let’s see what others have to say about this wonderfully muddled production.

The 35th Reunion, Part II

Saturday, October 14th, 2006

I’ve been delinquent in posting the second installment of the reunion story, which took place two weeks ago on September 30. In the photo, you can see me on right, standing next to Jane Petkofsky, Holly Thompson and Bruce Hamilton in the lobby of the Italian American Club outside Kennett Square. I hadn’t seen Jane since 1971, and Holly since the early 70’s. Bruce, Holly and I were part of a youth group sponsored by the local Unitarian Fellowship called “Sine Nomine” (meaning “without a name” – how clever were we?). Jane, Holly and I were all involved in drama at Henderson High – Holly had brought a program from a show called “Shakespeare Without Tears” in which I appeared as Jaques from “As You Like It” AND Prospero from “The Tempest” – excerpts, of course, but talk about precocious! Jane, meanwhile, appeared in an excerpt from “Midsummer” that Holly directed in the school’s courtyard. Jane went on to a career as an attorney in DC but has remained active in theater, performing in many Washington-area shows to considerable acclaim (Google her name if you don’t believe me). Holly is, like me, a college teacher – in her case, teaching Chem at the Univ of Montana in Missoula. (Bruce’s particulars are in my previous blog entry about the reunion.) The photographer was my lovely wife, who captured this moment on the cameraphone. We all enjoyed seeing each other but I can’t say we enjoyed the food too much – for $45 a head, I was hoping for more than ziti and steam-table roast beef au jus. Conversation after dinner was thwarted by the DJ who’d been hired for the event – many of the geezers were up sashaying on the parquet at the It-Am Club, but those of us who wanted to talk had to shout over the ancient rock tunes.

Young string band fans

Saturday, October 14th, 2006

Music fans and party animals gathered on South 12th Street tonight to celebrate Skippy and Suzanne’s wedding. Of course, they’ve been together for ten years and have two children, so the whole wedding thing is a little strange, I guess, but a great occasion for a party nonetheless. Members of the South Philly String Band strutted down the street, which had been closed off for the party, and presented a medley of Mummers’ favorites (When You’re Smiling, Four Leaf Clover, Oh Dem Golden Slippers and so on). After they finished, the DJ cranked up the sound system and rocked the bricks in our front wall for several hours. Neighbors and well-wishers wandered in and out of each other’s houses, eating and drinking and comparing notes on home improvements. Casual conversation with the neighbors reveals a startling number of musicians (well, drummers too) on the block, including a new neighbor who’s renovating and making room for a home studio. Lucky us, to land on a musical block!

35 Year Reunion – Part 1

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

Sprinkled amongst the tipsy college students on the streets of West Chester PA were a number of partiers who could easily have been their parents. The 35-year reunion of the Class of 1971 from Henderson High kicked off last night with a “pub crawl,” and I thought I’d spend an hour or so crawling with my high school pal, Bruce.  Bruce and I were valedictorian and salutatarian, respectively – number one and two in a graduating class that numbered well over 600.  Bruce has lived in the Los Angeles metro area for the past 25 years, and we haven’t seen each other since the 30 Year Reunion, which was our first meeting since high school days.  Bruce gets big props for making the cross-country trek; me, it was only a matter of booking a car from Philly Car Share and making the drive out to Chester County.

I was surprised by the feeling of breathless excitement that came over me as I entered the West Chester city limits. I hadn’t been in town since my mom left her longtime home there and moved to Florida a few years ago. The roads of East Goshen and West Goshen township still look familiar, though development and prosperity have brought some changes. It took several cell phone calls to locate Bruce and accomplish a rendezvous. We met at a restaurant where the dinner service had just ended and the place was gearing up for some live music action. The smokers of West Chester are obviously troubled by none of the pesky legislation that vexes their Philly counterparts; there was plenty of puffing, to both our discomfiture.  After a friendly beer and a bit of a chat, we decided to go in search of other classmates.

We headed down the street to a pub where our e-mailed guided suggested that reunioners might be gathered near the second floor pool table. What we found, instead, was a solid mass of college students toting longnecks and shouting at each other over a deafening soundtrack.  Undaunted, Bruce plowed into the throng and I followed, making our way to a staircase in the back which might lead, we hoped, to saner territory.  Upstairs, the scene was equally ear-splitting, but dogged Bruce continued to push through the crowd, seeking some sign of fellow-travelers.  At the second floor bar, we hit pay-dirt: an enclave of twenty or so HHS alumni whose faces were flushed with drink and the exertion of bellowing over the music.

Earlier, I had confided to Bruce that I was feeling anxious about the weekend: I remember so few people from high school, and neither names nor faces seem to have lingered in my head. Would people remember me? Would they be affronted if I didn’t remember them? Now my anxieties would be put to the test. A woman emerged from the crowd calling my name, a look of unfeigned delight on her face, followed in turn by others. Apparently, I still enjoyed enough minor celebrity to be recognizable to some of my classmates, and I tried to charm my way around the fact that the recollections weren’t reciprocal. It didn’t seem to matter, as more and more people re-introduced themselves to me and I to them, all of us laughing at the toll that 35 years can take on one’s memories.

Tonight, the reunion continues under quieter conditions: the Italian-American Club in Kennett Square, where D’Arcy and I have tickets for a dinner and dance. Perhaps (for a little while, at least) it won’t be so noisy, and there’ll be a chance for a little more than shouted bonhomie.

Carnivale of the Dogs

Saturday, September 9th, 2006

Carnivale of the Dogs

Boy, do we know how to have fun in Philadelphia! On a sunny Saturday, we grabbed a couple millet muffins and made our way to Rittenhouse Square, where preparations were underway for the Carnivale of the Dogs. The weather was mild, the mood euphoric, the dogs dressed to impress. I had to bust out the new cameraphone and take a few snaps.

Dog in a Dress

This is Sammy, who was on her way to the costume judging at the Carnivale. She looks a little less than thrilled about the prospect.

Dog talent show

Incredible doggie talents were on display, but the crowd was packed in too tight for me to squeeze in with my camera. Here, the contestants are lined up on the red carpet just prior to the final judging (done via audience applause). In the front is Cool Whip, who barked the Eagles’ fight song while her mistress sang it. Then there was Barley the pug, who spent much of his performance spinning in circles. The winner was Emma, who could fetch a kleenex from a box of tissues when his mistress sneezed and daintily carried a Wawa hotdog to his owner without biting into it. D’Arcy thought that was the best trick of all!