Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Eliot Ness Campaign Sign


1938 campaign sign on building at 36th Street and Cedar Avenue, Cleveland
Frank J. (Frank John) Aleksandrowicz, Photographer
Summer, 1973

Recently came across this photograph, which I entirely love. The title is inaccurate, Eliot Ness did not run for Mayor of Cleveland until 1947.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Styles: First Read-Through


Remember that photo shoot?

The rehearsal process for The Mysterious Affair at Styles, like all of our outreach tours, will last between two and three weeks. However, to get a head-start Director Lisa invited us to have a first read-through yesterday morning. Our acting company, which includes Anne, Emily and Michael were present, James had a conflict prior to scheduling this event. Tim stepped in to read in his place.

I am also THRILLED that we have Diana with us again this year to act as Rehearsal Stage Manager. She worked with us for Decameron last year, keeping strict account of entrances, exits, costumes, props, and, well, everything really.

Reading the entire script took 62 minutes. We would shave off several minutes if Diana weren't reading every single stage direction ... but we will add minutes to realize all of that acting business. Lisa has asked for an additional 10 minutes of cuts. Not sure if that is possible, but at least I have a couple weeks to work over the piece before rehearsals begin in earnest.

Poirot's conclusion appears to be the most obvious place to shave seconds, if not minutes. Reading it aloud, I felt I was repeating several revelations, each one perhaps in the context of a different revelation, but there has to be a way to tighten the resolution. Big "Ah-HAH!" moments are all well and good, but there should only be two or three of them.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Rock Hall, Revisited


Happy 65th Birthday, Sir.
Photo: Janet Macoska, Cleveland (1976)

Took the boy to see the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum today. Always been a big supporter of the Rock Hall, glad it's here where rock and roll, well, you know. Has always been really popular. Moondog Coronation Ball, Alan Freed. Brooklyn High. You know.

My wife and I checked out the hall shortly after it opened in September 1995. As the years have progressed, aspects of the hall remained firmly in the mid-90s. The 500 Most Influential Songs exhibit featured only a half-dozen tunes from that decade, and none since. The opening film, Mystery Train is an excellent short film, which shares, without narration, the different forms of early 20th century, American roots music which came together to inspire rock and roll by mid-century. But it was followed by another film (which felt much longer) called Welcome to Rock and Roll which attempted to describe the lasting legacy of rock, but was really an irritating collection of white, male artists (many now dead) lecturing us about why rock music is so important.

The upper floors change all the time, and is where most temporary exhibits are displayed, but the vast, main floor stayed in this time warp. No longer. Along with his new drum set, we gifted the boy tickets to the Hall (the boy is six, in reality he gets in free, we gave him the idea of going to the Rock Hall) and I was delighted to discover upon exiting Mystery Train that the second film had been eliminated! The other theater wasn't even there.

The Early Influences exhibit used to be a gallery of photos and a lot of reading about the pioneers of popular music. It now features touch screens to choose music by these artists, and for a time I thought I was never going to get the boy away from them. He wanted to hear everything from Woody Guthrie, and was seriously bopping to Willie Dixon's I Ain't Superstitious. I did my best to explain when he asked what Waist Deep in the Big Muddy is about, but the reasons for our involvement in Vietnam (and our enchantment with The Smothers Brothers) was a little complicated when there were so many pleasing diversions to be attended to right then.

A small boy is not so interested in artifacts; costumes and hand-written lyrics. When DMC's glasses were pointed out to him, he stated flatly, "I know, I saw them in a video." That's good enough, breathing the same air as Run's Adidas (His! Ah! Didas!) does not impress. The boy was much more enamored of the interactive exhibits, the escalators, and anything that had to do with technology that he could grasp and appreciated.

For example, guitars do not interest him. John Lennon's mellotron would be interesting, only you can't tell by looking at it how it works (it is actually quite fascinating) he was more into bass drum heads with the band's name painted onto them, and the exhibit featuring the advancement of sound reproduction from the wax cylinder to the iPod. He could also listen to Funkytown a thousand times straight, but didn't we all?

Concluding our tour in the Hall of Fame, watching short films of all of the artist, the boy observed, "They all smoke."

Yes, son. They do. That's rock and roll. And if you so much as touch a cigarette, I will kill you.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

"I'm Bob Feller!"


The following play script is by David Hansen © 2012.

BOB FELLER
Time: July 1936

Enter a young CITIZEN wearing a ball cap and carrying a mitt.

VOICE OF THE LIVING NEWSPAPER
Hey little feller, where are you headed?

CITIZEN 9
League Park to see the Indians beat the tar out of St. Louis!

VOICE OF THE LIVING NEWSPAPER
Looks like you’re a real fan.

CITIZEN points to his ballcap.

CITIZEN 9
For real, sister. You see this “C” on my cap? That “C” stands for Cleveland and it’s a logo I can be proud of!

VOICE OF THE LIVING NEWSPAPER
(raising a hand)
And HOW! Seventeen year-old rookie right-hander Bob Feller pitches his first professional start, and whiffs 15 against the St. Louis Browns!

BOB FELLER
I knew I could win if my stuff was working.

CITIZEN 9
Gee, Bob, were you nervous about breaking Dizzy Dean’s strike-out record?

BOB FELLER
It wouldn’t have made any difference because I gave all I had. Now, excuse me, I have to get back to work.

VOICE OF THE LIVING NEWSPAPER
Back to work?

BOB FELLER
Yeah, between practices the rookies have to sell peanuts.

VOICE OF THE LIVING NEWSPAPER
You’re a great feller!

BOB FELLER
I’m Bob Feller!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Governor Jim Rhodes


James Allen "Jim" Rhodes
(September 13, 1909 – March 4, 2001)

In 1976, the Governor of Ohio was Jim Rhodes. His entire term encompassed a twenty-year span, from 1963 to 1983. Ohio already had term-limits on the books, and so in 1970 Rhodes ran for Senate instead but was defeated in the primary, and the Democratic John Gilligan (who, seriously, I have never heard of) was elected governor of Ohio for one term the early 70s following Kent State. By 1975 Ohioans had remembered how much they just really like Republicans as governor, and Rhodes won a legal argument that term-limits only applied to little people consecutive terms.

Until today, I believed that James Ford Rhodes High School was named for this governor, but that's a different guy. Drew Carey graduated from Rhodes High, and I have in recent years conducted workshops with students there in preparation for the English-Speaking Union National Shakespeare Competition. Again, none of this has to do with Governor Rhodes. I just really like Rhodes High.

Ohio State Route 32 is named after the Governor Rhodes, the James A. Rhodes Appalachian Highway. This highway is awful.

Monday, January 2, 2012

"Providence has smiled upon us."


The following play script is by David Hansen © 2012.

THE BLACK LEGION
Time: 1936

A dark scene, with no introduction from the VOICE. Lights slowly fade on a man tied to a post. There is a sack over his face. He is weeping copiously. His wrists are bound, wrenched up behind him, behind the post. He is stripped to the waist, revealing several distinctive tattoos. A butterfly on his shoulder, crossed flags and "W.C.G." under his right forearm, an arrow pierced heart on outer right upper arm, left forearm there is a dove and the names "Helen and Paul."

Two figures enter from both sides of the scene, walking towards each other, then turning to walk towards the audience, then turning to walk towards each other again. They are both dressed in black robes, with black hoods topped with pirate hats, complete with skull and crossbones. They are members of the Black Legion.

They are downstage, in front of the TATTOOED MAN/WILLIAM GUSTER, facing each other. The way they have entered suggests a ritual. One man reveals a gun, and places the barrel against the other man’s chest.


LEGIONNAIRE 1
Do you swear to maintain and uphold the holy secrets of the Black Legion?

LEGIONNAIRE 2
I do.

LEGIONNAIRE 1
Do you swear to uphold the laws of God as set down in the Holy Bible?

LEGIONNAIRE 2
I do.

LEGIONNAIRE 1 Do you swear to defend and protect the Constitution of the United State of America?

LEGIONNAIRE 2
I do.

LEGIONNAIRE 1
Do you swear to protect the sanctity and decency of American Womanhood?

LEGIONNAIRE 2
I do.

LEGIONNAIRE 1
Draw your weapon.

A stylized movement, one draws, they step back raising their guns at each other’s heads, then step in and embrace in a fierce “man hug.”

LEGIONNAIRE 1
Every Legionnaire called into Dark Service must prove their dedication through an act of purification. In order to purify your soul, you must purge from this world a soul most foul.

TATTOOED MAN
Please!!!

LEGIONNAIRE 1 suddenly presses his pistol against the TATTOOED MAN’s head.

LEGIONNAIRE 1
You will be silent!

TATTOOED MAN withholds a pathetic whimper.

LEGIONNAIRE 1 (CON’T.) (to LEGIONNAIRE 2)
You can begin.

LEGIONNAIRE 2 (addressing the TATTOOED MAN)
William C. Guster, the charges against you are severe. You have been accused of beating your wife, sleeping with colored whores, profaning before your children, and most egregious of all offensives, of conspiring to impose the Communist form of gum’mint on the people of Hamilton County.

TATTOOED MAN
This is insane! I never hurt my wife, I never cheated on my wife --

LEGIONNAIRE 1
If you continue to deny the charges set forth by this sacred council we will have no recourse but to enact the ultimate penalty.

LEGIONNAIRE 2 walks around the rear of the TATTOOED MAN.

TATTOOED MAN
I know who you are! I know your voice!

LEGIONNAIRE 1 clubs the TATTOOED MAN over the head with the butt end of his pistol.

LEGIONNAIRE 2 pulls out a garrotte and wraps it around the TATTOOED MAN’s neck, pinning him to the pole, strangling him, and cutting the cord into his neck in a gout of blood.

The TATTOOED MAN struggles briefly, but between the blood loss and inability to breathe it is short work.


The LEGIONNAIRES drop to their knees and pray.

LEGIONNAIRE 2
Oh Holy God, sweet Jesus, bless this sacrificial offering, which we render unto you. Keep the Fatherland pure. Bathe us in your holy light. Make us anew this and every day.

LEGIONNAIRE 1
Amen.

They rise and look upon their work.

LEGIONNAIRE 2
Good Lord. Almost took his head clean off.

LEGIONNAIRE 1
Welcome to the fold, brother.

LEGIONNAIRE 2
What do we do with him?

Enter THIRD LEGIONNAIRE with a large sack.

LEGIONNAIRE 1
Now begins the final stage of your initiation.

LEGIONNAIRE 3
Strip your robes, and dress in these vile garments. Strike the head from this corpse, wrap it in his pants and jump the next train to Cleveland. Dump them in the middle of the city in the gully by the tracks.

LEGIONNAIRE 2
Why there?

LEGIONNAIRE 3
Providence has smiled upon us. Someone has been disposing of corpses in the hobo jungles of the Cuyahoga. Our contribution will only lend to the mystery.

LEGIONNAIRE 1
Hiding in plain sight, no one will know him.

LEGIONNAIRE 2 puts his pistol to his own chin.

LEGIONNAIRE 2
Strength in obedience.

LEGIONNAIRES 1 & 3
Strength in obedience.

They begin to untie the dead body, as lights fade.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Criticism Is Dead. Long Live Criticism!

William F. McDermott
Plan Dealer Theater Critic 1921-1958

37 years, bitches.

In August, the Plain Dealer began a national search for a new "full-time theater critic" which has become something of a joke among the writers there. They have flown a few potential candidates into town for interviews, and the paper even sent representatives to PlayhouseSquare to meet with members of that organization -- the nation's second-largest performing arts facility -- and its newest tenant, Cleveland Play House (two major advertisers) to reassure them that there would be soon be someone on staff whose main responsibility would be to cover the theater beat in Cleveland.

Not that the theater scene was the main responsibility of Tony Brown. He, like everyone else in their shrinking bullpen of writers, was recently called upon to cover ... well, everything. Anything, really. Brown was also writing travel pieces and covering the trial of a serial killer at the time he was let go. The Plain Dealer isn't in the business of creating paid positions any more, buying out contracts from writers left and right, and shrinking benefits for everyone who remains. Besides, since June they have gotten along just fine handing out assignments to fashion editor Andrea Simakis, columnist and reporter Joanna Connors, can't-live-with-him-can't-fire-him columnist Donald Rosenberg, and freelancer Christine Howey.

In July Bob Abelman, critic for the News-Herald assured me that:
The theatre critics who write for smaller, more localized newspapers have and will continue to cover Cleveland theatre. The papers and their websites and blogs may not have the reach of the PD, but they are well positioned to offer the same coverage--and more--and take more creative risks. Cleveland theatre is being covered.
The paper Mr. Abelman writes for, the News-Herald, originates out of Port Clinton, and has a circulation of 2,910. However, spare-time critics like him and Roy Berko reach three times that number posting their work on blogs and through reposts on Fred's List.

It is, in fact, the online posting of reviews (and everything else) that has brought us to this pass. If the past fifteen years have proved anything, it is that no one ever bought newspapers to read the columnists. Well, they did, decades ago. But the idea that people would spend money to get any one specific person's opinion on anything has been a lesson hard-lost. Newspapers were purchased for the want ads and when these became freely available on Craig's List, subscriptions to papers like the Plain Dealer cratered.

Do we need a well-paid, professional, educated, savvy, full-time theater critic in Cleveland? The audiences should demand one (or at least one) because they write better, they establish long-term relationships with artists and companies, they can afford (time-wise) to see everything, to have the long-view, to judge growth (and its opposite) and to present a point of view and a consistent personality that the reader can judge themselves. And as Mr. Brown often reminded us, he was writing for his readers, after all, and not for the artists.

Do the theater companies need a full-time critic? Hmn. Tricky. Like a lot of artists, I am concerned that lack of attention to the arts by the media will kill interest in the theater. But media does still pay attention to theater -- a lot of attention. However, it is the new media, the personal media, the websites, blogs, and social networks through which theater companies connect with their audience, in a personal and sometimes exciting way.

Great Lakes Theater recently reported a 11% increase in ticket sales for the 2011-12 season. Eleven percent! Without a full-time theater critic at the Plain Dealer.

Here's the big question ... Why do you see plays? Why do choose this play or that play to see? Did you read a critical review? See an advertisement? Get something in the mail? Or was it because a friend recommended it, someone sent you a YouTube video, you saw a friend of a friend's comment on Facebook?

Does it matter, after all, who it is that recommends a show, so long as somebody does?

UPDATE: For the past several years, the most-awesome, daily, local NPR arts program "Around Noon" has started the New Year with a week-long series looking back at past year in the arts. Each day, for the entire program, critics and journalists are invited to comment on the year in books, dance, music, moves and theater. In Tony Brown's absence, "Around Noon" chose not produce a Best of Theater 2011 program.