Saturday, December 23, 2017

Still Wonderfully 'Wicked': Always Enchanting, the Musical Now Feels All the More Resonant...and Bewitching -- Chicago Theater Review

Theater Review

Wicked
Oriental Theatre, Chicago
Thru January 21, 2018
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Wicked has been such a phenomenon, it almost feels passé.

The imaginative prequel to The Wizard of Oz, based on the novel by Gregory Maguire, with music & lyrics by Stephen Schwartz and book by Winnie Holzman, has been running on Broadway since October 2003.

That's nearly 6,000 performances, and week-in, week-out, Wicked seems to attract over 14,000 ticket buyers in New York, the most of any show on Broadway. (It's in a larger theater than Hamilton, The Lion King or anything else.)

In Chicago, following an initial 2005 tour stop, the show "sat down" at the Oriental Theatre for a full 3-1/2 years, until January 2009.

But in returning to the Oriental, in 2013 and now for a 6-week run, Wicked has remained tremendously "Popular," to cite one of the show's most, um, best-known songs. When I saw it last Tuesday night, if the cavernous, resplendent theater wasn't sold out, it was darn close.

Having seen Wicked seven previous times--including on Broadway with Idina Menzel, Kristin Chenoweth, Joel Grey, Norbert Leo Butz and other original cast members--it could seem possible for yet another reprise to feel not that special.

But not only did this full-Equity touring rendition of Wicked reiterate that the show ranks high among my favorite musicals of the 21st century and of all-time--though it, correctly, lost the 2004 Best New Musical Tony Award to Avenue Q--its principal themes feel more resonant than ever.

Several humorous references to The Wizard of Oz--a work born in Chicago, first as a book and then a stage piece--will always make for much of the Wicked fun, but as I joked as the show ended, one could probably write a thesis about all the powerful and poignant messages and lessons to be found within.

The ostracization and insecurities felt by the green-skinned Elphaba--destined to become the Wicked Witch of the West and well-played & wonderfully-sung here by Mary Kate Morrissey--have always spoken to anyone who has ever felt quite imperfect or like an outcast, but overamplified recent vitriol against Muslims, Mexicans, African-Americans, refugees, LGBTQ individuals and others adds to the show's debunking of hatred toward those largely just cosmetically different from us.

That the bright, sunny and popular future Good Witch Glinda (a fine Ginna Claire Mason) also faces not only self-doubt and romantic despair, but outright derision from powerful men (and women) feels quite contemporary at a time when many are falling from grace due to chauvinistic and/or predatory misdeeds and even, perhaps, insultingly incendiary tweets.

That despite their differences and initial loathing--as per "What Is This Feeling?" early in Act I--Glinda and Elphaba become friends also made me think about how we don't really know anybody, or what he/she might be going through, until we take the time to find out.

So along with some really terrific songs by Stephen Schwartz--including "Dancing Through Life" sung by the princely Fiyero (Jon Robert Hall), "I'm Not That Girl," cleverly voiced by both lead women at separate junctures, the powerful "Defying Gravity," the reflective "For Good"--there is much to be appreciated in Holzman's script about self-empowerment, self-esteem, the championing of one's individuality, woman power, the danger of demigods and much else.

And even this far down the yellow brick road, this tour feels as good as ever--at least since the Broadway original.

In addition to Morrissey, Mason and Hall being strong as Elphaba, Glinda and Fiyero, the cast features a true Broadway luminary in Judy Kaye (as Madame Morrible), recognizable TV vet Tom McGowan as The Wizard and two-time Tony nominee Robin de Jesus as Boq.

Catherine Charlebois (Nessarose) and Harry Bouvy (Doctor Dillamond) round out the principal cast members, though the whole ensemble is quite strong.

While Wicked remains tremendously popular on Broadway, its currency and cachet have seemingly been usurped by The Book of Mormon, Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen and whatever is the newest, hottest musical.

And on my train ride home Tuesday night, the couple sitting across from me had Hamilton Playbills.

In Chicago, too, in 2017, it's a far buzzier show than Wicked.

But one of the true tests of great art is staying power, including the depth to become even more potently relevant across changing times.

So I make no apologies for still being completely captivated by Wicked, which long past having the most sizzling pizazz, remains a bewitching--and ever contemporary--musical, very much "For Good."

The Best of 2017: The Best Plays I Saw

In 2017, I saw 29 plays.

This doesn't include musicals, operas, ballets, one-man shows, sketch comedy, improv, etc.

These dramas and comedies--many a mix of both--were presented by fourteen different local troupes in a wide variety of venues.

Several of the works were quite good, and all that I cite on the list below received at least @@@@ (out of 5) on my ratings scale.

On only one--the #1 pick, a great rendition of a classic--did I bestow @@@@@, but the next six merited @@@@1/2, and trying to distinguish among them months later certainly may be imprecise.

But as best I could recall, with help from my own reviews and database, these were:
   
The Best Plays I Saw in 2017
All were in the Chicago area. New/recent works are denoted with an *.

1. The Importance of Being Earnest - Writers Theatre
written by Oscar Wilde; directed by Michael Halberstam
(my review)

2. The Minutes* - Steppenwolf Theatre
written by Tracy Letts; directed by Anna Shapiro
(my review)

3. A View From the Bridge - Goodman Theatre 
written by Arthur Miller; directed by Ivo van Hove
(my review)

4. Yasmina's Necklace* - Goodman Theatre
written by Rohina Malik; directed by Ann Filmer
(my review)

5. The Legend of Georgia McBride* - Northlight Theatre
written by Matthew Lopez; directed by Lauren Shouse
(my review)

6. Faceless* - Northlight Theatre
written by Selina Fillinger; directed by BJ Jones
(my review)

7. Relativity* - Northlight Theatre 
written by Mark St. Germain; directed by BJ Jones
(my review)

8. Eleemosynary - Aston Rep Theatre
written by Lee Blessing; directed by Jeremiah Barr & Derek Bertelsen
(my review)

9. United Flight 232 - House Theatre
written & directed by Vanessa Stalling
(my review)

10. Time Stands Still - Aston Rep Theatre 
written by Donald Marguiles; directed by Georgette Verdin
(my review)

11. Pass Over* - Steppenwolf Theatre
written by Antoinette Nwandu; directed by Danya Taymor
(my review)

Honorable Mention


Prelude to a Kiss - The Comrades
written by Craig Lucas; directed by Derek Bertelsen
(my review)
 

Quixote: On the Conquest of Self* - Writers Theatre
written by by Mónica Hoth and Claudio Valdés Kuri;
English translation by Georgina Escobar; directed by Claudio Valdés Kuri

(my review)

The Nutcracker (non-ballet) - House Theatre
written by Jake Minton, Phillip Klapperich, Kevin O'Donnell, Tommy Rapley; directed by Chris Matthews
(my review)

Friday, December 22, 2017

The Best of 2017: The Best New Albums I Heard

If there were any albums released in 2017 bound to be considered classics--at least in a rock vein, with apologies to Kendrick Lamar and Run the Jewels, acclaimed and respected but not to my tastes--I am either unaware or unappreciative.

Certainly, the paucity of my CD purchases has much to do with my preponderant listening via Spotify--for which I have a premium subscription--but I still can be compelled to buy a physical album.

Yet I did so only for the new U2 (Songs of Experience) and Taylor Swift (Reputation) albums, neither of which I cared for nearly as much as hoped.

 Sure, it was nice that some old favorites--Robert Plant, Ray Davies, Blondie, Billy Corgan, Paul Weller--put out some decent material, but it didn't really come close to their best work.

The same can also be said for more contemporary favorites like Arcade Fire and Maximo Park.

And while there certainly were albums I listened to during the year, particularly to prep for concerts I attended--and there were several stellar ones of those, per a list coming soon--for the most part the list below is culled from what I liked best in a barrage of listening over just the past few weeks.

My #1 album was released in January but I only first heard it in December. It's by an artist I've never much cared about before. Yet I found it to be the most exciting and consistent album of the year.

So make of this list what you will.

It's likely I may not much remember, or champion, these albums in years to come. And perhaps I'll discover some works I missed or undervalued that would significantly change the ranked order.

But in a year that once again saw the passing of far too many rock greats--Chuck Berry, Tom Petty, Chris Cornell, Gregg Allman, Chester Bennington, Walter Becker, Grant Hart, Gord Downie, Malcolm Young, Tommy Keene, Fats Domino, Pat DiNizio--these were:

My Favorite New Rock Albums of 2017

1. Cloud Nothings - Life Without Sound (Spotify link)

2. The National - Sleep Well Beast (Spotify link)

3. Robert Plant - Carry Fire (Spotify link)

4. Arcade Fire - Everything Now (Spotify link)

5. Maximo Park - Risk to Exist (Spotify link)

6. Ray Davies - Americana (Spotify link)

7. Lorde - Melodrama (Spotify link)

8. Blondie - Pollinator (Spotify link)

9. Mavis Staples - If All I Was Was Black (Spotify link)

10. Gorillaz - Humanz (Spotify link) 

11. Billy Corgan - Ogilala (Spotify link)

Honorable Mention

Paul Weller - A Kind Revolution (Spotify link)
War on Drugs - A Deeper Understanding (Spotify link)
The New Pornographers - Whiteout Conditions (Spotify link)
LCD Soundsystem - American Band (Spotify link)
Liam Gallagher - As You Were (Spotify link)
Father John Misty - Pure Comedy (Spotify Link)

Special Mention

As in 2016, the new "albums" I listened to and liked the most this year aren't represented on the above list. I am a huge Bruce Springsteen fan, and while the Boss didn't release any new music in 2017, via live.brucespringsteen.net he put out official recordings of all of his February concerts in Australia with the E Street Band, as well as several archival live sets.

These are the ones I bought--as downloads, though CDs are also available--and I love them all:

Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band
● Brisbane 2/14/17
● St. Louis 8/23/08
● Helsinki 7/31/12
● Albany 2/7/77
● Rochester 2/8/77
● New York 7/1/00
● Stockholm 7/3/88

If you only want one, I'd recommend St. Louis 8/23/08.

Pearl Jam has also long released official bootlegs of their concerts--which can be found here--and though long-delayed, their two Wrigley Field shows in Chicago (August 20 & 22, 2016) are now available and quite good.

Metallica likewise releases all their shows, and though their setlists in 2017 were pretty static, I enjoy having a recording of the Chicago / Soldier Field concert I attended on June 18. (LiveMetallica.com)

Thursday, December 21, 2017

The Best of 2017: My Favorite Songs of the Year -- A Spotify Playlist

In actuality, the Seth Saith blog dates back to 2004, with my first real post coming on September 20 of that year.

But though I did write a number of posts over the next few years, I really think of December 2009 as the demarcation for when I stated blogging in earnest.

That's when I began a monthlong series of posts chronicling "My Favorite _____ of the '00s," with categories including albums, concerts, musicals, plays and movies.

Each December since then I've published a "Best of (Year)" series covering these areas and others (generally 5-10 posts).

I begin the "Best of 2017" barrage with "My Favorite Songs of 2017." But not only will I not cite these songs in ranked order--unlike most of the "Best of" posts--I'll provide them as a playable Spotify playlist.

You can play the songs through the interface below, but can also find/bookmark the playlist online through the URL: 2016, 2015, 2014

GroovyTunes.xyz

And should you happen to care, past yearly playlists of favorite songs can be found by clicking each year:

Again, the songs are not ranked in any order, but sequenced for what I hope is a pleasant listen.

Enjoy.

My Favorite Songs of 2017





Wednesday, December 20, 2017

The Candy Man Can: 'Sammy: A Tribute to Sammy Davis Jr.' a Highly Enjoyable Glimpse into the Consummate Entertainer -- Chicago Theater Review

Theater Review

Sammy: A Tribute to Sammy Davis Jr.
written & directed by Daryl D. Brooks
Black Ensemble Theater, Chicago
Thru January 21
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Widely regarded as one of the greatest entertainers of all-time, Sammy Davis Jr. was a singer, dancer, actor and comedian.

Active in showbiz from the time he was a toddler until his death in 1990 at age 64, Sammy was a vaudeville star, a TV star, a Broadway star, a movie star, a Las Vegas star.

Nearly killed in a 1954 car accident that took his left eye, the African-American Davis was a Civil Rights activist, convert to Judaism, registered Democrat and supporter of Republican President Richard Nixon.

Famously part of the Rat Pack, he was pals with Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, and known as quite a ladies man, who was married three times. His first, brief marriage to Loray White came after Davis was threatened by Columbia Pictures head Harry Cohn for dating white star, Kim Novak.

He then married the white, Swedish actress May Britt, at a time when miscegenation was still illegal in 31 states.

With all this, and much more, it’s easy to imagine that a new musical show paying tribute to Sammy Davis Jr. would have a hard time figuring out exactly where to focus.

But for the most part, Black Ensemble Theater's Sammy--written and directed by Daryl D. Brooks--uses its subject's many splendored biography to its advantage.

Largely it does so by--in a well-paced 2-hour affair--not trying to tell too much about Davis, but getting at his myriad talents by having songs of his (and a few by his famous friends) sung by many in the excellent 12-person cast.

Michael Adkins is ostensibly the "primary Sammy" as with fine singing and tap dancing, he leads the opening number, "That Old Black Magic."

But while spoken words and accompanying images provide an outline of Davis' life, largely in chronological order, the point here is to depict how talented Sammy was, and diversely so.

Hence, Rhonda Preston ("Begin the Beguine"), Emily Hawkins ("Hey There"), Kenny Davis ("I'm Gonna Live Till I Die"), Dwight Neal ("I Gotta Be Me"), Trequon Tate ("Won't You Play Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song") all take lead turns in singing Sammy's songs, the last representing his foray into country music.

Also, Nathan Cooper wonderfully channels Frank Sinatra on "Fly Me to the Moon," Mark Yacullo is Dean Martin on "Ain't That A Kick in the Head" and Rueben D. Echoles represents Louis Armstrong on "When You're Smiling."

And with the cast also including Brian Boller, Linnea Norwood and Kylah Williams, most of the aforementioned songs come in just the first act.

Simply for the talent on display--in the present tense and in homage--it would conceivably be hard for anyone not to enjoy Sammy.

No, narratively speaking it isn't great theater, but it doesn't even aim to be.

Per the subtitle, A Tribute to Sammy Davis Jr., this is a warmhearted tribute show, one in which the performers openly reference each other by their real names.

While I was surprised that virtually no time was devoted to discussing how & why Sammy Davis Jr. became Jewish, the show does broach on the racism Sammy faced as a soldier in World War II, his friendships with Sinatra and Martin, his romance with Novak, marriage & divorce from Britt, the 1954 accident and Davis' insistence on staying at the Frontier Hotel in Las Vegas at a time when blacks weren't allowed to do so, even though the singer was the resort's headline entertainer.

Given that no one is really trying to impersonate Davis--though the unrelated Kenny Davis comes closest to matching Sammy's unique voice--I think it might be helpful, especially for younger fans not keenly aware of the man himself, for there to be a video clip or two of the real thing, singing, dancing, joking, etc.

And largely because--in anticipation of seeing Sammy--I watched part of this interview with his mother, Elvera Davis, in which she speaks of Sinatra ability to wound her son with words, I might have liked to have seen that relationship given a bit more depth.

But as noted above, I think writer/director Brooks makes the right choices in making this a show that, more than it enlightens, thoroughly entertains.

I don't claim to be an expert on Sammy Davis Jr., though I'd seen and liked a previous play about him.

And I imagine a good biography or documentary or old clips might clue me into more of his complexities, struggles, triumphs, etc., than Sammy does.

Yet I know he was a consummate entertainer, and in that regard this fine show--the first I've seen at the beautiful Black Ensemble Theater complex--does him proud, while providing a good sense as to what "Mr. Wonderful" was all about. 

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

MegaBytes of the Big Apple: Photos -- and a Recap -- from My Most Recent New York City Excursion

My taking a weekend trip to New York City isn't in itself very noteworthy.

I've been to the Big Apple often--18 times since 1993--and have seen dozens of Broadway shows, visited numerous museums & attractions, eaten at many restaurants and strolled through several neighborhoods, though mostly in Manhattan.

This three-day jaunt was fundamentally similar, yet special nonetheless.

The impetus for this trip was being able to get a face value ticket for Springsteen on Broadway, as The Boss has long been my favorite musical performer.

Even this wasn't all that new as I've seen Bruce Springsteen (& the E Street Band) nine previous times in New York or nearby New Jersey, providing the primary motivation for five prior trips to Manhattan.

But this time, he--without the band--was playing on Broadway. Though different from his typical concerts, it was fantastic, as you can read in my review here.

I think this was the latest in any given year that I'd visited New York, and though it was a tad cold and I'm Jewish, I enjoyed the wintry and Christmas aspects.

My arrival date was December 8, one of the saddest days in music and NYC history, as it was that date in 1980 when John Lennon was murdered.

But that anniversary made for some rather moving moments in a memorable trip.

Here's a rundown of what I did in New York on this trip, before getting to a large gallery of photos:

Friday, December 8, 2017
- Awoke at 4:15am and flew from Chicago's O'Hare airport into New York's LaGuardia
- For the first time, took the Q70-SBS bus from LaGuardia to the Jackson Heights/Roosevelt Ave. subway station in Queens, then the E train to my hotel
- Stayed at the Pod 51 hotel, on 51st St. near 2nd Ave. in Manhattan. The room was quite small and I had a bathroom down the hall, but for considerably less than rates elsewhere, it sufficed.
- Ate lunch on Friday at Cosme, a Mexican restaurant on 21st St. that is ranked at the 40th best in the world. It was opened by chef Enrique Olvera, noted for Pujol in Mexico City. (Ranked #20; I ate there in January 2015.) From Cosme's rather reasonable lunch menu, I had Cobia tacos with a pineapple puree, and their husk meringue dessert. It was all quite good. (Duck carnitas are supposedly the specialty, but I'm allergic to poultry.
- Walked along 23rd. St., past the Flatiron Building, with views of the Empire State and others.
- Went to the Chelsea Hotel, which is still closed for renovations, but took pictures in the El Quijote restaurant where Andy Warhol once held court, and grabbed a donut at the Doughnut Plant, my favorite such purveyor anywhere. Both are in or near the Chelsea Hotel building.
- Strolled to the Agora Gallery (on 25th W of 10th), where I was supposed to meet a contact who wasn't there. But on the way there I enjoyed noting the nifty little Saint Eleftherios Greek Orthodox Church. I did wind up touring the gallery, and also the nearby Pace Gallery.
- Walked along the High Line elevated trail. Enjoyed noting the Zaha Hadid Building, a condominium complex designed by the architect, who died in 2016.
- Not sure how I'd get from 30th & 10th to 72nd & Central Park West, I jumped on a passing bus -- M11 -- which got me to 72nd & Amsterdam, an easy walk to...
- The Dakota, where John Lennon lived, and was shot (in the vestibule).
- At the Imagine mural nearby in Central Park, observed and partook in a group singalong honoring John Lennon.
- Walked to 62nd & Columbus, where there's a Lincoln Center TKTS booth that allows for buying next-day tickets. 
- Took a cab to my hotel, where I had been too early to check in on arrival. Laid down for 30 minutes.
- Subway to Port Authority (tragically bombed just 3 days later), then walked to the Majestic Theatre.
- Saw The Phantom of the Opera. Have seen it several times, but this was the first in NYC, where in January its continuous run hits 30 years. It was great, but reiterated that it is decidedly not as good a show as Les Miserables. I'm not writing a formal review, but would bestow @@@@1/2.
- Subway back to the hotel.
- Got a brisket sandwich at the Morning Star Cafe on 2nd Ave.
- Went to sleep. 

Saturday, December 9
- Was going to grab a bagel at Ess-a-Bagel (3rd & 51st) near my hotel but the line was crazy.
- Walked west on 51st, stopped into St. Patrick's Cathedral, then saw the Atlas Statue and the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree.
- Got in line (per the ticket I'd bought the day before at TKTS) for the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular at Radio City Music Hall.
- Got inside, having never before been in Radio City. Heading to the rest room, noted a great mural by Stuart Davis.
- Enjoyed the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular from the 4th row (despite a check TKTS ticket) and was allowed to take pictures throughout
- It was snowing pretty heavily, so I took a cab to the Frick Collection. Toured its great art, including two Vermeers.
- Walked through snowy Central Park, past the Bethesda Fountain, to Imagine and the Dakota again.
- Via subway and strolling, reached Barbetta, an Italian restaurant dating to 1906. From their Pre-Theater menu, got Roasted Peppers, Braised Beef and Creme Brulee.
- Walked through Times Square
- Saw Springsteen on Broadway at the Walter Kerr Theatre
- I had wanted to see Jimmy Heath's Big Band at the Blue Note, but Bruce went too late. Decided to skip other late night options, such as Marie's Crisis, and just went back to Pod 51 and to sleep.


Sunday, December 10
- Again daunted by the long line at Ess-a-Bagel, was able to skip it by buying one dry "bulk" everything bagel. It was awesome.
- Took the subway down to Wall St. and went into Trinity Church, found Alexander Hamilton's tomb in the graveyard and saw the NYSE and Federal Hall.
- Walked through Zuccotti Park, stopped at the 9/11 Memorial pools
- Went into the new Oculus transportation hub & shopping center designed by Santiago Calatrava
- Subway up to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for an all-too-brief 2-hour visit
- Saw The Band's Visit musical on Broadway. My review here.
- Subway to the hotel to grab my bag, then to 74/Roosevelt and Q70 to LGA





Thursday, December 14, 2017

Despite Some Fine Moments, The National Fails to Stoke Nationalistic Fervor, at Least in Me — Chicago Concert Review

Concert Review

The National 
w/ opening act This is the Kit
Civic Opera House, Chicago
December 13, 2017
(also played 12/12)
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The National didn’t convince me.

I’m not saying Wednesday’s show at the Civic Opera House wasn’t any good, nor am I being wholly dismissive of a band that has put out several stellar albums.

Although I don’t fervently return to them often, I genuinely like quite a few National songs. 2017’s “The Day I Die,” off Sleep Well Beast, is high among my favorite tunes of this year.

But as someone who lives for the spiritual high a great rock concert can provide more than anything else in my life, I had wondered if The National—who I’d previously only seen as an opening act, twice—was one of those bands I should really care about.

At least live.

There admittedly haven’t been many of these of recent vintage—meaning arising in the 21st century—and for the few that have exhilarated me (Arcade Fire, The Killers, Coldplay, LCD Soundsystem, in descending order), others I’d hoped might be fantastic live (The Black Keys, Fleet Foxes, Dawes, Ben Harper & the Innocent Criminals, Muse) didn’t quite cross that threshold.

And neither did The National.

Certainly, to be fair, the atmospheric soundscape of the five member band (plus a couple touring musicians) originally hailing from Cincinnati isn’t one I favor as much as straightforward guitar-driven rock.

They’ve built a sizable, loyal fan base doing what they do, and if you absolutely love The National and thought Wednesday’s show was phenomenal—they also sold out the opera house on Tuesday—you clearly shouldn’t care what I think.

But perhaps akin to Wilco, I imagined The National might be a terrific live band combining exciting musicality—if a tad ethereal at times—with thrillingly galvanizing cascades of thunder.

Wednesday night—I don’t acutely recall their opening sets for R.E.M. (2008) and Arcade Fire (2010)—this sonic variance was apparent, but the the low boil-to-catching fire ratio wasn’t enough to convince me The National are the type of kinetic live act I cherish.

Eight of the night's 22 songs—per Setlist.fm—came from Sleep Well Beast, but this wasn't an inherent problem as the album's low-key "Nobody Else Will Be There" nicely opened the show, followed by the rousing "The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness."

From the beginning, a vibrant light show accompanied the music, and the Civic Opera House acoustics treated the band well, including singer Matt Berninger.

I prefer it when bands change up setlists, so must accept that I missed out on a few songs played only on Tuesday, but have to imagine a couple of these—"Don't Swallow the Cap," "Bloodbuzz Ohio"—would have added added to my affinity for Wednesday's show, especially if coming within the first hour as they had the night before.

Berninger did only a bit of the band's talking from the stage, so I believe it was one of the guitar-playing Dessner brothers—Aaron & Bryce—who noted that this was The National's last show of 2017 and they were enjoying "playing some old stuff."

I won't pretend to know every, or even any, National album inside & out, but I've listened to several upon release, and Spotifamiliarized myself quite a bit in recent weeks, based on songs that seemed to frequent setlists. 

This actually had me very much looking forward to the show, and though there were a handful of songs played that I didn't recognize, I don't believe this in itself greatly hindered my enjoyment. 

Though my mom was relatively shocked when I told her I was going to a rock concert at the opera house, I've seen a couple pop shows there—David Byrne, The Smashing Pumpkins—but far much more so, opera. 

And as I explain in almost any opera review you can find on SethSaith.com, I appreciate and admire opera, but don't love, embrace or feel it, like I do a great rock concert or Broadway musical. 

Watching the National felt somewhat akin. Up in the top balcony, I never stood up, nor did anyone else. There was occasional rhythmic clapping and some singing along, but what I primarily felt was detached appreciation, with only occasional ebullience and nothing approaching wholehearted rapture. 

Toward the end, things picked up a bit, with the new "Turtleneck," "Day I Die" and 2005's "Mr. November" being relative blazers, nicely mixed with the more emotive "Apartment Story," "Fake Empire" and Terrible Love."

So I'm not suggesting I need a concert to be balls-to-the-wall rocking to be satisfying. Some of the National's best songs Wednesday were plaintive ones powered by the pianist (whose name I don't know). 

But far too much of the night was spent respecting the music rather than getting caught up in it. 

If you're a much bigger fan of the band, I hope you feel far differently about Wednesday's performance. 

But I'll end where I began, with simple honesty about my take, while nonetheless quite glad I took in the show.

The National didn't convince me.

Harmonic Convergence: On Broadway, 'The Band’s Visit' is Enjoyable, but Never Quite Thrilling — New York Theater Review

Theater Review

The Band’s Visit
a new musical
Ethel Barrymore Theater, New York
Open Run
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Weeks before I visited New York this past weekend, and well before the show opened on Broadway, garnered strong reviews and became a commercial hit, I had bought myself a ticket to The Band’s Visit.

Admittedly, other than Springsteen on Broadway—my ability to buy a face value ticket for which was decidedly the impetus for this trip—there wasn’t much else on Broadway I felt imperative to attend.

Certainly, I would have liked to see current smash, Dear Evan Hansen, but tickets were long sold out and expensive on the aftermarket. And as with Waitress, another fairly recent show I’ve never seen, it’s already slated to be part of an upcoming Broadway in Chicago subscription series, though exact dates haven’t been announced.

I'd have been happy to catch Bette Midler in Hello, Dolly! but didn't care enough to pay a premium, and had seen most of the other hit shows previously on Broadway, in Chicago or elsewhere (such as Come From Away, which I saw last fall in Washington, DC).

Although I’d seen it multiple times in Chicago, for Friday night in NYC I decided to get a reasonably-priced balcony seat for The Phantom of the Opera, which will celebrate its 30th straight year on Broadway in just a few weeks.

And I also secured a Sunday balcony seat for The Band’s Visit, my interest multi-fold.

The new musical—something that in itself intrigues—is based on a 2007 Israeli movie that I had seen and enjoyed. The basic premise is that an Egyptian Police band arrives in Israel to play as invited guests at a cultural center, but wind up in the wrong town, dependent on the kindness of local villagers.

David Yazbek wrote the music and lyrics, and I’d liked his work on The Full Monty and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels musicals.

Tony Shalhoub, whose work I’ve enjoyed since the Wings sitcom—though I never watched Monk—is the male lead.

And Chicagoan David Cromer, whose work as an actor and director I’d long seen around the Windy City, directs.

The 90-minute, intimate musical worked well, logistically, as a 3pm matinee, my last bit of NYC fun before heading to the airport.

And from stellar reviews I’d read, I understood that in virtually every way, The Band’s Visit is a far cry from The Phantom of the Opera and many other big Broadway musicals, with far less bombast, relatively simple set designs, no overt production numbers, high powered songs, fancy costumes, chorus lines, etc.

Thanks to Shalhoub, who plays the band’s leader, Tewfiq, the wonderful Katrina Lenk as Dina, a local restaurateur, fine work from those portraying band members and local residents, and a delicate but rich score by Yazbek, it is a likable, even lovely, musical.

But I didn’t find it a thrilling one, even in appreciating its subtlety, which served to abet themes of peaceful, cordial interaction among Jews and Arabs without ever needing to pump up the pathos.

I can certainly understand why The Band's Visit has earned plenty of accolades—including multiple awards for its brief Off-Broadway run—and why many attendees may truly love it. I have nothing negative to say about it, except that I just wasn't that smitten.

There are nice songs—including the opening townsfolk group number, "Waiting," "Omar Sharif" (Dina's ode to the famed Egyptian actor), "The Beat of Your Heart" and "Something Different"—and nice characterizations, such as a local couple (played by John Cariani and Kristen Sieh) who welcome band members into their home.

And with several quite human interactions among the musicians and residents—including one long waiting for a call on the sole public phone, another shyly longing for love in roller rink—in many ways it's commendable that Cromer, Yazbek and co. never feel the need to take things over the top.

But at the end of the day—or in this case around 4:30pm—I was decidedly left thinking, "That was nice" rather than, "Oh, wow! That was amazing."

Certainly, some may much more fervently embrace this rather muted musical, and The Band's Visit should well be on the shortlist of anyone looking for something new to see on Broadway.

It just wasn't the highlight of my visit.

Monday, December 11, 2017

‘Springsteen on Broadway’: Born to Run Through His Life’s Stories, Musically and Quite Movingly — Theater / Concert Review

Theater / Concert Review

Springsteen on Broadway
Bruce Springsteen solo (mostly)
Walter Kerr Theater, New York
Thru June 30, 2018
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Now 68, rock icon Bruce Springsteen published his bestselling autobiography in 2016. Titled Born to Run, the book shares its name with the Boss’ classic song and album from the mid-1970s.

This might suggest a newfound desire to look back on his life and career, as such recollections also form the gist of Springsteen on Broadway, a compelling one-man show raking in millions within the confines of New York’s theater mecca. (Bruce's wife, Patti Scialfa Springsteen, sings with him on two songs.)

But those long familiar with Springsteen as a concert performer—perhaps just from live recordings, with dozens now officially available—know that even as a much younger man, Bruce regularly regaled fans before and during songs.

Tales of teenage battles with his father, having his long hair shorn at his dad's behest after being injured in a motorcycle accident, failing his physical for the Vietnam draft, losing friends & band members in the war, talking to a priest about his parents' vocational wishes (lawyer, author), coincidentally meeting injured war hero Rob Kovic soon after reading his Born on the Fourth of July book, and many other anecdotes have long been shared from the stage (though Bruce's soliloquies have lessened and shortened in recent years). 

The same, or largely similar, stories would be repeated at multiple tour stops, many more planned and even rehearsed than it may have seemed at the time.

So given his propensity for both storytelling and self-reflection—manifest not only in the autobiography but on Springsteen’s most recent tour with his stalwart E Street Band, which celebrated (and for awhile, played live in full) his 1980 album, The River—his now devoting five nights per week to public introspection is far from an illogical undertaking.

Not only does the New Jersey legend maintain mammoth popularity in the Tri-State region—and among loyal fans willing to travel—he has repeatedly shown fondness for occasionally playing his music without any (or almost any) accompaniment, as on his The Ghost of Tom Joad and Devils and Dust solo tours.

In a live music milieu, nothing—and I mean, nothing—compares to Springsteen’s 3-to-4 hour, malleable setlist extravaganzas with the E Street Band.

Of my 50 times seeing the Boss onstage, the vast majority have been with the ESB—and absolutely phenomenal.

But Springsteen on Broadway is completely thrilling in its own right, despite relying on songs and stories I know well, shared without any of Bruce's trademark ad-libbing,

Photo from November 2016
Certainly, having typically seen Springsteen from quite a distance in indoor arenas and outdoor stadiums, there was a palpable chill in being just 15 rows from my hero in the 975-seat Walter Kerr Theatre. (My ticket wasn't inexpensive, but less than the median face value price, and now selling on StubHub for about 5x what I paid via Ticketmaster.)

And despite working five days a week "for the first time in my life," as the Boss joked near the outset, his singing voice  sounded strong on Saturday night as he accompanied himself on a variety of acoustic guitars and a Yamaha grand piano.

Hearing my favorite musician performing spartan takes on cherished songs in an intimate, rarefied setting was undeniably electrifying.

Yet this wasn't simply Springsteen Unplugged, it was Springsteen on Broadway, and in beginning his monologue without offering even a cursory "Good evening," the show felt stylistically akin to Billy Crystal's 700 Sundays, Carrie Fisher's Wishful Drinking or other scripted memoirs recited onstage in theatrical venues.

I would assume—especially given a run selling every seat at unprecedented prices and then some, with an extension through next June—Bruce is at liberty to do whatever he wants within the Walter Kerr, one of 41 official "Broadway" theaters near New York's Times Square.

Photo from an earlier Springsteen on Broadway performance.
If he wished to change the setlist nightly—as he does on tour—or bring in various E Street Band members or other guests to accompany him, I'm not sure there are any regulations to preclude him.

But for most shows on the Great White Way, "Broadway" implies something scripted, or at least rigorously rehearsed.

In respecting that tradition, Springsteen on Broadway is a much tighter, regimented show than the three Devils and Dust gigs I attended in 2005, though those also featured just Bruce, acoustic guitars, piano and much storytelling.

And masterfully intertwining with carefully culled songs—not a greatest hits set, though with many well-known tunes—the stories are entirely compelling, with both considerable humor and great poignancy.

You can easily find the static nightly song list on Setlist.fm, but in my own way of respecting theatrical tradition, I'll avoid revealing everything played or spoken.

Having read (most of ) Born to Run, and being a Springsteen fanatic since the early '80s, I was familiar with many of the tales he told, including his upbringing in Freehold, NJ, where he was beguiled by seeing Elvis on Ed Sullivan and had vastly differing relationships with his mom and dad.

This led, fittingly, into "Growing Up," a song from Bruce's 1973 debut album, Greetings from Asbury Park, NJ.

Photo from a previous performance of Springsteen on Broadway.
The stories and, in large part, the songs, progressed in chronological order and one wouldn't be crazy to perceive that this famed Jersey boy had crafted something of his own solo take on Jersey Boys (the musical biography about Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons).

Coming in, I knew 15 songs would be played in about 2 hours, with no intermission. So when more than a half-hour had gone by before the second song was finished, I began to wonder when and how the music's pace would pick up.

Eventually it did, with highlights including "Thunder Road" and "Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out," the latter complemented by Springsteen's highly moving remarks about his late sax player and sideman, Clarence Clemons.

As he does every night, Bruce brought Patti out to duet with him on two songs, both delightful.

The first, "Tougher Than the Rest," had Springsteen playing piano, as he did for about a third of the selections.

Bruce isn't nearly a pianist to match the E Street Band's great Roy Bittan, but the heavy use of piano on early Springsteen gems is one of my favorite aspects of his music, so it was a real joy to hear the Boss make his way across the keyboard.

The last five songs of the show were sans Scialfa, and while some were rather obvious—"The Rising," written in the wake of 9/11 was particularly moving just a couple miles north of Ground Zero, which I would visit the next morning—three came from post-1999, when Springsteen reunited the E Street Band after a decade apart.

Though Bruce never directly mentioned Donald Trump, who he had openly denounced during the 2016 Presidential campaign, he noted that this is "a terrible chapter in the ongoing battle for the soul our nation" before playing the dour, "Long Walk Home."

The hopeful corollary would have more predictably been Springsteen's great inspirational rocker, "Badlands," but in a bit of a theatrical twist—for those who hadn't studied the setlist—he played something newer and less famous, but to similar message and effect.

Us Springsteen diehards can be an oddly ornery lot—check out the Backstreets.com message board sometime—with word of the Broadway extension undoubtedly prompting exhortations of "So no E Street Band tour in 2018?" and "When's his [supposedly finished] new album coming out?"

But Bruce has long been someone who decides what he wants to do—band tours, solo tours, the Seeger Sessions Band, autobiography, Broadway show, etc.—and to his credit, has done them all pretty well.

As Jon Stewart noted in speaking of Bruce at the 2009 Kennedy Center Honors, Springsteen "empties the tank" every time out. (The clip is part of the fine new documentary, Bruce Springsteen: In His Own Words, on BBC America.)

Though unique for the lesser amount of volume coming from the stage or perspiration running down the Boss' face, Springsteen on Broadway really is no different.

It's as good as I could have hoped.

Spiritual even, as without the audience standing up or singing along, there was a hushed reverence throughout that added to the parallels I find in dubbing rock "my religion."

And though I would describe the material far more as "moving" than "maudlin," there's an undeniable strain of mortality running through the show, in stories of Bruce's late father, elderly mother, early pals lost in Vietnam and longtime bandmates—Clemons and keyboardist Danny Federici—who have passed in the last decade.

Add to this numerous Springsteen contemporaries who have recently gone to rock 'n roll heaven and one can't help but actively hope that Bruce—still physically chiseled and supposedly long abstaining from typical rock star excesses—truly is "Born to Run" forever.

On Broadway or anywhere else. 

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

Merry Manilow: ‘A Very Barry Christmas’ Proves a Ho-Ho-Wholly Festive and Fun Affair — Chicago Concert Review

Concert Review

Barry Manilow 
A Very Barry Christmas 
Allstate Arena, Rosemont, IL
December 5, 2017
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Other than perhaps the Beatles, I don’t think there is a musical artist I’ve been consciously aware of longer than Barry Manilow.

Several of his hit mid-'70s LPs were staples in our family record collection, and while I can’t say I've remained a big fan over the years, familiarity has blurred into grudging affinity.

With friends and family members who are comparatively hard-core Fanilows, I went along to a concert of his for the first time in 2008, and on Tuesday night found myself at Rosemont’s Allstate Arena for "A Very Barry Christmas."

And I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Clocking in at just under 90 minutes, with no opening  act, it was a well-paced blend of just enough Manilow classics—for me—mixed with holiday tunes, most having appeared on Barry's multiple Christmas collections.

Even in his multi-platinum heyday, Manilow was never the hippest pop star, but in having written relatively few of his numerous hits--not even "I Write the Songs"--he must be credited as a crafty interpreter of tunes that catch the public's fancy. (Or at least part of the public.)

I realize it's somewhat backhanded praise to say I enjoyed everything he played because there wasn't that much of it, but it's been 40 years—if ever—since I've heard Barry Manilow II, Tryin' to Get the Feelin', This One's For You and Even Now in full.

So while he may well have some nice album tracks that were never hits, he isn't an artist I need to hear dig deep into his catalog.

Just his greatest hits are fine, and probably not even all of them. (Ultimate Manilow makes for a good compilation, with more than I really need.)

And although over the past few decades, while I really haven't been paying attention, Barry's been recording collections of pop standards in a variety of veins—big bands, Sinatra, love songs, duets, highlights of the '50s, '60s, '70s & '80s—I was happy to have "a nice Jewish boy" complement his hit songs with Christmas tunes.

Though the seasonal selections included some of the obvious—"Jingle Bells," "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year," "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" and as part of a medley after the jolly man showed up on his sleigh, "White Christmas"—I more so enjoyed when Manilow, a 16-piece big band and three backing vocalists nicely ventured off the traditional Xmas path.

Best of these were Barry's takes on Joni Mitchell's "River" and Frank Sinatra's "Violets for Your Furs."

At 74, with a new set of hips, Manilow remains a first-class showman and his self-effacing, deadpan humor amiably offset any perceived hokeyness.

After opening the show with "It's A Miracle," the sequined singer cracked that he was the Jewish Santa Claus and repeatedly noted the dichotomy of material being played, which at one point went "from happiness to total misery" as he led into his "Even Now," a song anguishing over an absent friend or lost love.

Manilow officially came out as gay just this past April, but per Wikipedia has been in a relationship with the same man since 1978, to whom he's now married but long kept secret in part due to his large female fan base.

So as he—in fine voice, still able to powerfully emote when needed—clearly delighted the crowd with classic ballads such as "Somewhere in the Night," "Looks Like We Made It," "Weekend in New England," "I Made It Through the Rain," "Mandy" and abridged versions of "This One's For You" and "Could It Be Magic," I couldn't help but imagine an empowering new (public) forthrightness in his professions of love.

And, of course, only a Grinch couldn't love Manilow's buoyant takes on "Daybreak," "Can't Smile Without You" and "Copacabana (At the Copa)."

Also making for a nice moment was "I Am Your Child" from the singer's 1973 debut album being preceded by his thanking fans who donated used musical instruments to be given to schools that need them, as part of the Manilow Music Project.

Along with several Christmas trees and other holiday trappings, the constant waving of green glow sticks handed out to the crowd added to the festive evening.

With so many musicians onstage, and vast decorations, "A Very Barry Christmas" can't be an inexpensive production, and Manilow appears to be performing it for just one night in only New York, Los Angeles and, first, Chicago, a city for which he profusely expressed great fondness.

Especially as the Allstate Arena balcony was well undersold, this made me all the more appreciative of the excellent musicianship coming from all those onstage.

Songs such as "Weekend in New England" and the main set closing "I Write the Songs" were powerfully, even blissfully, enhanced as the orchestra swelled.

Manilow was graciously appreciative of those performing alongside him, whom I regretfully cannot name.

At the end, this included not only Santa and some helpers, but a children's choir who accompanied the star on "Because It's Christmas (For All the Children)" before a brief reprise of "It's a Miracle" sent us off into the chilly night.

Scrooge that I may be, I have to admit it was a Barry good show, indeed.

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As best as I could jot it down, this was the Barry Manilow setlist for "A Very Barry Christmas" at Allstate Arena, near Chicago:

1. It's a Miracle
2. Christmas Is Just Around the Corner
3. Daybreak
4. Somewhere in the Night
5. This One's For You (partial)
6. Can't Smile Without You
7. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
8. Even Now
9. River (Joni Mitchell song)
10. Jingle Bells
11. Violets for Your Furs (Frank Sinatra song)
12. Looks Like We Made It
13. I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm
14. I Am Your Child
15. Weekend in New England
16. Let's Hang On! (Four Seasons song)
17. It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
18. Santa Claus is Coming to Town
19. I Made It Through the Rain
20. Mandy (with part of Could It Be Magic)
21. I Write the Songs
22. Copacabana (At the Copa)
23. Deck the Halls / Jingle Bell Rock / Feliz Navidad / White Christmas
24. Because It's Christmas (For All the Children)
25. It's a Miracle (Reprise)