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Blindspot Opens Tonight in Philadelphia

Posted on 24 February 2011 by Lauren Dubowski

Blindspot, a new, nine-night festival of experimental dance and music, opens tonight in Philadelphia. The festival, co-produced by Bowerbird and Ladybird and curated by Justin Hurt and Anna Drozdowski, will take place at Christ Church in Old City.

Dance performances will take place in the newly-revamped Neighborhood House performance space, followed by pipe-organ concerts in the church’s sanctuary—audiences can choose to attend these either as two-part performances or as separate programs. The festival also features two evenings of improvisational “blind dates” between movers and musicians (1, 2).

Tickets are available here. Advance press is out from Citypaper and WHYY.

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Oni Dance Returns to the Joyce Soho

Posted on 24 February 2011 by Jeremy M. Barker

March 11 and 12, Oni Dance returns to the Joyce Soho with a trio of pieces: Exquisite.Corpse, an exploration of “intimacy, contamination, and mortality,” Wasteland(arrival, a Beckett-inspired look at an uncertain future, and their newest work Vanished Earth. Tickets are $20/$15.

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Ursula Eagly’s “Group Dynamics and Visual Sensitivity” at Danspace Project

Posted on 23 February 2011 by admin

Photo by Kristin Van Loon.

Special to Culturebot by Jeremy Finch

Dance and comic books are two of my favorite things in the world, but I usually think of them as very distinct art forms. When I heard that Ursula Eagly was choreographing a piece at Danspace Project that combined the two into a “live graphic novel,” my interest was immediately piqued. How could one combine these vastly different mediums into a single, cohesive performance piece?

I saw the show on Thursday, February 17 at St. Marks Church and the combination of live story telling, drawing, acting and dance in Group Dynamics and Visual Sensitivity was seamless and totally unique. (Chris Schlichting, who shared the split bill with Ursula Eagly, performed Public Hair, a wiggly, thrashing solo.) Eagly’s portion of the evening began with her asking the audience to close their eyes as she led us through a guided series of images and directions.

“If you do exactly what I tell you, you’ll have a particular experience,” Eagly says, and the audience all follows her obediently (except for a rebellious dance critic, busily jotting down notes). She directs us to open our eyes and really look at parts of the space before us; the wooden column, the railings of the balcony etc. As our eyes wander, we finally see Jeremy and Abby Harris Holmes (husband and wife) standing frozen, mid-movement. They appear in new places and poses each time that we are directed to close and open our eyes.

The continual opening and closing of eyes creates a page-turning effect, forcing the audience to infer movement and narrative from the loose structure, and we begin to understand the story unfolding before us (the plot, while not being crucial to understanding the piece, has to do with angels, love and eyesight). Each audience member, who has already been handed a foldout book (beautifully designed by Jesse Harold), is asked to follow along with the story by flipping from drawing to drawing, each mirroring a part of the story unfolding before us. The combined effect of the evocative drawings, live bodies and calm narration lulled me into a trance and it felt like there was a clear invitation to really let our minds wander.

Finally, after looking back and forth between the drawings and still performers, Eagly directs the audience to close their eyes again and asks, “If you knew that this was your last time looking at the world, how would you see?” When my eyes opened, Jeremy and Abby Harris Holmes were abruptly gone from sight, replaced onstage by Lindsay Dietz Marchant, who begins a dance solo full of deep lunges and painful relevé. It takes a moment to register that the comic book story is over and that we are watching a dance performance again, but it is in this moment that Eagly truly creates something special and original. There’s nothing particularly mind-blowing about Dietz Marchant’s movement in her solo (she is an incredibly talented performer), but I found myself in such a specific state of mind that I noticed and enjoyed everything about her time on stage. From the shaking in her legs, and the slightly audible clicks and pops of the sound design, to the vastness of St. Marks Church, everything felt new, fresh and viscerally engaging.

In that way, Ursula Eagly’s Group Dynamics and Visual Sensitivity is in itself a structure to prepare audiences for dance. Too often, it’s possible for me to see dance performances and zone out, get bored and miss crucial details. But because the comic book component of the piece ignited different parts of my brain that don’t normally get used when I see a performance, I experienced the subsequent dancing in a different way.

As a result, the evening’s performance, with it’s bold creativity and careful execution, truly felt like a gift. Did I feel like that because I was given a an opportunity to feel creative and engaged with the piece, despite my role as a “passive” audience observer? Was it easier to relate to abstract, post-modern dance simply because I arrived there from a previous place of narrative and structure? Could this template be applied to future performances with different sorts of comic book stories? Whatever the case may be, Eagly has found a powerful, multisensorial approach to engaging audiences and I’m excited to see what sort of experiments she makes in the future.

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A Week of Playgoing: Target Margin, Witness Relocation & Nonsense Co.

Posted on 23 February 2011 by Jeremy M. Barker

Target Margin, Second Language (Chocolate Factory Theater, through March 5; tickets $15). Since moving to New York last spring, I’ve been living in far South Brooklyn, between Brighton Beach and Sheepshead Bay, in the middle of city’s largest Russian-speaking community. My neighbors come from Ukraine, Belarus, Mother Russia, and former Soviet satellites in Central Asia, like Uzbekistan. On my street, I’m the only “American” (as they put it) who’s not a first- or second-generation immigrant. And I’m also one of the few people who could be said to be a native English speaker, which means that sometimes I have to pass for a de facto tutor or erstwhile translator (from broken English to functional English–I don’t speak Russian aside from “hello,” “beer/vodka please,” “thank you,” and “sweet dreams”). I’ve helped book flights online, figure out the iTunes store, handle a collections call, and go over ESL home work.

I’m also occasionally called upon to answer mystifying questions, like what the difference between “clothes” and “close” is. It usually comes up because in a twist of transliteration I don’t fully grasp, Russian speakers tend to try to pluralize “clothes,” as in “clotheses.” Explain to them that, no, it’s just “clothes,” they respond, quizzically, “Like a door?”

In Target Margin’s Second Language–in a twist on the notoriously difficult Japanese r/l sound–the misunderstanding over not-quite-homonyms occurs between “bowling” and “boring.” But the principle is the same: Language is hard, full of slippages, and for many people, control of English is a downright existential struggle.

Second Language grew out of (if I’m not entirely botching this) the Chocolate Factory’s ongoing engagement with their community in Long Island City. Partnering with the performing arts center at Long Island Community College, Second Language was developed by Target Margin’s David Herskovits and several professional actors, working with students and non-student community members in a famously diverse area. (LICC claims its student body represents speakers of something like 150 languages.)

The result is a fragmentary deconstruction of the absurdities of language education, culled both from ESL books (Making English serve you!) as well as investigative interviews with non-native speakers, and performed by a combination of professionals and their community collaborators. Performed on a brightly lit white set with Dayglo-y accoutrements, the show is a messy and chaotic evocation of the mystifying complexity of trans-lingual experience. Small scenes are acted out following the stilted dialogues from ESL books (one of which is hanging from the ceiling downstage center as the show opens, quickly kicking into a Bollywood-esque number). Other times you get a brief outburst in Chinese (I think) or Spanish. And still other times, people merely ape speaking in a language we don’t know by delivering toasts as “Hindi Hindi Hindi Hindi Hindi.”

The result is a finely realized, intelligent work that says a lot for what can be accomplished through community outreach, if it’s done in a thoughtful, intelligent, and wholly engaged fashion. If this piece has a weakness, it’s that it primarily treats its subject aesthetically, capturing the experience of not speaking a language without the consequences, which, as someone who’s currently living amongst many poor, recent immigrants,I can assure you is less than half the story. But enough fear and complexity comes through the performances (which were almost all quite good–you probably can’t guess who’s a professional and who’s an amateur) that it would be unfair to say it’s not there, and anyway, I’m certainly personally biased in this regard.

Witness Relocation, Heaven on Earth (La Mama, through February 27; tickets $25/$20). This is third show I’ve see from Dan Safer & co. (including the English language premiere of Five Days in March and I’m Going to Make a Small Incision Behind Your Ear to Check and See If You’re Actually Human last December at the Bushwick Starr), and of the three, it’s the best, fullest realization of what the company seems to be aiming for. A collaboration with the French company ildi ! eldi and with a script by Chuck Mee, Heaven on Earth explores questions of apocalypse and paradise.

I’ve seen shows about paradise before, and first off, I’m just plain thankful that these people, at least, know where Heaven and Apocalypse actually are: in the eyes and fevered imaginations of their beholders. All too often, abstract concepts like these become these tediously belabored images, but Witness Relocation instead focuses not on the things themselves but the people who are thinking about and considering them. At its heart, Heaven on Earth is about how we imagine both sides of the dichotomy in human terms–sublime perfection on the one hand, and non-existence on the other. Both being beyond the scope of the human mind to imagine, what we’re left with is diverse stories, fragments, and attempts to imagine these totalities, ranging from something as simple as a charming romance on a summer’s day, to a discussion of the digitization of human experience and “the singularity,” whatever the hell that might be.

And this being Witness Relocation, linearity isn’t the order of the day anymore than text is the primary means of communication. Safer is as much as a choreographer as a theater director, and this is the piece of the three I’ve seen in which he seems to be most at ease with both, neither one coming at the expense of the other but rather working together or in tandem to deal with the physical and intellectual attempt to imagine utter perfection or distruction, guided by Mee’s spare script, leaving plenty of room for the company to fill out.

Sadly I can’t name all the performers, but members of both ildi ! eldi and Witness Relocation do fine jobs (and who doesn’t love French-accented-English-by-way-Britain?), but Heather Christian definitely commanded notice. I was impressed by her work with The TEAM over the summer, for whom she’s serving as composer for Mission Drift, their new show. Here she has a more aggressive, physical performance  to deliver, and I was wowed.

Nonsense Company, Storm Still (PS 122, through March 6; tickets $20/$15). I’ve been wanting to catch the Nonsense Company’s Storm Still since it was in Seattle almost two years ago, where it came through while playing the fringe circuit. I was I recall, it was on a double-bill with the Missoula Oblongata, a company whose work and ethos I dig, but because of scheduling conflicts I couldn’t make it.

Now, having just seen it at PS 122, I really wish I had caught it back in Seattle, because I sincerely doubt it would have clocked in at over two hours on a double-bill. And seriously, this show’s primary fault–and there’s so much good in it it’s downright tragic–is that it’s way too long, or at least too little bang for the buck.

The concept behind the show is simple enough: in a post-apocalyptic (or concurrently-apocalyptic?) future, three children are barricaded inside their school while a war rages outside. They’ve been in there a while. In fact, they may just have grown into the three twenty-something adults who perform the show. Whatever the case, they’re going a little stir crazy, but rather than turning all Lord of the Flies on one another, they instead endlessly rehearse, develop, research, and perform King Lear.

Now, the one thing I’d caution any reader who’s rolling his eyes at this is, Nonsense Company actually does this well. I agree, the last thing I want to subject myself too is another fringe show deconstructing or recontextualizing Shakespeare. But conceptually, this show is a cut above. Lear actually makes a compelling device by which these three kids can try to make sense of their experience. It is, after all, a play in which a father’s foolishness leads to social chaos (Lear’s screwed-up succession plan leads to both civil war and a foreign invasion). And as far as Shakespeare goes, the world of Lear is anything but a just one; Edmund may be bad because he’s a bastard, but Cordelia dies for no good reason at all. It’s not a tidy world, in other words, but a really messy one in which attempts to see justice fail.

And “justice” is at the center of Storm Still (a stage direction from Act 3, as Lear wanders mad through the storm with the Fool and Edgar disguised), with these three lost kids (played by Nonsense Company’s three members Rick Burkhardt, Andy Gricevich, and Ryan Higgins) searching through the text for answers to why they’re stuck in a school-turned-bunker as, indeed, a rather different sort of storm rages outside, but every bit as insane.

In the quarto version of Lear, Lear stages a mock trial of Goneril and Regan; the fact this scene disappears in the First Folio consumes the young man (or boy) who plays Lear (Ryan Higgins). Indeed, most of Storm Still concerns long dramaturgical discussions as the three kids try to sort out and understand exactly what happens in the play, by way of the Oresteia, psychoanalysis and so on.

The thing is, eventually these exercises become so long and obscure, all sight is lost of the purpose. The length of each act (Storm Still features five) is written on a chalkboard upstage. Act 4, clocking in at nearly 50 minutes (act 3 was over 30) was the killer, rambling on so long it was hard to make heads or tails of what they were even aiming for.

Which isn’t to say it was bad, per se. Higgins’s performance was great, as was Rick Burkhardt’s, whose character had adopted a sort of friendly-physician-cum-psychologist persona for Act 4, probing Higgins (whose character sees himself as an actor inhabiting and commenting on the character of Lear) in the guise of friendly conversation. Indeed, the acting on all three performers’ parts was subtle and effective, but in the end there was just too much show to digest.

What’s interesting is that Storm Still was originally commissioned as part of a project to re-imagine Lear. Five companies were each assigned a single act (Nonsense got Act 3). I can’t help but wonder if, in the two or three years since they conceived it (during which they made their way from Madison to Brooklyn; originally the company hails from San Diego), it hasn’t grown into this unruly beast, or whether it’s always been unwieldly and in need of cutting. The point is, the three performers were great and their ideas solid–with a good director to help reshape and pare down so much raw material, Storm Still could be an amazing play.

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New York Live Arts Introduces Itself With Bread, Circus & Not Much Else

Posted on 22 February 2011 by Jeremy M. Barker

Well, actually it was a tasteful selection of wine and hors d’oeuvres following a “conversation” format Q&A, but figuratively speaking it’s still true. The “community introduction” of New York Live Arts, hosted by Dance/NYC last Saturday afternoon at what’s still (through June, at least) known as Dance Theater Workshop, was big on vague attempts to reassure the community invited that when DTW finishes merging with the Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Dance Company, the new institution will remain a pillar of the dance community. But with lots of rosy predictions and big, abstract ideas being thrown around in what was otherwise an introduction short on practical details, what wasn’t said was at least as important as what was. And despite the laudable effort at spin to create community support, what I heard suggests that NYLA faces a long and probably rough roll-out as it tries to figure out what it wants to be.

The 800-pound gorilla in the room is how the relationship between DTW’s Carla Peterson and Bill T. Jones will play out. Structurally, Jones is the “executive artistic director” and Peterson the “artistic director” of NYLA, but Jones promises to continue, you know, being Bill T. Jones and running his internationally respected dance company. Still, he assured the audience that he plans to put his stamp on the “aesthetic” vision of NYLA, which means…what? Peterson will be the day-to-day artistic director whose choices will be meddled with when Jones has time to drop in? I’m not trying to be cynical and it is certainly possible the two will enjoy an entirely fruitful collaborative relationship, but mission drift is a big enough risk during major shifts at arts orgs, let alone when you have too many cooks in the kitchen.

And indeed, for as much as I respect Jones as an artist, what he was saying during the community introduction was not reassuring to me looking at him as a new artistic director assuming the helm of an important institution. He’s certainly a gifted public speaker who knows how to play a crowd, and I’m fairly sure that most of what he said was essentially BS’ing the audience (asking artists to introduce themselves, for instance, is a sure-fire way to kill time when you don’t have anything substantive to say, since most of them will proceed to recite half their CV’s before getting around to speechifying without ever asking a question). But on the off chance he was serious about what he was saying, it struck me as sadly another example of someone used to getting credit for having big ideas, which are, let’s face it, a dime-a-dozen in this business. Practical plans for running a sustainable institution are a bit harder to come by, and Jones had nothing to say of practical import on that front. He may be a fantastic artist, but he has a bit to learn about being an artistic director.

In terms of how Jones envisions NYLA, it seems slightly Baryshnikov Arts Center-esque, a legacy institution that will present work the artistic director thinks is important, mixing new and emerging artists with bankable presentations tied to big names. But that’s just my inference from what Jones said.

Apparently, Jones spent nearly a decade trying to find a permanent home for his company, originally targeting Harlem, which could also serve as a center for other arts events and the larger community (he referenced the 92nd St. Y as an inspiration). Now he’s inherited DTW, with a long tradition of supporting developing artists, which includes a not insubstantial amount of resources being dedicated to non-public performance ventures (the Studio Series and Fresh Tracks, for instance). We were assured in vague terms that these programs would continue, or something like them. We were also assured that the rehearsal studio resources could continue to meet existing needs while also expanding to provide a permanent home for Jones’s company, since a lot of their development won’t be taking place in New York. (Which, again, suggests that Jones will be anything but an on-the-ground administrator.)

Of the few more specific thoughts Jones has about new events to bring to NYLA, one was a public discussion between a visual artist and a choreographer whose work was mutually inspirational. He knows them both and has some insight into how that played out in the Sixties and Seventies. Which I guess means NYLA will become another place whose programming has plenty of room for big name artists in the twilights of their careers to talk about the good old days for the benefit of potential donors, who likewise are interested in the good old days.

And hey, if that brings in the money, Godspeed! But is that important, useful, relevant, practical, or a good use of limited resources to the greater community of contemporary artists born a decade or more after that era? I tend to doubt it.

Jones also talked a lot about branding, which was slightly disconcerting if you take him at his word. Jones doesn’t like the word “dance” apparently; he pointed out that it has about as negative an association in the popular mind as mime does, and was thankfully aware of how easily parodied and mocked it can be. However, saying you prefer to call it “body-based performance” is sort of meaningless, unless you really intend to bring in other, non-contemporary dance-based movement artists. DTW has of course also been diverse, with theater and movement companies sharing space with dance artists. So…what again is the point? Is it a shift in programming, or is Bill T. Jones really thinking the key to making NYLA a bankable destination is billing it as the home for something called “body-based performance”?

So yeah, that definitely elicited a head-shake from me, because marketing and branding your way to popular success is a fool’s game invented by consultants. The problems facing the arts aren’t something marketing can solve; the problems facing an institution, however, actually are. Which is why I was disappointed to see Jones express more interest in how artists marketed themselves than how his own theater would.

New York is in many ways an island, insulated from the broader socio-economic pressures affecting the arts elsewhere and in many ways years behind in adapting to new realities. Around the country one of the preferred methods for creating a sustainable presenting institution has become a matter of making the institution the destination rather than the work itself. Hence the popularity of the festival model employed by a Fusebox in Austin or a TBA in Portland. On the Boards in Seattle presents a season, not a festival, but likewise it manages a high degree of engagement and trust from audiences.

Of course, all of these have the option of being more selective that NYLA will be, if it programs anything approaching the number of shows DTW has. But the point remains–in those cases, the institution bills itself and controls marketing for the artists in order to maintain a higher degree of trust among audiences. For Jones to spend time worrying about how other artists should be presenting themselves to the larger public is admirable, I suppose, in terms of his position in the dance community, but less so coming from the public face of an institution he’s helped create and that everyone wants to see succeed.

So in short, I generally don’t think much was really being said. The heads of the organizations merging to form NYLA know that there’s plenty of skepticism among the dance community (who themselves really are worried about “what this means to me,” not necessarily bigger, loftier things) and are seeking to actively engage and earn the community’s goodwill. But as Jones himself pointed out, it will take eighteen months at least for the shape of the new organization to become apparent. What we’re left with in the short run are high hopes, big ideas, and practical challenges that need overcoming, not the least of which is money. There is a reason, after all, that DTW went after the merger. And insofar as that’s concerned, the one concrete detail that emerged was sort of telling.

In order to facilitate Jones’s company when they are in New York, NYLA is going to knock down the wall between the upstairs studios and install a moveable one so that sometimes it can be multiple spaces, sometimes a big space, and even an alternative performance venue for shows that don’t work in blackbox. But when that will happen is sort of a mystery, because they don’t have the money to do it now: they’re waiting for some grant they applied for to come through.

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An Interview With the Wooster Group’s Ari Fliakos

Posted on 18 February 2011 by Alyssa Alpine

Ari Fliakos in the Wooster Group's "Vieux Carre." Photo by Franck Beloncle.

Alyssa Alpine sat down for what turned into an in-depth chat with Ari Fliakos, who plays The Writer in The Wooster Group’s production of Vieux Carré (at Baryshnikov Arts Center through March 13). Fittingly, everything we covered had both a practical and conceptual angle: the significance of the Performing Garage space to the Group’s longevity, the function of the in-ear pieces the actors sport, and The Wooster Group’s undeserved reputation for deconstructionist work.

How did you get involved with The Wooster Group? You went to Duke and have a degree in Chinese history, so what happened?

The history department at Duke was amazing. The professors were really intent on helping students think critically about their environment, about history, and literature. And pretty much everyone was a Marxist, a card-carrying communist. I didn’t learn a lick about dates and I didn’t take away factual history, but as far as an intellectually challenging education, it was totally unexpected. But I’d always been doing theater. My mother was a dance teacher, and I’d done theater all through school. I didn’t want to pursue theater professionally—I didn’t think it was a legit thing to do.

But then Bonnie Marranca was teaching a class at Duke—I wasn’t in it—and a friend took me along to see Robert Wilson’s The Black Rider. I’d never seen anything like it. Up until that point, I’d assumed that theater was a live version of what you see in cinema, that acting was some sort of translation of cinema to live stage.

After graduation, a friend of mine was interning with The Wooster Group [WG] and said I should check it out. So I did. I interned at the WG and went there once a week for a year and a half [1996], totally unknown to everyone it seemed—I brought people coffee, helped answer phones, I was just there to be around. It was the best day of my week, and I loved being in that environment. I was watching artists make work in a way that I thought was interesting. It was rigorous and fun, everything I thought that being an actor wasn’t.

So I was working in a restaurant, taking some acting classes and interning at WG. Willem DaFoe was doing a film and they needed some one to replace him in Fish Story [last act of Three Sisters]. They were touring to Bogota, Columbia, and the story goes that Peyton [Smith], a long-time member, said, “what about that Ari guy?” I was brought in, and a week later, I was going to Bogota. And that was that. For a couple of years, I was kind of a utility in-fielder, stepping in when needed. The first piece I made with the company was House Lights. I’ve been full-time since 2000.

The Wooster Group has evolved—there are some core members left, but there’s been a lot of transition over the years. So what makes it still “The Wooster Group,” with a very solid aesthetic? How has this been maintained over 30-plus years?

First and foremost, Liz (Lecompte] and Kate [Valk]. Liz in particular has been a constant, she’s the artistic vision of the company. But I don’t think things could be realized as effectively without Kate there with her all these years too.

And I think equally important is the space itself, the Garage. Kate has called it ‘creative real estate’. Our offices are there, our workspace is there. We never have to worry about where we’re rehearsing. Whether we are on tour or performing in NY, we always return home to the space. There are these practical considerations that the space gives, just financially, but the space itself has a kind of crazy spirit. It’s been very consistent in my experience. You go away and come back, and here it is. It’s comforting and dangerous.

Tell me about the process of making Vieux Carre [VC]. How did it start?

We’d never done a Williams play, and there are two stories that converge in terms of how the idea came about. We were doing a fundraising letter, and as part of this, we offered people the opportunity to vote on what our next show should be. Tennessee Williams came back a lot. At the same time, a grant was being written in the office and Liz was having a conversation about who was the greatest American playwright. Scott [Shepherd] came in and said, “what about Tennessee Williams?”. We ended up going to our cinematurg, Dennis Dermody, for a recommendation and he said, “you should look at Vieux Carre.” So we read it. Liz is usually very hesitant to cast, but in this case, she told me to read The Writer, Kate read Jane Sparks and Mrs. Wire, Scott read Nightingale and Tye.

Did you do a lot of background research?

In the beginning, we always sit around and read a lot of materials to each other. We even get a little fire going on the video, and the sound guys will play the crackling. We read Williams’ memoirs and other plays of his to each other, and watched videos and documentaries about Katrina. At the time we were dealing with the material [2008], New Orleans and Katrina were inseparable. We went down there several times and visited nursing homes to try to get the voices of the old ladies in the show. A lot of what I came away was the aftermath of Katrina, the neglect, the decay, the rotting wetness that was still there a couple of years afterwards. There are echoes of this in the set: a watermark runs along on the sliding door. It’s subtle, but it all visually makes sense, it makes this story about people who are decaying, feeling neglected, and lonely.

Our work develops in a way that’s difficult to describe. There’s never really an idea that we start with. Liz works with what’s in front of her, so there’s this awkward beginning phase when there’s no material yet. Sometimes there’s a set idea we can work with. Most of our ideas develop from set pieces from the previous show, and Liz had the idea of splitting the platform into two moving parts. The basic idea for the set for VC came in very early and that was kind of the jumping off point for us as performers because we then had this architecture to negotiate.

The performers, sound, video people, we’re all there in the beginning, and we’re all material until Liz has a chance to edit it down. It’s kind of a muddy soup. It’s a slow accumulation once you start rehearsing of things that stick to the wall. You keep throwing things against the wall, again and again and again, and then things start to stick. Sometimes you tear it all down, and then you come back to it and you know where it fits. We tend to work in four- or six-week chunks, which is a tremendous luxury. If we’ve been working on a show for 2-3 years, it’s really much less than that. To be able to leave something and come back to it isn’t something people usually have the opportunity to do in the theater.

We made the first part of the show, the first seven scenes, one night in Paris about two years ago and then we slowly added onto the end. So it became about the process of closing the gap between the first and second half of the show. We really found the show then, this idea of the writer making it—the anxiety, the frustration, and the ecstasy of creating became a reflection of our own process of creating the work, and also driving it. It made it come alive.

In terms of how you approach the role of The Writer, do you see it as central to the play, the conjurer of the characters, or more as a fly on the wall?

The role is very much written as a fly on the wall, but as the creator and observer at the same time. In all our work, we’re never pretending that the thing you’re watching isn’t being made by us. It does fit well with us that there’s this character at the center that is creating the show as it’s happening. It allows us to comment on ourselves in a fun way, in a way that sometimes we don’t have the luxury of doing. Once we hit on that, this idea gave us a lot of freedom, that these characters are figments in the writer’s mind. It gave us the freedom to do a lot of things Williams writes about in the stage directions, references to surreal, absurd moments.

After awhile, it become clear to me that this was a memory play, written in the 1970s about the 1930s, this old man looking back at his youth, but it’s also a fantasy play, with things being dreamed about. This helped us wrangle with the material and it really frees us from a sense of nostalgia—it’s not back in the day, but it’s actually moving forward.

You’ve been quite faithful to the script, more so in this show than other WG productions?

There is a priority, almost always, in our work to make the text clearer, make the material clear. Sometimes our reputation for quote/unquote “deconstructive theater” is unfair, it’s not an intentional thwarting of the playwright, but in fact just the opposite—it’s an intention to lift it into something we can experience today. It might be correct to say that the narrative and characters of the play, as material, might seem to have more prominence here. There’s very little to escape that as it’s written, we just use some of our tools to make this more legible.

Speaking of tools, what exactly is the function of the in-ear pieces you all wear?

It’s something we’ve worked with for awhile. In the past, it was a way of recreating something in real time, where we’re saying the things we’re hearing, and executing what we’re seeing. In this piece, it’s a little bit more advanced. We have a text we have to perform, and we’re listening to source material that informs the rhythms, speech patterns, the cadences of the words. It’s not at all what we’re supposed to be saying, but there are qualities in the performance of what we’re listening to that inform what we’re doing onstage in real time. This bumps up against the text in random ways, it’s not set. It’s a tremendous gift, it takes away the responsibility of creating something on your own. It’s happening in real time, and if there’s a skill to develop, it’s giving over to this.

Have you seen any performances recently that made an impression on you?

I’m not so interested in theater as a form. As a medium, I much prefer tv or film. Whatever I feel like what we do is much more related to that working process than theater usually is. You’ve got all these technical issues to deal with—the setting up, the waiting, the creative problem solving around the weather, the specifics of the shot. Within those technical restrictions, you have to find a performing freedom.

I’ve developed a real admiration for good children’s performers. If you can be cool and entertaining for a small child, that’s really amazing. I think a lot of good performance is about trying to temper of the humiliation of the performative situation and turn it into something powerful, transcendent, and experientially satisfying. There’s something inherently humiliating about the act of getting in front of people and performing. But at its best, it’s a kind of pure engagement, and it takes something really subtle to arrive at this, without being self-conscious.

Musicians have it the easiest, that mask is so strong—it’s all about their music and performing their instrument. The trick for us as live performers is how can we make our mask with our instruments and the tools we’re using onstage. To the extent to which we can do this, in the way a musician uses his guitar, goes along ways towards how successful we are.

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“Waiting for Godot,” the Video Game

Posted on 18 February 2011 by Jeremy M. Barker

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Verdensteatret’s “And All the Question Marks Started to Sing” at DTW

Posted on 17 February 2011 by Alyssa Alpine

And All the Questionmarks Started to Sing from Verdensteatret on Vimeo.
“Multi-disciplinary” is an over-used word, one that has been too readily slapped onto any staged work that manages to worm video into performance. The words “original” and “collaborative” are equally abused, but Norway’s Verdensteatret–a collective that creates works at the intersection of theater, visual art, and music–seems like the real deal on all accounts. We can determine this for ourselves February 24-27 at Dance Theater Workshop (tickets $20), when they perform their newest work, And All the Question Marks Started to Sing, courtesy of a partnership between DTW, PS122, and The FuturePerfect festival.

And All the Question Marks Started to Sing is the result of 16 collaborators from different professions coming together, which co-founder Lisbeth Bodd describes as a ”slow, costly, and stupid way of working because everyone has to be there at once.” The year and a half spent developing this work has yielded an array of what they call “kinetic sculptures,” multi-functional, sensory machines that are manipulated by performers to produce sound, video, images, and music. 

And All the Question Marks Started to Sing work has been exhibited as a visual art installation by programming the machines to automatic settings, and also performed live. While this all sounds complex and high tech, the work has a retro flavor, courtesy of old celluloid film strips, cranked by hand, and a color palette that hearkens back to the early days of cinema. Bodd wants people ”see the sound, listen to the images” and post-show, opens the stage to the audience: apparently she isn’t worried about breaking the spell or clumsy feet.

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Music For Merce CD Release Events at Roulette

Posted on 17 February 2011 by Andy Horwitz

The Music Committee of the Merce Cunningham Dance Company (MCDC) will present two concerts on Sunday March 20, 2011 to celebrate the release of “Music for Merce,” a 10-CD boxed set from New World Records. Live at Roulette in Soho, the concerts, at 5:00pm and 8:30pm, will offer a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for audiences to witness the remarkable breadth and vitality of the musical community—from John Cage to David Tudor, Takehisa Kosugi, and generations of experimental musicians—that played a critical role in Merce’s life and work.

The evening will feature performances of excerpts of works commissioned for MCDC over the years, as well as works by the current MCDC Music Committee.  Highlights include:
•    John Cage’s Music for Piano 4-19 (1954) and Aria (1958) with Fontana Mix (1958)
•    David Tudor’s Toneburst (1975)
•    Pauline Oliveros’ In Memoriam Nicola Tesla (1969)
•    Christian Wolff’s Or 4 People (1994)
•    David Behrman’s Long Throw (2007)
•    Takehisa Kosugi’s Cycles II (1981)
•    John King’s gliss in sighs (1985)

Alongside the MCDC Music Committee, featured performers include:
•    Gordon Mumma, a major collaborator with the Company in the Sixties and Seventies, who will perform excerpts from his recent piano works
•    Stuart Dempster and Loren Dempster, performing Conches for Cunningham, a piece recalling his repertory piece Underground Overlays (1995)
•    Musicians Fast Forward, John Gibson, George Lewis, Ikue Mori, and Marina Rosenfeld, whose work is featured on “Music for Merce”
•    Past and recent musical collaborators Joan La Barbara, Shelley Burgon, Alvin Curran, Miguel FrasconiMatana RobertsStephan Moore, and Jesse Stiles.

Noted music scholar Amy C. Beal, whose essay accompanies the boxed set, and David Vaughan, archivist for the Cunningham Dance Foundation, will also speak during the evening about Merce’s influence on and relationship to new music. Many works will be accompanied by video clips of the Merce Cunningham Dance Company by the filmmaker Charles Atlaswho collaborated with Cunningham on numerous “filmdances” – a genre in which original performance work is created directly for the camera – and documentaries of MCDC in performance.

Detailed program information follows below.

“Music for Merce” boxed sets will be available for purchase, and the featured artists will be available to sign CDs following each concert.

Performance and Ticket Information
Tickets for each concert are $25 ($15 Students, Seniors, Under 30s)
Admission for both 5:00pm and 8:30pm shows $40 ($25 Students, Seniors, Under 30s)

RSVP by phone at (212) 219-8242

Roulette 20 Greene Street New York, NY 10013
212-291-8242
www.roulette.org


Program A at 5pm

John Cage, Music for Piano 4-19 (1953), performed by Christian Wolff [Music for the dance Suite for Five (1956)]

Pauline Oliveros, In Memorian Nicola Tesla (1969) [Music for the dance Canfield (1969)]

Event for Set #1 – Shelley Burgon, Fast Forward, George Lewis, Matana Roberts

Jon Gibson, Down the Road (2011)

****David Vaughan, Archivist, MCDC, will speak****

John King, gliss in sighs (1985) [Music for the dance Native Green (1985)] Gordon Mumma, 4 short piano pieces (1975-2007)

Christian Wolff, Or 4 People (1994), performed by Christian Wolff, Takehisa Kosugi, David Behrman and John King

Program B at 8:30pm
Event for Set #2 – Alvin Curran, Miguel Frasconi, Ikue Mori, Marina Rosenfeld

Takehisa Kosugi, Cycles II [Music for the dance Gallopade (1981)]

David Tudor, Untitled 1975/1994, performed by Takehisa Kosugi [Music for the dance Sounddance (1975)]

****Amy Beal, writer who wrote the liner notes for the 10-CD box set booklet will speak ****

Annea Lockwood, Jitterbug (2007), performed by Takehisa Kosugi, David Behrman and John King [Music for the dance EyeSpace (2007)]

Stewart Dempster, Conches for Cunningham (2011), performed with Loren Dempster

David Behrman, Long Throw (2007), performed by Takehisa Kosugi, David Behrman, John King [Music for the dance EyeSpace (2007)]

John Cage, Aria (1958) with Fontana Mix (1958), Joan La Barbara singing Aria; Christian Wolff, Takehisa Kosugi, David Behrman, John King, Stephan Moore and Jesse Stiles performingFontana Mix [Music for the dance XOVER (2007)]

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Trajal Harrell, Kyle Abraham and Half Straddle

Posted on 14 February 2011 by Andy Horwitz

Wednesday night took us to The Kitchen to see (M)IMOSA aka Twenty Looks or Paris is Burning at The Judson Church. Created in choreographic collaboration with Cecilia Bengolea, François Chaignaud, and Marlene Freitas it was an experiment in choreographic chaos that was alternately fascinating and frustrating.

As the title suggests, Harrell is exploring a mash-up of vogueing/fashion movement vocabulary and iconography with the aesthetics of Judson. He offers up his project in various sizes and different incarnations. I’ve only ever seen this piece, so my write-up may be a little decontextualized.

Some of the people I spoke to LOVED this piece – they felt that it was just fun and playful and exuberant and a breath of fresh air. I have to say that I had a different reaction. I found it complicated and kind of difficult.

I’m not going to do a sequence-by-sequence breakdown I just want to share some overall impressions. Harrell creates a kind of distracted aesthetic – he is seated in the audience as the show begins, rifling through costumes. The performers come in and out of the audience when others are onstage, diverting your attention from the main event. It feels a bit like a rehearsal or, more appropriately, a fashion show where the backstage workings are made visible to the audience. Costume changes happen in the seats and performers chat amongst themselves.

Each artist would come out and claim the identity of Mimosa Ferrara – an imagined ubiquitous pop star who would be incarnated in different ways. Sometimes a boozy chanteuse, sometimes looking like Prince, sometimes Trajal in a wig.

One of the most successful elements of the show was the gender play – at different times different types of drag were employed to suggest the mutability of gender and identity. I found that fascinating. But just as often as it was fascinating Harrell and Co. employed overlapping musical cues and simultaneous action that became frustrating. The dissonance of competing stimuli created a kind of sensory overload that short-circuited my attention span. Some people expressed to me that they thought it was a comic romp whereas I found it alienating.

The performers were all energetic and engaging and each had a kind of “signature” number that they did during the show. It was fun to get to know these personas – and some of the personas they put on were quite entertaining. But as the evening went on and the imaginary Mimosa Ferrara came back again and again in new disguises I started to get worn out.

Ultimately this was a big, ideologically expansive, sprawling work that was ambitious and challenging. I would like to see more of Trajal’s other pieces so I could understand how this fits into his overarching exploration of fashion, identity, politics and aesthetics.

In stark contrast to the sprawling, conceptual (M)mimosa was the evening of bite-sized dance morsels that was Kyle Abraham and Friends’ Heartbreak and Homies< at Joe’s Pub. This Valentine’s Day sampler pack of song-length dances produced by DanceNOW[NYC] was easy on the eyes and good fun all around.

Abraham solicited song suggestions on Facebook, selected his favorites and choreographed dances to them. He also invited choreographers David Dorfman, Faye Driscoll and Alex Escalante to share work in the evening.

The night started off with three short, intertwined solos from Abraham that showcased his precision, wit and lithe athleticism – characteristics that were on display throughout the evening. All of Abraham’s dancers – Chalvar Montiero, Christopher Nolan,
Rachelle Rafailedes, Hsiao-Jou Tang and Elyse Morris – were excellent. Apart from just being beautiful dancers, they brought a sense of playful sensuality to the proceedings whether portraying lust, heartbreak or romance. Abraham references “urban” movement vocabularies but with a light touch, blending the abstract and the earthy to create dances that are hypnotic and emotionally resonant.

The evening’s guest artists were equally compelling – David Dorman’s duet to “That Kind of Person” by Sly and the Family Stone – danced by Jenna RIegel and Raja Feather Kelly – was as engaging and entertaining. I think Abraham has danced with Dorfman and so maybe the explains the aesthetic compatibility. Then Faye Driscoll and Jesse Zarritt showed an excerpt of their new work-in-progress. Alex Escalante offered up a surreally funny break-up using a loop pedal to create dialogue on top of a music track.

To end the evening Abraham returned to the stage for a short solo that reprised the themes he outlined in the beginning.

I have to say I really like the format of the show and was surprised by how much variety and dynamics the choreographers could find in this short form. Each dance was unique and compelling and the evening in total was connected and resonant. I guess its hard to go wrong with a universal theme like Valentine’s Day, but it would have been easy to be sappy or cynical or veer into the uncomfortably confessional. But the evening stayed on the rails, balancing poignancy and humor with great dancing and music. Good times, good times.

Saturday night took us to Bushwick Starr to see Half Straddle’s newest offering, In The Pony Palace/FOOTBALL. Now that I’ve seen two of their works and a cabaret evening of songs, I’m starting to get a better sense of what Tina Satter and friends are going for. FOOTBALL is a much stronger outing than NURSES OF NEW ENGLAND – it is tighter and more focused, more well-formed, relying less on situational humor and highlighting Satter’s poetic writing.

Basically the show is a kind of dream-y mishmash of fantasy of the social milieu surrounding a girl’s high school football team – complete with a butch lesbian assistant coach, an Owl mascot and two deceptively ditzy cheerleaders. The show follows the group through a season with its wins and losses, shifting allegiances within the team social order, crushes and more. Always entertaining and frequently funny, we are sucked into a weird little world of an imaginary high school that uses poeticized and abstracted teen vernacular to reveal the roiling turmoil of adolescent hormones and emotions. Its that time of your life where everything feels like a big deal yet we are required to pretend like nothing matters. Or something like that.

I enjoyed the piece as a whole but I still feel like Satter and friends are working their way towards something and they’re not quite there yet. The “let’s put on a show” aesthetic is fun but I would like to see a little more stylization and precision. There are moments – particularly in the monologues – where one gets a sense of where this work could go if the performance aesthetic more fully matched the piece’s poetic and intellectual aspirations. It can be considered a political or aesthetic choice to reject the discipline of form, but I think it would be really exciting to see a little more polish. I think of Steven Berkoff’s East and West, where his poetic abstractions of London street language were matched with a precise, focused, athletic physicality. The heightened sense of reality created by the language was well-served by attention to detail in performance.

I admire Half Straddle’s dedication to exploring the world through the female lens and its critique of gender roles and stereotypes. I enjoy Satter’s poetry, her sly, gentle sense of humor and the way the work challenges conventional narrative structure. There are some great performers in the ensemble who offer up clear characterizations, and deliver their lines with great timing that matches Satter’s understated wit. FOOTBALL cut away a lot of the extraneous silliness of NURSES and really felt like a great step in the right direction for this exciting young company. I would love to see them keep stretching and growing and am curious to see what they’ll do next.

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