30 Kasım 2012 Cuma

"SOMETHING'S AFOOT" GREAT WHODUNIT FUN

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Once you eliminate the butler, the maid, the caretaker, the valet, the chauffeur and the cook, in other words the staff, all you have left are the invited guests and one stranger who wanders in from the storm.  the fact is they only one you can actually promise isn't the murderer is the butler because he is the first one to meet a grisly end.  Or does he?

You'll need to stay on your toes and scrutinize the clues as Goodspeed Musicals presents a musical whodunit worthy of a Miss Marple or Agatha Christie in "Something's Afoot" with music, book and lyrics by James McDonald, David Vos and Robert Gerlach, with additional music and lyrics by Ed Linderman.  This intriguingly fun murder mystery musical has already been extended to Sunday, December 9.

In the late spring of 1935, Lord Rancour issues six invitations to come to his retreat for the weekend.  Each guest mistakenly assumes he is the only one to receive the coveted missive.  The ingenue Hope Langdon, a pert and pretty Julis Osbourne, is the first one to arrive, quickly followed by the family physician Dr. Grayborn, a chipper Peter Van Wagner.  Next to cross the threshold is the unhappy nephew Nigel, a sulking Benjamin Eakeley, who fears he has been disinherited by his uncle, the Lord of the manor, and Lady Grace, a gracious Lynne Winterstellar, who as the ex-wife doesn't expect any financial favors.

Rounding out the usual suspects are the military man Colonel Gilweather, a starchy Ed Dixon, who had a romantic arrangement with Lady Grace in another lifetime and the industrious, problem solving and take-charge Miss Tweed, a practical and to-the-point Audrie Neenan.

They are all greeted by the staff, the butler Clive, a no nonsense Ron Wisnicki, Lettie the flirty maid, an easily seduced and spooked Liz Pearce and the caretaker Flint, a knowledgeable industrious Khris Lewin, who knows where all the bodies are buried until he becomes one.

When Clive the butler meets his grim end and the body of Lord Rancour is discovered in his bed, dead, the shenanigans take a decidedly shady turn.  Miss Tweed, in the tradition of famous flinty female detectives before her, makes assumptions and leaps to conclusions, that include the last arrival to the castle, a youthful innocent who lost his way in the storm, Geoffrey, an eager to please Hunter Ryan Herdlicka.  Vince Pesce directs an choreographs this jolly journey where one by one the suspect list declines as the list of victims multiples.

For tickets ($27 and up), call Goodspeed Musicals, on the Connecticut River in East Haddam, at 860-873-8668 or online at www.goodspeed.org.  Performances are Wednesday and Thursday at 2 p.m. and 7:30 p.m., Friday at 8 p.m., Saturday at 3 p.m. and 8 p.m. and Sunday at 2 p.m. and 6:30 p.m.  On Friday, November 23 there is an extra show at 2 p.m.

It's murder, in any number of ingenious ways, worthy of an Alfred Hitchcock plot, and you'll love weighing the clues...or just sitting back and enjoying the deadly fun.

"DR. SEUSS' HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS! THE MUSICAL" IS HERE TO PLEASE

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A perfect early holiday gift for the whole family is being unwrapped at the Bushnell Center for the Performing Arts in Hartford daily until Sunday, November 25.  Now that Thanksgiving is a warm and fuzzy and delicious memory, it's time to get in the festive spirit and what better way than to take the kiddies to see "Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas! The Musical."

Who can resist that feathery green monster without a heart, especially when he has a spider-filled brain with a termite-ridden smile, the disposition of a nasty skunk, and a soul stuffed with unwashed socks?   Only a meanie could hate Christmas and do everything in his power to make sure it doesn't happen.  What are the people of Whoville to do in this dastardly situation?  The Grinch wants to steal their favorite holiday.

With book and lyrics by Timothy Mason, original score by Mel Marvin and choreography by John DeLuca, this family show has been a favorite since 1994 when the estate of Dr. Seuss gave permission to adapt his book.

The musical will star Stefan Karl, from Iceland, as the appropriately chilly frozen minded stinker who wants to drain all the joy from the tinsel-filled day. The Grinch uses all his powers to intimidate the people of Whoville, especially young and old Max, Cindy Lou Who, Mama Who and Grandma Who.

Is it possible to take a green meanie with a heart two sizes too small and transform him into a generous and happy creature?  With songs like "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch," "Who Likes Christmas?," "I Hate Christmas Eve," "It's the Thought That Counts," "One of a Kind," "This Time of Year" and "Welcome, Christmas," you are able to travel the spectrum from despair to joy that this eighty-four minute show without an intermission will engender.  It's a great first show for a child to see, stuffed as it is with a colorful array of costumed actors and a story that will touch your heart.

For tickets ($20-60), call the Bushnell, 166 Capitol Avenue, Hartford at 860-987-5900 or online at www.bushnell.org.  Performances are Friday and Saturday at 11 a.m., 2 p.m. and 7 p.m. and Sunday at 11 a.m., 2 p.m. and 5 p.m.

Come hear Max the Dog tell the warm-hearted tale of a cold-hearted schemer who learns lessons that change his mind about the value and importance of Christmas.

TRUMAN CAPOTE'S "A CHRISTMAS MEMORY" IS A HOLIDAY READING

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                                         THE THOMAS DARLING HOUSE

Take an historic and charming Colonial homestead, add a traditional sentimental tale of the holidays, top if off with tasty sweets and you have a triple-decker family treat. Thanks to the creativity of actress and director Joanna Keylock, you have the delightful opportunity to start the happy month of December off with sparkle and spirit.

On Saturday, December 1 at 2 p.m. and 7 p.m. and Sunday, December 2 at 5:30 p.m., you're invited to attend the staged reading of Truman Capote's "A Christmas Memory," at the Thomas Darling House, 1907 Litchfield Turnpike, Woodbridge. The house, built in 1772, which is on the National Register of Historic Places,  includes a beautifully restored building, barns, carriage shed, chicken coop, pig house and privy, and is an ideal location for this country tale. Written more than five decades ago, this short story, which is largely autobiographical, tells of a seven-year old boy named Buddy and his relationship with an elderly woman, Sook, his best friend and a distant cousin, and the joy they share giving gifts during the holiday season.

All year long they save their pennies, selling blackberries and flowers and doing odd chores, so they can bake thirty fruitcakes, laced with whiskey and stuffed with pecans, for everyone they know and like and even for some they don't personally know but still like, such as President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.  Since Buddy lives  in a home where he is unloved, he searches out affection from Cousin Sook and the two develop a special and close relationship that lasts until her death.  Their Christmases together mark the best time of the year.

For tickets ($15 adults, $10 children),  email jojokeylock@yahoo.com or call 203-298-0730.  The reading will be followed by holiday treats, hot chocolate and spiced cider. A portion of ticket sales will benefit the Woodbridge Historical Society and Sunday's performance will benefit the St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital.

Usher in the holidays with Truman Capote's memories of Christmases in the 1930's and the woman who brought him so much joy and love, especially when she announced "It's fruitcake weather."

Spring Awakening (Eugene O'Neill Theater, January 10th, 2007)

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I’ve never been a huge fan of musicals. After performing in two of them back in high school — Grease and Brigadoon — it was clear that the form itself is often narratively flimsy, and sometimes even narratively non-existent. Almost exactly five years ago now, however, I saw the best Broadway musical that I’ve ever seen in my life, Spring Awakening. More of a pop/rock opera (based on Frank Wedekind’s 1891 German stage-play of the same title), this musical took the genre to places I’d never seen it go before, with lyricist Steven Sater and composer Duncan Sheik at the helm, alongside an ensemble of exceptionally talented young people in the original cast.

Adding to my excitement was that just a couple of hours before the show, I had the chance to meet Sater and Sheik at the now-defunct Virgin Megastore in Times Square, where they signed copies of the album with the entire cast, who performed two songs from the show as well (“Touch Me” and “Totally Fucked”), much to the surprise and delight of shoppers and onlookers. To own an autographed copy of the original cast recording is even more special, of course, because several of the show’s stars — including Jonathan Groff (as Melchior), John Gallagher, Jr. (as Moritz), and Glee’s Lea Michele (as Wendla) — have since gone on to other high-profile roles on stage and screen.

By the time we’d had dinner at Thalia and arrived at our seats in the packed and bustling theater, I was anticipating the show more than I’d anticipated one in a very long time. (The experience was made a bit more surreal because sitting directly in front of me and my friend was none other than Jerry Seinfeld!) I’d read some reviews of the show, yet I still wasn’t quite sure what to expect from it, though I’d admired Duncan Sheik’s music for a whole decade already.

The musical itself actually began very quietly, barely even noticeably. Lea Michele walked onto the stage while the house lights were still up and stood on a chair (as I recall) to sing the show’s plaintive opening number, “Mama Who Bore Me.” Throughout much of the performance, members of the cast were seated in chairs at the sides of the stage, which was designed like an old-school classroom, with the backstage ropes and pulleys and bare brick walls exposed all the way at the rear of the space. Some audience members had been seated at the edges of the stage beforehand, too, discreetly shuffled in with the ensemble.

The set was dimly lit for most of the performance, appropriate to the age of the story, one that contains a significant share of heavy, shrouded topics. The original play was considered scandalous in its own time for addressing various taboo subjects — sexual desire, masturbation, abuse, suicide, abortion — all in relation to the lives of teenagers. Even in today’s more liberal world, teens are still often treated like non-sexual beings by the culture-at-large; as a result, those kinds of issues tend to get downplayed, silenced, or ignored by the adults in their lives. Sater describes the musical’s genesis in the liner notes of the CD, mentioning that he first gave a copy of the play to Sheik in the wake of the shootings that occurred at Columbine High School in 1999:

“Soon after, I called Duncan with an idea: what if the songs in our show functioned as interior monologues? Characters would not serenade one another in the middle of scenes — instead, the songs would voice only the thoughts and feelings of each character’s private landscape. (This seemed, after all, the point: when we keep the kids out of the conversation, we can’t hear what’s going on inside them.)”

That Sheik’s score sounds so contemporary, both in style and delivery, is the musical’s greatest strength. These repressed German students from so long ago are given an opportunity to express their frustrations and hopes wholly in modern terms; the gift of time itself, and the social changes that history gradually allows, are affectionately granted to them. And to balance out that vibrant expressionism, the narrative threads of the original play are presented, for the most part, impressionistically, lightly binding the songs together here and there for cumulative effect.

I remember that on the train ride back to Boston from New York, I listened to the songs of Spring Awakening for the entire four hours. They hadn’t lost any of their power in the privacy of my headphones, and the pop elements that Sheik had planted in them sounded even more vivid on the recording than they did in live performance. The upbeat harmonies of “My Junk” appealed to me instantly during the show. A quartet of girls sings it to the character Hanschen, played by Tom Deckman, as he admires (ahem) a postcard of a beautiful woman. So many of the musical’s themes travel through the song’s verses: “It’s like I’m your lover, or more like your ghost / I spend the day wonderin’ what you do, where you go… / We’ve all got our junk, and my junk is you.” Later, Sater and Sheik tease out the title metaphor further, flirting with the notion of pop music as dreamy spiritual nirvana: “I go up to my room, turn the stereo on / Shoot up some you in the You of some song.”

The boys of the ensemble get their spotlight early in the musical, too, through the rollicking schoolhouse rock of “All That’s Known” and “The Bitch of Living,” capitalizing on how conflicted they feel in their adolescent stretches of agony and ecstasy (amply captured by Bill T. Jones’s jubilant, acrobatic choreography). During the appearance at Virgin Megastore, Sheik remarked that “Touch Me” is his favorite song from the musical, and it isn’t hard to see why. With its alternating pulses of longing that are quietly restrained and then suddenly overflowing, the song soulfully approximates the desire for physical intimacy felt by younger people, who are commonly, though understandably, kept at a distance from one another until they’ve reached a certain age. In this way, the bodies of the songs themselves replicate the bodies of the young characters and performers throughout the musical, permitting them access to realms of release and satisfaction that they might not find otherwise.

I can clearly recall and visualize how stunning the staging was for the numbers in the middle of the show, “The Mirror-Blue Night” and “I Believe,” strategically placed at the end of Act One, just before the intermission. The star-like, descending round lights of “The Mirror-Blue Night” perfectly matched the tone and spectral imagery of the song, whereas the simple device of a wooden plank suspended from ropes made an ideal, subtle platform for the prayer-like “I Believe.” Melchior and Wendla consummate their relationship upon the plank, while the other actors sit cross-legged on the stage surrounding them, gently swaying the platform from side to side. (The boys who like guys share a similar moment with “The Word of Your Body” when it’s reprised in the show’s latter half.)

Although the second act opens with Moritz’s song “Don’t Do Sadness,” the musical does proceed in that direction. His character’s increasingly frenetic disposition — which snagged Gallagher one of the show’s eight Tony Awards — spirals downward to a terrible breaking point, and most of the remaining songs refer back to that heart-stopping moment. Sheik’s poignant, guitar-centered score (with orchestrations by Simon Hale) is most affecting in that mode; I never thought any musical would move me to tears, but that happened three times. It’s rare for a piece of musical theater to construct itself around darkness and “the sorrow at the heart of everything” and actually pull it off, at least with an audience that’s willing to be taken there.

“Left Behind” and “Those You’ve Known” are for me the musical’s most powerful songs. Melchior mourns the loss of his friend Moritz with a piercing clarity that only the young are capable of, carried by Jonathan Groff’s pure-as-water vocals: “The talks you never had, the Saturdays you never spent / All the grown-up places you never went… / All things he ever lived are left behind / All the fears that ever flickered through his mind / All the sadness that he’d come to own.” The memories of those who’ve been lost culminate in a scene that's set in a moonlit graveyard, where the ghosts of Moritz and Wendla join Melchior to sing “Those You’ve Known” (borrowing the melody of “All That’s Known” from earlier in the show). At their emotional apex, the song’s poetic lyrics remind me of the countless brilliant people who died during the AIDS epidemic, as well as those who've survived them:


“Now they’ll walk on my arm through the distant night,

And I won’t let them stray from my heart.

Through the wind, through the dark, through the winter light,

I will read all their dreams to the stars.

I’ll walk now with them, I’ll call on their names.

I’ll see their thoughts are known.

Not gone — not gone.”


The show's contemplative yet rousing finale, “The Song of Purple Summer,” reunites the ensemble at the front of the stage, in a line-up that’s reminiscent of “Seasons of Love,” the heartfelt hit from Rent, that other popular mainstay of the contemporary American musical-theater idiom, which Spring Awakening resembles on several levels. But Spring Awakening also holds the distinction of being thoroughly authentic and unique.

Eileen Myles, Inferno: A Poet's Novel (O/R Books, 2010) and Snowflake / different streets (Wave Books, 2012)

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Especiallyif you’re a poet, Eileen Myles’ Inferno:A Poet’s Novel is an addicting read, almost like a drug, or at least it wasfor me.  I kept reading and readingto see whose name would be mentioned next.  Eileen has forged her path and made her own name on the NewYork art scene from the mid-1970s up to the present day, so the roster of peoplewho appear in the pages of this literary tell-all is deep and vast.  At a cursory glance and just forstarters (let’s try this out alphabetically rather than chronologically): John Ashbery, Amiri Baraka, TedBerrigan, Jim Carroll, Gregory Corso, Hart Crane, Tim Dlugos, Allen Ginsberg, June Jordan,Bill Knott, Michael Lally, Joan Larkin, Robert Lowell, Carson McCullers, AliceNotley, Frank O’Hara, Ron Padgett, Marge Piercy, Rene Ricard, Adrienne Rich,Aram Saroyan, James Schuyler, Patti Smith, Anne Waldman.
Backin November of 2001, I invited Eileen to give a talk in conjunction with acourse on queer identity that I teach at Emerson College in Boston.  I recall that she brilliantly describedhow exactly the New York art scene operates:  it's a grid of intersecting friendships that overlays the griddedmap of the city’s intersecting streets and avenues.  The above list of writers whom Myles encountered in her everyday life makes it clear just how precise her metaphor is.  And most of the poets on this list areones whom Eileen met when they were in the early stages of their careers.  As she wisely remarks, “There’s nomystery why poetry is so elaborately practiced by the young.  The material of the poems is energyitself, not even language.  Wordscome later.”
Myles’ Inferno is “a poet’s novel” inseveral senses:  it’s written forpoets, largely about poets, and most importantly, it explores the life andartistic evolution of the author herself, focusing mainly on her developmentas a poet.  It’s Eileen’s infernobecause (in addition to spending some time beside an erupting Hawaiian volcano) she’s our Virgil throughout the book, which is just like Eileen’s generosity — asher readers, we get to be Dante, even though she’s the one who’s writing.  Also just like Eileen:  her poet's autobiography is a long and twistedroad through the descending circles of hell that ends in a subtitled sectioncalled “Heaven.”
Commentingon the narrative mode of the book late in the novel, Myles says, “It’s easy towrite an autobiography if the absence in the story is me.  I remember applying to art school in1967, staying up late, and I saw my reflection in the black glass of thenight.  When a window becomes amirror.  Who do I think I amsitting here now, deeper in that life.” There’s a wonderfully prescient echo of that passage very early in thebook, too, when Eileen remembers her late nights of studying at her desk as astudent at UMass Boston: “Sometimes in utter hopelessness I put my cheek on the table like it wassomeone.  I wanted to wake my brainup and be loved.”

Thefirst section of the novel interweaves several narrative strands:  Eileen’s youth and education in Boston,her early years as a poet after her move to New York, and a more specificstory about a night that she and another woman spent as hired escorts for apair of visiting Italian businessmen. (Just read the book yourself to see how that one turns out.)  The self-consciously postmodern move ofthe book’s second section:  toincorporate the actual manuscript of a grant proposal that will fund thewriting of the novel itself, complete with lots of underlined, presumablytypewritten words instead of italicized ones.  It feels like a smart move, as opposed to feeling like aploy.  After all, Eileen’s Inferno is about how a writer makes herway in the world, and part of that is about money, grant applications beingperhaps the best source of it.
Infact, Eileen’s many commentaries on class and survival provide the book withits most distinctive and valuable insights, highlighting the link betweenstarving artists and their unofficial patrons.  Like few other writers can, Eileen manages to pack an entirelifetime of experience into a single paragraph, along with some really sageadvice:
“Often,the person in the loft and the little apartment or room know each other.  This is the traditional definition ofcool.  Because rich people needpoor friends (but not too poor!) to maintain their connection to the strugglethat spawned them even if they never struggled.  Poor people tend to know what’s going on plus they are oftengood-looking, at least when they are young and even later they are coolinteresting people the rich person once slept with, so the poor person alwaysfeathers the nests of the rich.  Ifsomething bad happens to the poor person, the rich person would help.  Everyone knows that.  An artist’s responsibility for a verylong time is to get collected, socially.”
Forinstance, Myles was fortunate to live for two years, on and off, at thecountry estate of a wealthy New York couple, somewhere way out in the woods ofPennsylvania.  She describes hertime there, and the solitary, dedicated work of writing her poems, as a kind ofspiritual journey, one that liberated her from all of the trappings of societyand its litany of invasive constructs: “I took my shirt off and I simply became no one, no name, no sex, justmoving alive across the land with a dog. Art brought me this.”  She evenbegins to say a quiet little prayer each morning, appropriately, before shestarts to write.  And who else butEileen could get totally, convincingly philosophical about watching her dogRosie take a shit?
I’vealways loved how Eileen Myles’ thoughts and language swim on the page, dartingaround here and there, impulsive and spontaneous, but also patient andfluid.  That kind of movement is gorgeouslyexamined in the title poem of her 1997 book Schoolof Fish.  At one point in Inferno, she even devotes a wholechapter to wondering what the fish inside an aquarium might be thinking and sayingto each other behind the glass.

Eileen’slatest collection of poetry, released just this year, is actually two collections, a tête-bêche bookcalled Snowflake / different streets.  During a reading at Boston’s BrooklineBooksmith earlier this month, Myles commented that the idea was for the twobooks to be shoved together “like they’re fucking.”  She also mentioned that the poems are the product of livingin two dramatically different locations; half of the poems (Snowflake) were written during her fiveyears of teaching at UC San Diego, while the other half (different streets) were written after her return to living in NewYork.  When I asked her after thereading how the places affected her poems, she responded that the effect wasquite literal, in the same way that singers from different countries in ancienttimes cultivated different styles of singing because their voices rolled andechoed differently as they yodeled and shouted across the shapes of theirrespective landscapes.
Thepoems in Snowflake actually seem tobe influenced a little more by light than by shape.  In the poem titled “Day,” Eileen re-shades her surroundingsas a child’s watercolor:
“Sheperceiveslightasa paint bynumberleapingintoadark twoapuddletothe humpofher breathing”
Thesepoems are populated equally by clusters of separately shining cars in LosAngeles and raccoons spotted on the tails of airplanes.  Myles even conducts a cute conversationwith her cat in the poem “Eileen” (“Why can / you have a / giant plate / of pasta/ and I can / no longer have / my crunchy / treats  Why / am I served / up a cold / fish plate. / you’re not /so thin / Eileen”).  Snowflake is about both attention itselfand attention to change, particularly, as in the opening poem, “Transitions”:
“what’snot technologywhat’snot seeinganarm to sayIhold theline   I holdthedayIwatch the snowflakemelting”

Asequence of poems transcribed from digital recordings in Snowflake is balanced out by a sequence of poems written with astolen, oversized pencil in differentstreets.  In “#6 in and out,”Eileen’s a “cute 50 something top” who submits a playful personal ad that alsoriffs on the aging process for queers: “Anyone / can be beautiful / at 19 or 30.  This / is life. Take a deep / breath.”  Thehilarious poem “the nervous entertainment” finds her living in the home ofcelebrated artist Catherine Opie, while other pieces trace the history andstreets of Provincetown at the tip of Cape Cod; “all the places are connected /thus the endless / beauty.”  A poemabout the name of Eileen’s girlfriend contains a mighty vortex of an aestheticnotion:
“towriteisa formofaccounting&approximatepromiseinthe sunnymouthoftime.”

EileenMyles is still crafting one of the most indelible bodies of literature in our owntime.  Through gently navigatedwaves of tension, restraint, and release, the vital part of Eileen’s writing isalways — even more than its rambunctious voice — its heart.  Not a paper cut-out heart, but the real heart, bloody andraw and throbbing.  And it knowswhat its job is:  to keep the bodyof the poem alive.

29 Kasım 2012 Perşembe

Tift Merrit debut's new album "Traveling Alone" at City Winery- photographic portrait

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How  it's New York:  Tift Merritt is originally from North Carolina but recently moved to New York.How It's Irish: Tift Merritt is a poet songwriter in the tradition of Damien Rice, Lisa Hannigan, Mark Olson, Nick Drake, Sandy Denny, etc, etc...
Photographer Ray Foley was on hand to catch Tift Merritt at City Winery a few weeks ago. Here is a photo essay he did of the night!
Tift Merrit debuted her new album Traveling Alone at City Winery.  Tift now lives in New York not far from City Winery.  She told the audience that night that she would come by City Winery in the mornings and write the songs for her new album. 
From Tift Merrit's website:  For Traveling Alone, Tift Merritt’s Yep Roc Records label debut, Merritt put together her dream cast to make a record that was real, raw and live off the floor. Recorded in Brooklyn in 8 days, this album was produced by Tucker Martine

Tift Merritt will be at the Capitol Theatre in Port Chester, NY this Saturday night November 10th.  
"Traveling Alone" is the real deal.  Beautiful poetry set against music that never hits a false note.


















Concert Review: Anticipating Julie Feeney's new CD "Clocks" at Highline Ballroom

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How it's New York:  Highline Ballroom is in NYC, and Julie Feeney has played in NYC before, where we love her! Listen to Julie on this podcast, and read reviews that have been put up about her here and here.

How it's Irish:  Julie Feeney hails from Galway, Ireland. While her songs are original, she can sing mouthmusic and trad as well, memorably singing a little mouthmusic at "Pen, Paper and Palate" last year.  
Blogger Kathy Callahan saw Julie at Highline a few weeks ago and found Julie mesmerizing! Kathy, like me, lives in New Jersey where it's been a disaster area (literally). Thanks to Kathy for getting this to us in time for the CD release in Ireland!


Julie Feeney is a musical tour deforce with a heart of gold and abundant energy to share. She mesmerized an entire audience across generations at Highline Ballroom NYC October 24 -as she sashayed her way around the stage and deep into the room and hearts of fans while whispering inspirational nuggets in their ears and for all of us to hear.

The Galway songstress premiered songs from her soon to be released cd collection, Clocks, November 16, 2012 at  in Ireland (sadly, not here).  
"I'm a composer-singer; that's the best way to label it," says the conservatory trained Feeney.

@Thomas Rodgers
The audience was immediately enchanted by songs from Clocks. Her songs play on words, as she mesmarizes listeners in a maleable mezzo-soprano with a distinctive chamber-pop edge. 


Thank you for the dreams but wait a little if you please

I just need a little ease to crack a puzzle in my heart,

she wailed in a new song, "Happy Ever After."

Her most popular song, "Impossibly Beautiful" from 2009 elicited a rousing and reverential hush that permeated the room,


"Will you ever wish you knew what a spell you cast? 
Or maybe it's a beauty you'll always have
@Thomas Rodgers
 you're impossibly beautiful, is that cause i'm looking or is it just who you are."  

while a new song, "If I lose You Tonight," calls to mind a traditional Irish Ballad.

Julie Feeney gives us introspective musings on life with precisioned rhythems and a decidedly Ancient Irish beat. 


Theatre: Jim Norton's Success makes Drood Mysteriously Good

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How It's New York:
How It's Irish:

A version of this article first appeared in Irish Examiner USA, Nov. 13.

"You know the Irish, they're always singing and dancing." -- Jim Norton. 

The Mystery of Edwin Drood is a sugarplum of a show, with Norton as the Music Hall actor-manager like a secular Santa, providing treats..

There's a moment in The Mystery of Edwin Drood, which opened November 13 at the Roundabout Theatre's Studio 54, where the Chairman, played by Jim Norton, stands in a box and pours snow down on the stage.

He looks bored.
He looks crabby. It's hilarious.
It's genius.

It was Norton's idea.

Norton, a Dubliner, is best known in New York for knocking great Irish roles out of the park, particularly the Tony-Award winning role of the blind Edward Harkin in Conor McPherson's The Seafarer in 2008 (I reviewed that for Celtic Cafe then) and the title role of Finian McLonergan in Finian's Rainbow in 2009- 2010.
We interviewed him for this newspaper then, and he told us then, among other things, that his grandmother told him that acting is what "the fairies leave in the cradle."

In Rupert Holmes' brilliant adaptation of Charles Dickens' unfinished 1870 novel, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Norton plays an English actor-manager who runs a rag-tag Music Hall company.
The conceit of the show is that all of the cast are playing both characters in the story, and the music hall actors who play them.

Because Dickens died while writing the story of a young man who vanishes wearing his evil Uncle Jasper's cloak, which is found covered with blood, we can't be sure whom Dickens intended for the guilty party, or even if young Edwin is dead. The audience vote in the middle of Act Two for the character they think is the likeliest person wearing the bad fake wig as "Detective Datchery," and for the killer.
Is it evil Uncle Jasper, played by Will Chase? Is it hotheaded Neville Landless, played by Andy Karl? Edwin's former fiancée Rosa Bud, played by Betsy Wolfe (yep, Rosebud. Dickens was not subtle about names)? Was it Princess Puffer, the proprietess of an opium den, played with wry charm by Chita Rivera?

Before we get to that point though, it turns out that one of the actors in the cast is drunk.
The Chairman, as he is known, is called on to play the role of the mayor of Cloisterham, too.
"I'm a man of many parts," Norton said by telephone last week, after a preview of the show. "Most of them missing," he added with a laugh. 

 The opportunity to play an English role in the very English format of Music Hall which, said Norton, lives on in the Pantomime which is very popular in Ireland today (and which New Yorkers will have a chance to see in December, thanks to Dick Whittington: A Panto for NYC, at Dixon Place on December 21, 22, 28 and 29), was part of the appeal of doing the role.

The actors want your vote. (@Joan marcus
That, and being in another Broadway musical. It's only Norton's second-Finian was his first. From the way Norton hoofs it up and belts it out you'd never know.
"You know the Irish, they're always singing and dancing," Norton said.
He said that it was only when he heard that Warren Carlyle, the director/choreographer of Finian, would be the choreographer that he felt confident he could do it. But, "when I'm playing a character who can sing, I can sing. I can move in a way I wouldn't in real life."

Norton even sells the hoary old jokes the Chairman gives us, such as "Her parents were in iron and steel. The mother irons, the father steals." And they all work.
"He's aware of the fact that the jokes are not great, but he still offers them up," Norton says.

Entering the Roundabout's Studio Theatre on 54th Street feels like entering a real Victorian theatre: the ushers are in costume, with bowler hats. There are Christmas wreaths hanging. Red velvet is everywhere.
The cast come out and teach the audience to drone "the mystery of Edwin Drooooooooooood" whenever the words come up, and coax the audience to "vote" for them.

Music Hall flourished in the Victorian age, but, like so many things in theatre, it didn't just vanish.
English playwright John Osborne celebrated it in his 1957 play The Entertainer, with Laurence Olivier playing the role of Archie Rice, a middle-aged performer hanging on to what was then an art form on its last gasps. Norton's comic timing and little tweaks, like the way he kicks a leg in and out in a funny patter song with "Both Sides of the Coin," feel authentic - because they are.
"Growing up in Dublin, there was a huge amount of Music Hall," Norton said. "What they called Variety. At the Queen's Theatre, there was a movie and a stage show."

Norton also worked with some of the actors from that era as a child actor himself, he said.
In Ireland, "It was a working man's entertainment, and usually took place in a pub. Performers had one act, they were either a comedian or a juggler or a dancer. The Chairman or MC would introduce them. A lot of drink was taken, and it was very bawdy, very fun."
The form came to America as vaudeville, and goes back even further, as the Italian 17th Century traveling format Commedia dell'arte, said Norton. "It's always the first performance. Every night is the premiere. If things go wrong, I think audiences like to see that."


Mayor Sapsea, Norton said, was based on a performer he had read about named Dan Leno (1860 - 1904). "He was a little tiny man who wore huge shoes."
When Norton quick-changes into the mayor and back, often in front of our eyes, often as fast as putting a hat on his head and taking it off again, he visibly grows shorter. His eyes grow rounder. And bluer.
Norton has also listened to recordings of actors of that era, and picked up tips from the ones he met. "Milo O'Shea is like a past master of mime and comedy," Norton said.
When Norton did a show with O'Shea as a young man, he picked up tips every night.
An older actor he knew called Ian Priestly Mitchell, who was in his 80s when Norton was 12, taught him to "always have a pair of well-polished shoes," Norton said doing a cultured and affected voice.
Norton's own voice is deep, rich and sonorous, so when he goes into the mayor's squeaky, timid voice that alone gets a laugh.

Along with the grumpy snowflake tossing, the Chairman makes the sound of a tomb door squeaking in a graveyard by rubbing a balloon onstage. "The Victorian theatre invented those, the thunder sheet and the wind machine," Norton said. And Victorian actors had to be hams, he pointed out, because they played in limelight, without microphones to houses of thousands. They had to gesture broadly, which is why it's called "show business": show me, Norton explained.

Casting someone as vital and funny as Norton is a must for this character, originally played by George Rose in 1986, because the Chairman is on in every scene, either introducing what happens, instructing the audience what's going on, or watching from the wings. "I never get to my dressing room," said Norton. Fortunately that's fine for him: he loves to watch the cast, whom he calls "amazing," sing and dance - and so do the crew.
"When we're onstage dancing and singing, we look into the wings and see the stagehands singing and sometimes dancing too. That joie de vivre extends backstage."

But what about that vote. Is it really a vote? Surely, it's rigged, just a little? Yes, we can see them counting our hands in sections, but with all those combinations of possibilities, how can they really be unsure of what they're going to play? Well, Norton says, they are. "We never know until the last minute. The person playing the murderer does not know until they're told." 

At the performance I saw, Chita Rivera's Princess Pluffer is matched up romantically with the Young Deputy, who looks about 12 played by Nicholas Barasch, at the end. That combination was new, Norton asserts.
There's always a line of people at the theatre afterwards, says Norton, and some people return several times to see the different combinations.

But what does Norton think would have happened? Yes, he's read the Dickens, though Holmes, who wrote, orchestrated and composed the show, warns the director in notes to keep actors away from it because it provides no answers.
"My feeling is that Edwin Drood hadn't been killed. Dickens was very caring. He would have tried to find a happy ending." It's a littled Midsomer Murders-y, I point out, and Norton laughs and says he's done one of those - as have most of the actors he knows.

He has not, yet, done Law & Order, the usual show for every New York actor, and since only SVU is left, he'd likely have to play a sex criminal.
"There was a time when I was the go-to person to play a psychopath," Norton says. Asked if he's happy that phase is over, he replies, "It may not be."

The Chairman is not a psychopath. But he is a little mad. Filled with the glorious madness of putting on a show against the odds, and a charm that carries well over the edge of the proscenium.
Such delightful madness ought to be tied up with a red ribbon and a bow.
And at Roundabout, it is.

Music: Stream Susan McKeown's new CD "Belong" Today

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How It's New York: Irish songstress Susan McKeown lives on the lower East Side. She curates the SongLives series at Irish Arts Center, too. (Hear her discuss that on this podcast).
How It's Irish: Susan is originally from Ireland, and her Irish way with melody infuses this lovely album. Brendan O'Shea sings on it.

We'll have a full review of Susan's lovely new CD, Belong, soon. Meanwhile though here's just a newsflash to let you know it's streaming free today on AOL Music, through Monday:


http://music.aol.com/new-releases-full-cds#/19
A while back Susan told us a little bit about the CD as she was making it. It reflects her time in America, she said. Originally, she was going to call the CD Stars and Stripes, which is the name of one of the songs on it.

The CD is available now on Susan's site, and on iTunes. Recently Susan did a show at The Living Room: a Nor'Easter kept me from attending (we had 6 inches of snow in New Jersey!) but she did put up a video of a performance of a song from the CD, "Everything We Had was Good." She is singing with James Maddock, who also performs on the CD.
Susan McKeown with James Maddock performing "Everything We Had Was Good," from her new album Belong at The Living Room.

With Brendan O'Shea, Erik Della Penna, Justin Carroll, Jason Sypher and Mason Ingram.

Annual Concert to aid the Mercy Centre and Rockaway Sandy victims

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Donie takes his ministry seriously

How it's New York:      The concert, held at Irish Repertory Theatre,  benefitted Hurricane Sandy charity GRAYBEARDSHow it's Irish: Mostof the gray beards on stage first sprouted in Cork


The Catandfiddle session leader Tony Horswill reports on the concert to benefit The Mercy Centre, held at Irish Rep this past Monday. Tony played in it too, so had a real stage-eye view of the night!
Donie Carroll is a man who knowshow to organize a fun party and this one at the Irish Repertory Theatre last Monday was no exception. When Donie issues the call, New York Irish musicians don't hesitate to answer and pitch in, particularly when it benefits the Mercy Centre every year and  GrayBeards this year.  

The genial impresario (pictured above with Jorjette Anderson) put on a cross-section of the best of Irish musicians andsongsters that you can find in the city, bolstered by a hefty contingent ofCork men and women, in the cozy Irish Repertory Theatre. 

There really were too many to mention so I just give you below he running order which was pinned to thefridge in what was simultaneously both the most crowded and entertainingbasement I have ever hung out in.


The times listed below of course were approximate in the extreme (so much so that I had to miss the end to get the last PATH train home), but the musicianship was “dead on”. I give you a semi-photographic sense of the first half below, starting with Máirtín de Cógaín describing the "one that got away".
"It was this big"

"maybe a bit bigger" 
1. Introduction, DonieCarroll; Cathy Maguire, compere.
2. Mick Moloney, Ivan Goff, Martin O Connell,Liz Hanley, Megan Downes (20 minutes)
3. Máirtín de Cógaín with backupmusicians (10 minutes)
4. Dan Larkin (5 minutes)
5. Sean Henshaw and Gabriel Donohue (10 minutes)
6. Lillie’s Group (25 minutes)
(Consul General Noel Kilkenny Speaks)
7. Paul Carroll
8. Victor Cuneen and Gabriel Donohue (10minutes)
9. Cathy Maguire (5 minutes)
10. Martin Daly and Johnny Jackpot (10 minutes)

11. Marie Reilly, Tom Dunne, Caitlin Warbelow,Gabriel Donohue (15 minutes)


"no, this big"
"It was a MONSTER"
Liz Hanley, Mick Moloney, Ivan Goff and Martin  O'Connell deliver a gorgeous polished setwhile Mairtin continues to think about his fish
In addition to the professional musicians  Donie gave us a sample from the revolving smorgasbord of the local session scene at Murphy's Bar, and a recreation of a raucous session at Lillie's made perfect with a poignant moment when "Waltz Me Around Again, Willie" was played as a tribute to Linda Mason Hood.

If like me you can't wait another year for this much entertainment please contact Donie at ducksyc@earthlink.net to get a copy of the "In Partnership with the Poor" CD which accompanied last year's equally momentous concert.













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Enjoy Christmas with The 4 Kings of Kelt!

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How It's New York:  L.E. McCullough is a noted musician and author and a playwright whose work has been staged locally throughout the NY-NJ area.

How It's Irish: Celebrating Irish Yuletide traditions with music and drama is a refreshing new twist to an ancient tradition.

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ACELTIC CHRISTMAS featuring The 4 Kings of Kelt
29 Yuletide Favorites from Ireland and Scotland


*  PLAYS OF THE SONGS OFCHRISTMAS
12 Plays about the Origins ofClassic Holiday Songs


*  STORIES OF THE SONGSOF CHRISTMAS
12 Stories about theOrigins of Classic Holiday Songs

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Announcing the re-issue of the original A Celtic Christmas album…

In 1997, four traditionalmusicians blended their talents to produce a uniquerecording of Christmas standards and Irish-Scots folk favorites.Featured are Scots bagpipe virtuosoGeorge Balderose, ragtime guitar legend Ernie Hawkins, Irishtinwhistle master L.E. McCullough and jazz keyboard ace T.H.Gillespie. The result — A Celtic Christmasa warm, gentlegarland of Yuletide and Irish & Scots tunes guaranteed to drive the winterchill from your door!Checkit out here. Non-habit-forming stress relief tomake you feel good, relaxed and hopeful about the New Year.
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A CELTIC CHRISTMAS:  ~
  featuring “The 4 Kings of Kelt” ~
George Balderose — Smallpipes & Great Highland Pipes

Ernie Hawkins — Guitar

T.H. Gillespie — Keyboard

L.E. McCullough
 — Tinwhistle, Harmonica, Bones & Bodhran
1.            Il Est Né / God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen / Good King Wenceslaus2.            Angels We Have Heard on High / We Three Kings / O Come All Ye Faithful3.            Christ Child’s Lullaby / Da Cold Nights of Winter4.            Deck the Halls / We Wish You a Merry Christmas5.            O Little Town of Bethlehem / I Saw Three Ships / Une Flambeau, Jeanette, Isabella / Here We Come A-Wassailing6.            Silent Night7.            The Wexford Carol / Christmas Eve8.            Amazing Grace9.            Greensleeves / Hark the Herald Angels Jingle Bells10.       First Noel / Joy to the World11.        St. Stephen’s Carol / Drops of Brandy12.        Come, O Come Emmanuel / It Came Upon A Midnight Clear / Away in a Manger13.        Auld Lang Syne
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Plays of the Songs of Christmas areoriginal dramatizations by playwright L.E. McCullough of 12 of theworld’s best-loved Christmas songs, celebrating the legends and lore that havemade December 25 the most festive day on Earth.Here We Come A-Wassailing •  Silent Night  •  The Twelve Days of Christmas •
  O,  Christmas Tree  •  Diamonds in the Snow  •  Jingle Bells  •  Good King Wenceslas  •
  O Thou Joyful Day  •  Let Us Go, O Shepherds  •  Bring a Torch Jeannette, Isabella  •
  We Three Kings of Orient Are  •  Go Tell It on the MountainAND THE COMPANION BOOKStories of the Songs of Christmasis perfect for family reading sessions andprovide Christmas all year round.Checkthem out here.~~~  ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~  ~~~   ~~~  ~~~   ~~~