Fringe Review - Luke Comes To Life - Charakter Ministry of the Arts - 5 stars

I used to think there might be some people who just aren't going to be the audience for Luke Comes To Life. But before seeing it myself I ran into two very different people who had nothing but praise for it who I would not have expected to be in its fan base, or even interested in crossing the threshold. So I think, in what may be a first, I'm actually underestimating the Fringe audience base. I apologize to both you and Luke Comes To Life, because I really think the two of you should get together. I also shouldn't make the mistake of apologizing *for* either Fringe audiences or Luke Comes To Life, because there are no excuses to be made. Just introductions.

Fringe, meet Luke Comes To Life. It's a mighty fine piece of theater, with boundless energy and a lot of heart.

Luke Comes To Life, meet the Minnesota Fringe Festival audience. It's large and unwieldy and pulled in more than a dozen different directions at any given hour of the performance day, but if you keep saying hello and mingling, it will find you. (It sometimes takes more than one visit to get their attention, but it's worth it.)

There's much to admire about Wesley Brainard's work in Luke Comes To Life but the thing that Mom and I hail him the most for is his refusal to give less than his best. The afternoon we went to see Luke Comes To Life, Brainard had seven people in the audience.

7

In a house that seats 199.

In the round.

Any actor looking on that meager turnout might be forgiven for entertaining a moment of despair, and then dialing their performance back, if only a little.

Brainard saw seven people who came to see his show, and he went full out so they'd get the same show they'd have seen if we'd packed the place wall to wall. It was something to watch.

It was also something to watch because this is a story with a high degree of difficulty. Do it wrong, it might feel like a deadly dull Sunday school lesson, or relentless proselytizing. It's neither of those things. It's just a good story, well told.

Luke Comes to Life (Minnesota Fringe) Trailer from Wesley Brainard on Vimeo.

Though Brainard is a student of the legendary mime Marcel Marceau, Luke Comes To Life isn't a mime show. Brainard uses his physical talents to enrich the story, but there are no imaginary staircases or invisible walls or ropes to pull. No mime face. Just a man who, because of his training, can create dozens of characters instantly, without skipping a beat in his narrative. And a man who can make the most of a silence, where actions really can speak louder than words.

Because you can oversell this story. People do it all the time. It's the Gospel of Luke. From the New Testament of the Bible. About the life of Jesus, who whether you believe in Him or not, you have to admit he's had a bit of an impact on human history for good or ill.

Probably the smartest thing Brainard does is he doesn't pretend to be Jesus. That was the thing I was most afraid of going into this show. The fuzzy line where actors (or preachers for that matter) start equating themselves with Jesus, that's where we start to get into dangerous, self-indulgent territory. Brainard always stays on the right side of that fuzzy line. He's not Jesus, he's Luke, telling a story about Jesus. In the context of that, he takes on the character of Jesus and countless others, but he never loses sight of the fact that he's the storyteller, not the central character of the story.

We begin at the end, with Luke putting the finishing touches on the end of his gospel, tweaking words, testing phrases, then he loops back to the beginning. Which is a brilliant gambit because then we, as the audience, know where the story is headed. We can relax. We know what we're in for, and now it's just a matter of getting there. When those words reappear, in context, at the end of the show, they are that much richer, and a signal to us that we're reaching the end of the journey.

(Naturally, there isn't time in a Fringe slot for the entire story of Luke, but remarkably it doesn't feel like anything is left out. You feel like you get the whole story, all the "high points," enough to truly understand all the characters. And the recurring themes of fathers and sons, parents and children, those lost and recovered, dead and reborn, gain more resonance for the way in which they're arranged here. It's a well-crafted adaptation.)

The thing I admired the most about Brainard's performance, apart from his level of commitment, regardless of audience size, was its humanity. Jesus is, of course, a larger than life figure. Following a religious figure through his ministry to his betrayal by one of his own followers to his death by crucifixion and then resurrection it can be easy to lose sight of the simple human moments. The things that doubtless drew people to follow the man in the first place, and kept them loyal. His physicality as a performer is key in such moments.

A key example: The religious leaders of the time, the Pharisees, were questioning Jesus' choice to dine with tax collectors and sinners. (It always amuses me how tax collectors get their own category in the undesirables.) This confrontation provides Jesus with an opportunity to reach out to the Pharisees in parable. (Jesus was a storyteller, after all.) The one lost lamb, the one lost coin, the prodigal son. Tales in which a person, rather than be content with a loss, seeks it out, deems it just as important as those which didn't stray, and rejoices when it is restored to them.

Brainard has spread his arms wide as Jesus, a sinner under each arm. He steps away from them to tell these stories to the Pharisees. At the end, his Pharisee character rejects the story, and the storyteller, gets up out of his seat and leaves. Brainard then becomes Jesus, watching the man go. The man he has lost and still hopes to recover. He has failed. He returns to the sinners, spreads his arms wide and draws them back close to his side. But just for a moment, he keeps looking off in the direction of the person he just lost. The sadness in his eyes says more than words ever could.

If you want to see good storytelling, see Luke Comes To Life.

Very Highly Recommended.

Fringe Review - FLESH - Present State Movement - 5 stars

Damn.

Just... damn.

How do some people get the human body to *do* things like that? It boggles the mind.

As Mom is fond of saying, "I have trouble just walking across the room sometimes. These dancers, what they can do, they're amazing."

If this is what Tamara Ober and her talented dancer/choreographer friends can pull together as a last minute Fringe show with just three weeks' notice, it's almost not fair to anyone else imagining what they could do if they actually had time to plan.

Let's just get this one out of the way... FLESH is also truth in advertising. Flesh in all caps indeed. There is more taut, finely muscled flesh on display here than I've seen in a while (though this probably just means I don't see enough dance the rest of the year). Oddly enough, for me anyway, it wasn't a prurient experience. The human figure here is just beautiful to watch. Sure, you could sexualize it, quite easily. But watching these bodies move in space is more mesmerizing and hypnotic than anything else. They create stunning pictures that somehow transcend simple desire. Don't ask me how. Just watch for yourself and see if I'm wrong.

FLESH is five solo dance pieces performed by award-winning members of the Zenon Dance Company and the James Sewell Ballet.

Ober herself leads off with "One" (choreographed by Marta Ladjanszki). At first you're not even sure what you're watching. The lights come up slowly, and the human figure is contorted in a most unusual fashion. Tamara Ober's feet are bare and she's wearing ballet shoes on her hands instead, which is the first thing to throw off the eye. Turns out she's balancing on one foot and one hand, head down, with the second arm wrapped around her supporting leg. Her free leg is high in the air and for the first part of the dance the leg acts as an elongated neck, and the foot as the pivoting curious head of a beast, looking around at the audience. She holds this position for... holy crap, it just doesn't seem possible. Then she slowly unfolds and does the rest of the dance upright. Sometimes she artfully uses a ballet slipper clad hand to obscure her breasts, sometimes she doesn't bother. The whole routine is gorgeous.

Fascinating to me was the way many of these pieces played with our senses by using stretches of pitch darkness, and silence, or the sounds of a human body in motion rather than music. I'd notice myself almost holding my breath, for fear of breaking the spell. It was a great, unusual use of a kind of tension between audience and performer that I don't often experience.

A good example would be the next choreographer/performer Leslie O'Neill, who began her dance "These Years" hidden in a large claw-footed tub. She pounded on the sides of it in a slow, insistent rhythm until she herself slowly began to emerge into view. Her long hair obscured her face, cascaded over the side of the tub at one point. She scrubbed the tub vigorously, then laid back, legs spread impossibly wide. Slowly she seemed to me to be securing ribbons in her hair, but Mom really knew what we were watching. O'Neill was putting on a a slinky sequined dress hidden down in that tub. O'Neill started the dance with her upper body exposed but now when she stood to full height in front of a mirror by the tub, she was dressed for a formal night out. It was a great reveal, a nice simple bit of theater magic.

Choreographer/performer Laura Selle Virtucio, dressed in black, used the full width of the stage between two harsh white lights she would click on and off and redirect to cast her shadows in different directions for a piece entitled "Her Kind." She spent a period of time undulating on the floor then rose again to her full height, her movements - large or small - always vigorous and determined. The sound was an interesting blend of music and what seemed like animal sounds. At times, she even seemed to be using sign language. It was fascinating to watch her fill the space with different kinds of meaning.

In "Dressage" (choreographed by Judith Howard), dancer Nic Lincoln emerged slowly from a pile of blankets and fur to the sound of horses. It quickly became clear that he, too, was a horse. Then two imposing high heeled shoes appeared, as did Lincoln's costume - basically just a pair of fishnet stockings. OK, I begin to think, we're headed toward female impersonator territory. Nope. The music was there, the accessories were there, but those shoes were hooves. And every one of Lincoln's movements was that of a horse. In fact there were moments when you'd get a sudden picture in your mind, not of a human being, but of a horse, that's how evocative this movement was of its subject. Some people were inexplicably laughing at different points of this dance, which I could not figure out. Nervous laughter? Nothing he was doing seemed funny, or laughable. You're seeing a man's butt, honey, get over it. And that strut? You only wish you could pull off that strut. I'm not laughing at Nic Lincoln. That shit is gorgeous, and he could kick my ass.

Finally, choreographer/performer Amy Behm-Thomson's "secondaries" found her emerging in silence onto the stage in a long, flowing off-white lacy gown, cradling an enormous white bird/angel's (?) wing. After a while she gently placed it on the stage and then proceeded to sweep through the brightly lit space, accompanied only by the constant rush of the sound of wind. Sometimes she'd stand very still, moving her head slightly. Sometimes she'd be spreading her arms as if they were wings. Sometimes I actually though she might levitate.

Writing about dance is kind of ridiculous. It needs to be experienced. These five dancers did things I will never be able to adequately put into words. You really have to go see it for yourself. (And I obviously need to start seeing more of the work that Zenon and Sewell do year round because these dancers are amazing.) If there's a better dance show at the Fringe than FLESH, let me know about it because I want to go see that, too. But I'd be mighty surprised if such a show exists, because FLESH seems like an awfully hard show to top.

Fringe Review - Domino's Pizza Saved My Life - Dylan Fresco - 5 stars

Dylan Fresco is one of the smart people. He's a person who had the good sense to talk to the people who knew his family history before their memories started to fade. In Domino's Pizza Saved My Life, Fresco paints a vivid portrait of his grandfather, a man who came over from the old world to the new world, and as it turns out, just in the nick of time.

"People often wonder why I speak Russian..."

It isn't until almost halfway through the show that Dylan confesses that he never met his grandfather. The old man died when Dylan was still in utero. Which makes the telling of his grandfather's story that much more remarkable. What it also means is that Dylan comes from a family of storytellers, since his father provided Dylan with much of the information from which to reconstruct his grandfather's life.

"He only knew three words: Yes, Please, and Thank You."

I've often wondered about Dylan's unusual eyebrows and this production solves the mystery - for one of his jobs, he's a hospital clown. Though there is no clowning in this show, Domino's Pizza Saved My Life uses a lot of clown tricks, telling its tale with a great deal of humor, expansive physicality, and music. This is no dry travelogue or historical reenactment. There is a lot of warmth and laughter and humanity, all served up with an ever-present whimsical twinkle in his eye. The show wisely begins in the same fashion as his Fringe-For-All preview, with him singing and translating a Russian love song at the same time...



Humor and music are always great ways to pull an audience in, and Fresco's skill with song and guitar are just as nimble as his comic timing. (After hearing some people struggle just to carry a tune in other Fringe venues, it was most enjoyable to just kick back and have someone effortlessly sing me a song or two.)

"But that's another story..."

Though the tale of Dylan's grandfather is amusing and engaging, Domino's Pizza Saved My Life is mostly about Dylan himself. Everyone's life has some peculiar story embedded in it somewhere and Dylan's is no different. As a teenager, he went away to a summer camp that brought American and Soviet children together to help promote understanding and world peace. As the only boy interested in signing up for theater, he ended up as part of a singing group from the camp that toured up and down the east coast. And just as they were wrapping up the summer camp tour, the military tried to take over the Soviet Union. For a while, there was nowhere for his new Soviet friends to fly home safely.

"We were throwing down a lot of gas over there. You might want to take this other route..."

Years later, Dylan finds himself, along with a friend, in the middle of a different type of musical concert, all tied up in the protests surrounding the Republican National Convention of 2008 in St. Paul. The lesson of his teenage years returned - that you don't always have to know the lyrics, so long as you sing with enthusiasm with those around you. Dylan didn't intend to get swept up in the marches or the protests. In fact he nearly managed to escape when his friend insisted on a detour for some pizza. This seemed like a good idea, until the front window blew out and tear gas started pouring in.

"Little groups of police at the end of the street. Dressed in full riot gear. Just waiting."

Dylan's grandfather made the journey from the Soviet Union to America many years before, not to visit like those kids at summer camp but to make a new home. Since the extended family left the Soviet Union but not all of them left Europe, the shadow of the Holocaust fell on this family, as it did on many. (You didn't honestly think we were going to get through a family history of Jews in Europe without being sideswiped by the Holocaust, did you? No family's that lucky.) With such charged material, Fresco knows to exercise restraint. Less is more. Oddly enough, I think he might have even gotten away with still less. Right now he definitely knows how to fill a silence with story and jokes and song. Allowing a moment, especially one like this, to breathe, with no additional commentary needed, that's a trickier balance to strike. And probably a harder thing for any storyteller to trust. Wielding silence the same way he wields words, that's very likely the next step in his development. Sometimes you don't need to work as hard as you think you do to tie things up in a bow for the audience at the end. Sometimes the story speaks for itself.

"Are you press?"
"No, man. I'm a hospital clown."

I'm finding it very hard to write about this show in a coherent fashion because it does tend to leap back and forth and in time, with well-chosen song breaks to help aid certain transitions. It's easy, and enjoyable, to follow, just hard to reconstruct afterward. But then, that's why he's telling the story, not me. Domino's Pizza Saved My Life is how you do a one person show right.

Minnesota Fringe Festival Review - SCOTUS - Serious Hedgehog Arts - 4-1/2 stars

I've already mentioned that I had a really good feeling about SCOTUS! (Supreme Court of the United States!) in a couple of other places in this blog. Having seen the show now I can happily report that the show matched my expectations.

"It's a plot twist!"

Writer/Producer Brandi Brown was a delightful spokeswoman for her play, and that play is just as funny as she is in person. And just as smart. So smart, in fact, I'm a little intimidated, but that's a good thing. So often comedic political theater is dumbed down and overly simplified and, frankly, boring. It doesn't ask anything of me, so it doesn't get anything from me, nor I from it. SCOTUS! is a better breed of political comedy.

"The only reason the Founding Fathers put the right to bear arms second is that we needed free speech in order to demand that we be given guns!"

Chief Justice Smith (Danielle Siver) has received her exalted post at the head of the nation's highest court largely due to her experience with internet law, and her youth (guaranteeing that she won't be vacating her post by dying anytime soon). Her clerk (Jeannie Lander) is also her best friend and confidante. Her co-workers are a very mixed bag. Justice Winchester (Heather Stone) constantly refers to the intent of the Founding Fathers in ever more ridiculous fashion, though she's no unthinking dummy. Underestimate her at your peril. The central battle of wills in the play is between Smith and Winchester. Justice Frankwell (Peter Ooley) is a constitutional scholar who really just wants to break in to showbiz. Justice Hansen (Analiese Miller) is a fitness enthusiast and sports nut who struggles to juggle those passions with her career in law. Law often loses. The other justices have had to recuse themselves because of the nature of first case on Smith's docket (clever way to limit cast size there, Fringers!)

"It's a government shutdown, but don't worry. Everyone's still getting paid, it's just that nothing's getting done."

The case - Wisconsin, in a bid to lure the high tech jobs of the aerospace industry, has decided to repeal the law of gravity. Smith wants to know how drunk the legislature was when they passed this law. The recused judges also want in on that aerospace money, so they have to sit this one out. Providing running commentary, convenient backstory and other assorted exposition is the two person Greek chorus of Katie Berkus (Kate Urquhart) and Gregory Johnson (Greg Beltz), two velvety voices behind the news at National Elitist Radio (N.E.R. - Where we're a little better... than you.) The banter and mutual disdain of the two radio jockeys is an amusing counterpoint to the already amusing doings in court.

"Gravity. What's next, friction? It's a slippery slope."

Also hovering over the proceedings is the decision of whether or not to open the Supreme Court to cameras for the first time in its history. Smith is for transparency, Frankwell sees a link to the big time, Winchester knows the Founding Fathers would have none of it, Hansen doesn't seem to care much one way or the other.

"You can't do it all. You only think you can."

The play isn't so much a play as it is an extended comedy sketch. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It is a very funny and successful comedy sketch, and it doesn't stretch its premise past the breaking point. Brown has a lot of points to make and barbs to launch at her satirical targets and she does it with great skill. Matthew Glover directs the whole thing with a light touch that keeps things moving right along. The cast all seem to be enjoying the heck out of their roles, particularly Heather Stone as the formidable Justice Winchester. Her character is not easily outmaneuvered but when cornered, and she explodes, her titanic meltdown is a doozy.

It's probably not fair to ask for a lot of character development here. That was the only thing I was missing. The characters all only go so deep. This is largely an intellectual exercise, rather than an emotional one. The consequences are cerebral rather than personal. While it doesn't hit you in the gut or the heart, SCOTUS! sure does hit you in the funny bone, while also giving your brain a workout. That makes it a damn fine Fringe show.

Fringe Review - Red Hamlet - Red Theatre - 5 stars

Red Theatre worked hard for every one of the five stars in this review. My defenses were way up on this one. I was afraid I'd end up having to write a review in which I'd need to struggle to avoid using the word "pretentious" because, well, honestly, this...

"We take a wrecking ball to the fourth wall replace it with a mirror, blurring the lines between performer and audience, fact and fiction. It's bold, funny and poetic. It's Hamlet with a new heart and mind."

and this...

Trailer for Red Hamlet from Aaron Sawyer on Vimeo.

I was seeing Red Hamlet for the wrong reason - because it happened to be in a venue I was going to see another show in, and staying put to see this show seemed safer than trying to hoof it somewhere else. And the first night, I just can't bring myself to skip a slot on the schedule on the very first night of Fringe.

"I think I just saw a ghost. And I don't believe in ghosts."

But as much as I was already suffering from Shakespeare overload and, more specifically, Hamlet fatigue, part of my brain rebelled against the very concept of the production. Because I had utterly misinterpreted the concept of the production. In the back of my mind I was thinking, "If you're going to do Hamlet, then do Hamlet. If you want to do something else, then don't pretend you're doing Hamlet, ride on Shakespeare's back only partway and then hop off. It's annoying."

"...private, puking, iambic poetry..."

But they're not doing Shakespeare's Hamlet. One of the beauties of Red Hamlet is that you need to know exactly nothing about Shakespeare's version and it still works as a tremendously entertaining, and ballsy, piece of theater. (If you happen to know even a smidgen or more of Hamlet, well then there are copious little bonuses scattered throughout this one for you, the best of which is that you can tally up all the many ways that this is completely unlike any normal Hamlet you've ever seen. I was.)

"The scenery is not yet dry."
"Then you won't need to drink as much after chewing it."

Also, if you're familiar with Abbott & Costello's classic "Who's On First?" comedy routine, or the words of Yoda from "The Empire Strikes Back," or the ominous greeting of Inigo Montoya from "The Princess Bride" - there will be pleasant goofy surprises for you as well. But Red Hamlet is its own beast. Producer/Director/Writer Aaron Sawyer and his merry band of travelers sure know how to put on a show.

"I would say goodbye, but you are already gone."

They assembled and dismantled Robbie Jones' set in record time - a full stage with functioning red curtain, steps with secret compartments, and a rug that unfurls to give the illusion of a black and white checkerboard parquet floor. Half the actors pull double and triple duty performing multiple characters, making the ensemble of nine often seem larger than it is. The other intriguing thing is that this group out of Nebraska somehow managed to fully integrate three of our own local Twin Cities actors (Stacey Poirier, Randall J. Funk, and David Lind) into their ensemble as if they'd always been playing Gertrude, Claudius and Polonius (respectively) for Red Theatre. No easy trick there, and I only stopped to think about it after I'd seen the show. That's how well they all play together.

"Repeat motion. A dance. Desperate. Destructive."

In this version of the story, Prince Hamlet (Gage Wallace) is still grieving for his dead father (represented much of the time here by a vase with a single flower in it). Far from being sad that Hamlet's father is gone, however, Queen Gertrude and new King Claudius both feel like they should be congratulated for ridding their kingdom of a tyrant. Hamlet still loves the young Ophelia (Kara Davidson), though her father Polonius and brother Laertes (Steve Hartman) keep interrupting at the most inopportune moments. Hamlet's school buddies Rosencrantz (Aaron Ellis) and Guildenstern (Jeremy Short) still drop by to play the board game "World Conquest: Elizabethan Edition." Meanwhile, the vengeful Fortinbras (Colin Ferguson) draws ever closer to the preoccupied kingdom of Denmark. Hamlet doesn't want to start killing people, but once he gets the confirmation he feels he needs of Claudius' guilt, bodies start falling.

"Dear Courage, Please write back soon."

If you know how Hamlet ends, you still don't know how Red Hamlet ends. Where's Hamlet's closest friend and confidante Horatio, you ask? Replaced by Ophelia, to a large extent. The expanded role of Ophelia, and the centrality of the problematic romance between Ophelia and Hamlet amidst the palace intrigue, is a major strength of this production. Because they are writing a new script, not slavishly devoted to its source, no one gets a skimpy role full of wholes for which they have to make up excuses and paper over. There's no archaic phraseology the actors or audience need to struggle to understand. Nope, everyone's a well-rounded human being with their own agenda, speaking perfectly understandable, yet still poetic, modern English, and the plots and subplots all dovetail quite nicely into a package lasting less than an hour. Oh, and a sense of humor. Everyone has a sense of humor. Huge bonus there.

"I think now I could be king."

The script's way with language is often stunning. The cast's finely timed interactions in word and deed bounce between being achingly human and highly stylized with nary a hiccup. This thing is a real kick to watch.

But we are not just passive spectators. Audience interaction, always fraught with danger, is nimbly handled, mostly because the cast really is treating the members of the audience as another acting partner. Spectators in chairs aren't treated as props. The actors make eye contact, they assess. They don't hold back, but neither do they abuse their position of power. And I say this even though they tossed a glass full of water at my mother and me. Then Hamlet and one of the troupe of actors visiting the palace (Jeremy Short again), climbed up into the audience and perched on chairs right in front of my mother, making her the focal point of another exchange. Mom, ever a game Fringer, engaged by making faces. Knowing they had a willing accomplice, they focused all their attention on her and didn't spare me a glance. But you could see it in Short's eyes, right before he tossed the water at Hamlet's instruction, he was gauging just how far to toss it, so it would splash us, just not in the face. (Good arm, by the way.)

Red Theatre's Red Hamlet took everything I was convinced I didn't like about Fringe shows and turned it on its head and made me love it. After seeing this, I really wish they were local. Since they aren't, get your butt over to the Minneapolis Theatre Garage and see Red Hamlet while you still can. It's great stuff, you don't want to miss it.

Fringe 2011 - Top 10

If you held a gun to my head and I could only see ten Fringe shows, what would they be and why?

#1 - Robot Lincoln: The Revengeance (The Musical) - 8/4/2011
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#2 - Improvidence - 8/4/2011
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#3 - Uncle Tom's Condo - 8/4/2011
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#4 - I Love You (We're F**ked) - 8/4/2011
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Where are numbers 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10?

Victims of me getting started way too late on blogging in 2011.

Fringe 2011 - Top 20

If you removed that gun from my head and I could see ten more Fringe shows, what would they be in and why?

#18 - SCOTUS! (Supreme Court of the United States) - 8/4/2011
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#19 - YARRRH! The Lusty Busty Pirate Musical - 8/4/2011
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#20 - Painting Portraits - 8/4/2011
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Where are numbers 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, and 17?

Victims of me getting started too late on blogging in 2011.

Fringe 2011 - Top 10 - #4 - I Love You (We're F*#cked)

If you held a gun to my head and I could only see ten Fringe shows, what would they be and why?

#4 - I Love You (We're F*#cked)

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"A hilarious mix of stand-up comedy, storytelling and music about a gay man looking back over the greatest loves (and sex) of his life. Features original music from Kevin J Thornton's new release."

This is how you know you've developed an instant Fringe crush.

You're milling about after the Out of Towner Showcase is over and your married friend leans in and asks

"Do you find Kevin J. Thornton attractive?"

and in addition to the obvious "Hell, yeah" response that forms in your head, you also find yourself feeling slightly giddy. Why is she asking? Oh wow, perhaps she knows him and this is a prelude to her trying to set the two of us up while he's in town. That's what married people do with their gay friends all the time, right?

No, no, silly man. She's only asking for confirmation. She wanted to make sure she wasn't alone in thinking that. No, definitely not alone in that regard. Take a number, get in line. "We seem to have similar taste in men, so..." she continued. (This is true. Noah Bremer still has a restraining order out on both of us.) Mom concurs with my friend and I as well.

I mean, c'mon, just watch the trailer. The guy's funny.



(As he says, "Don't bring the kids," but for adults, a perfect hour of entertainment.) He's attractive and he's funny, which makes him more attractive. He also seems smart, which makes him that much more attractive. And he can sing and play the guitar so, well, just kill me now.

He's doing a circuit of ten Fringe Festivals this year, so he's also clearly insane. But he's been racking up the audience favorite awards and killer reviews all over the country (including the description "a really gay, obscene Prairie Home Companion"), so he must be doing something right.

Normally, the theater of "these are all the losers I slept with" isn't a home run for me, but there's just something about the guy. He was reading notes off of a piece of paper taped to his guitar, and admitted as much. Then he went off on a tangent about said guitar (warning us that tangents would be par for the course come showtime). The guitar was something he found in mint condition just sitting in his grandfather's closet, when they went to clean out the man's house after he died. With the receipt for the purchase, back in the 1950s, tucked behind the strings in the neck of the instrument. "I know that talking about my dead grandfather onstage is extremely manipulative. But whatever gets you in the theater..."

Whatever indeed.

This one's on the shortlist for opening weekend.

Fringe 2011 - Top 20 - #18 - SCOTUS! (Supreme Court of the United States)

If you removed the gun from my head and I could see ten additional Fringe shows, what would they be in and why?

#18 - SCOTUS! (Supreme Court of the United States)

Serious Hedgehog Arts

Like Uncle Tom's Condo, SCOTUS! is another show that sort of snuck up on my sideways at the first Fringe-For-All. I wrote previously all about how the playwright doing the preview charmed and entertained me, making a damn fine spokeswoman for her play, so you can read that post here.

Basically - new play, funny play, smart play, good cast, nice change of gender in the leadership of the nation's highest court.

That's enough to get me in the door. In fact, Mom and I are going tonight. I'll report back...

Fringe 2011 - Top 20 - #19 - YARRRH! The Lusty, Busty Pirate Musical

If you removed the gun from my head and I could see an additional ten Fringe shows, what would they be and why?

#19 - YARRRH! The Lusty, Busty Pirate Musical

Fortune's Fool Theatre

I suppose I could be sneaky and just grandfather this one in, since playwright Dan Pinkerton and I produced the short play showcase Fast Fringe together along with Roy Close back in the 2004 Fringe, but that showcase didn't really put Dan's work on full display. We were mostly showcasing the work of other writers.

Plus, this is a musical written with fellow friend, composer Chris Gennaula (husband of intrepid fellow blogger Wendy). These guys deserve their own shout-out on the list. They are a must-see for Mom as well.

Normally I'm not into the lusty and the busty but this show is designed in such a way that it's almost daring you not to like it because the artists involved know it is impossible for you to resist...

"Swordfights! Buried treasure! Cleavage! Bawdy songs! Climb aboard the Golden Rack as three actresses play 10 characters:

Jake O'Reilly, a dashing pirate captain
Rosie Bustle, owner of the Inn & Out
Cyril Toadmoor, the loathsome, debauched governor of Jamaica
Cecily Toadmoor, his beautiful niece
Billy Silverhook, a vicious pirate with a secret
Desirée La Femme, a dangerous and beautiful pirate queen
--- and a host of others, plus all the extras!

This world premiere is a saucy, R-rated, gender-bending twist on classic pirate movies. It's a fast-paced blend of Hollywood kisses, wandering hands, quick changes, low necklines and lower puns. It's the female Irma Vep; it's the lost Marx brothers pirate movie; it's grand, outrageous, pansexual fun --- but leave the kids at home!"

Still think "But it's got a puppet, it must be OK for kids, right?" Check out their preview of the opening number in last week's Fringe-For-All...



Fun, yes, but not for the whole family. I've seen enough of Dan's writing to know that when he lets loose on a fun idea like this, I'll be using the word "naughty" an awful lot in describing it afterward. The phrase "double entendre" is probably also in for a workout. And double may be understating the case.

I also know two of the lusty, busty pirates in question - Lisa Bol, and Dan's daughter Ariel Pinkerton Leaf. Both are big fans and supporters of Fringe and shoestring scrappy theater in general. Ariel's also a writer, director, lighting designer. Lisa constantly volunteers her time to help read and develop local playwrights' new work. How could I not support them in return, right?

Plus, there's an acordian!

See you there!

Fringe 2011 - Top 20 - #20 - Painting Portraits

If you removed the gun from my head and I could see an additional ten Fringe shows, what would they be and why?

#20 - Painting Portraits

Watkins Theater

"Long absent realist painter, Anthony, returns home to his sister after losing faith in his work. His passion is rekindled after being introduced to Tom, another faithless painter with an opposing painting style. The two disparate painters regain inspiration and spark conflict when they decide to continue to work under each other's names."

This one's tricky for me because I normally dislike art about artists. The fact that the artists in question here are two painters helps a lot I think. (Nothing more boring to me than a writer writing about writing with a writer as their protagonist. Write *about* something, please.)

I've been talking to the playwright/producer Andrew Watkins about this one and also had a chance to read the script and more than anything, I'm really curious about how it's going to be staged, not just within the confines of the Fringe but how you stage something like this *period*. Because a lot is riding on those paintings. The sample used in their Fringe-For-All preview last week was an interesting tease. The creative act is also supposed to transpire onstage at one point, which has me fascinated. In addition, and you can hear some of this in the video of their preview...



There is a fair amount of very deliberate repetition in the script. People say the same things, or repeat something someone else has said, on a regular basis. So it's a deliberate choice on the part of the playwright, and a tricky thing for the actors and directors to handle. Something new has to come out of those oft-repeated words each time. There needs to be variety to the rhythm and flow of the text in performance. I enjoy the challenge of that, and the different choice of how to attack a play.

Back in the 2008 Fringe, Mike Matson was part of an ensemble of young actors putting on Rachel Rieva's endearing play "Love and Video Games" (boy meets boy thanks to matchmaking ghost). Flashforward and now we have Mike as Anthony in this play. And Mike in that preview scene was interesting to watch because the way he looked at that painting, the result of someone else doing something he very much wanted to do, but was unable to do, spoke volumes. His character Anthony looked like he was literally in love with that painting. He was connecting with a piece of artwork in a way he seemed incapable of doing with another human being, his sister. Plus, the relationship between the sister and the art dealer who are the two interested parties pushing the two painters to remain true to their own work is strange territory. And the relationship between the two artists on the page seems to border on more than simple friendship, or even painterly kinship.

I missed Watkins' first Fringe show last year, writing and directing Digging A Hole. It looks like it was well-received - 4-1/2 kitties out of 5, with only 2 of those reviews written by people with the last name Watkins. The range of response from the audience indicates that he's a writer that keeps challenging both himself and his audience.

All of which has me intrigued. Which is a good place to start.

Fringe 2011 - Top 10 - #3 - Uncle Tom's Condo

If you held a gun to my head and I could only see ten Fringe shows, what would they be and why?

#3 - Uncle Tom's Condo

I've already blogged a bit about this one because it charmed me so at the first Fringe-For-All, so you can take a look at that post here, for all the specific reasons I'm putting this show on my schedule.

Or you could just look at the goofy little video of his preview and decide for yourself. It's hard not to like, so I'm not even trying to resist at this point.

Fringe 2011 - Top 10 - #2 - Improvidence

If you held a gun to my head and I could only see ten Fringe shows, what would they be and why?

#2 - Improvidence!

Infinitely Spectacular Productions

When two stoners accidentally create a religion, can they harness the power of social media to convince the world to take it easy—or will it all go up in smoke? A musical satire of biblical proportions!

I have to admit, given the show description above, I thought it was sort of an odd choice to go with an ode to Walmart as their Fringe preview at Fringe-For-All last week.



Entertaining, yes. And damn, way to cram 10 people and a multitude of props onstage, do a musical number and get it all in in under two and a half minutes. Very impressive. Plus, they had all those props in their shopping carts, flung them around the stage to set up, then speedily retrieved them when they were done, clearing the way for the next act. I appreciate the stagecraft.

"...wonder of the ever-beating capitalistic heart..."

The main thing drawing me to this, however, is that the book, music and lyrics are written by Izzy Waid. Back in Fringe 2007, he was one of the masterminds behind The Patriot Actors in the Most All-Americanest Sketch Comedy Show Ever. Terrorism, jingoism, racism, abortion, mentally challenged people; sexual, physical, & emotional abuse. Live action, video, and some fascinating crossovers between the two. They tackled it all and then some in a show so horrifically inappropriate that I almost hated myself for laughing. But I kept laughing, and laughing, and laughing. Read my full review if you don't believe me... It was a ramshackle, scatter-brained, warning shot along the bow of the Fringe Festival. And now, four years later, he's baaaaack...

If Izzy and company can wrangle with all that back then, imagine what a single coherent plotline, a big dose of religion and drug use, and a musical theater framework can do for these folks.

I'm trying not to get my hopes too high, (or oversell the thing) but after that first crazy Fringe show of theirs, I kind of can't help myself.

Fringe 2011 - Top 10 - #1 - Robot Lincoln: The Revengeance (The Musical)

If you held a gun to my head and told me I could only see ten Fringe shows, what would they be, and why?

#1 - Robot Lincoln: The Revengeance (The Musical)

This play is so deeply, deeply wrong, on so many levels, I can't help myself.

I am in love.

"After Abraham Lincoln's tragic death, John Wilkes Booth sets out to create a doomsday machine to take over the world. The mad scientist Uncle Sam revives Lincoln as a robot to stop him and save America!"

Just from the title, this thing has been a guilty pleasure for me for weeks now.

But I was shy about being too hopeful, even with the expanded description on the Fringe website...

"Robot Lincoln: The Revengeance is a quirky, satirical musical comedy that is part sci-fi, part steam punk, part action adventure, part buddy movie, and all spoof. In this deliberately inaccurate retelling of Abraham Lincoln and John Wilkes Booth's relationship, Booth assassinates Lincoln, who is revived as a robot. Lincoln is sent to stop Booth, whose insanity has driven him to try to destroy the world. But when an unexpected enemy bursts into their conflict and presents an even greater threat, can the two enemies come to a mutual understanding, resolve their differences and unite to save the world?

Mary Todd Lincoln wanders through the show, as do several presidents (all robots) from various periods of American history, as well as sundry historical characters performing in a plauditory pastiche of musical styles. If you don't think about it too hard, you'll have a wild and wacky time."

And then, they performed at the Out of Towners Showcase last night.

Robot Lincoln looks spectacularly ridiculous (cheesy sci fi at its best)

John Wilkes Booth has an equally cheesy fake mustache.

They had a few brief lines together, and then the music kicked in.

A song of forbidden love between an assassin, and the president he shot in the head.

"I take your hand, your robot hand..."

A classic old-school musical theater ballad, as sung (and danced) by John Wilkes Booth and the revived robotic corpse of Abraham Lincoln.

These people have a sick, sick sense of humor.

And I can't wait to see the rest of the show.

Fringe 2011 - Challenge #3 - I'm Biased

Big surprise.

We're all biased.

But if I have to be ruthless in order to whittle down the list of Fringe offerings, even in a limited radius, to an actual schedule of only four shows on a weeknight or seven on a weekend, something's gotta guide me.

So if you wonder, "Why don't I see more of *blahblahblah* on his schedule with his Mom?" it may be due to one of the following.

- I'm a playwright.

I'm going to gravitate toward the new work. Yes, all Fringe shows are new, but some are newer than others. If it's a new play, based on someone's personal take of a new idea, I'm going to incline more in that direction that a re-hash of - for instance - Shakespeare or fairy tales (and there are a clusterf**k of both varieties of that this year). If it's an established script of quality that I haven't seen, I might go with that, but otherwise, I'm gonna go for the stuff that's fresh off the printer, for better or worse.

- I'm gay.

I don't get to see my life or that of my tribe reflected on stage all that much the rest of the year. It's why I write. The stories aren't being told, so someone's got to tell them. I also want to see what other people are doing with the subject matter. So, gay content, big plus.

- Cute guys

This is sort of an extrapolation of the "I'm gay" thing but is its own special brand of weakness. The Fringe is lousy with theater artists who are just making their way in the world, and those who have aged far more gracefully than the bulk of the general population. And, many of them being actors, it's often part of their job to be, well, prettier than me. I can pass a Fringe hour in a fairly easy fashion if I have something nice to look at. Not a prerequisite, but definitely a bonus. Plus, Mom likes the cute guys, too. But even a cute guy can't get me to sit through a show I'm convinced will be painfully dull. So looks only get you so far.

- Religion

I am the son of two ordained ministers, one of whom is Fringing with me this first week. Spiritual subject matter of all stripes surfaces in my work fairly regularly. Ghosts and the afterlife quite literally haunt my laptop. So if someone's tackling religion from a place of intelligence and respect, that also earns major points.

If you've got all four of the above (like, for instance, Ex-Gays from Savage Umbrella which I saw in its more expanded version just last month), you're probably getting a visit. If you've got one, or a combo platter of two or three, trust me when I say you already have my attention.

Now I've just got to get the scheduling gods and the road construction demons to cooperate.

Fringe 2011 - Challenge #2 - So Few Bad Options

Mom just kept coming back to one thing about the Out of Towner Showcase last night.

"Across the board, they were nearly all just so good this year."

Which has been my other struggle with the Fringe offerings in general this year.

Sure, there will be some stinkers. There always are.

But there's so very much, from so very many performers with great track records both in and out of the Fringe, that's hard to decide what you're going to see and what you're going to miss.

Because you're going to have to miss something.

There are 168 shows and no human being can see more than 56, even if they saw a completely different show in every single slot on the schedule including the encore at the end.

So no matter what you do, you're missing over two-thirds of the festival.

And up until last night with the Out of Towners (more on that in just a minute), there wasn't really anything I was excited about.

Oh, there were some things that looked good. A whole lot of things that looked good.

But there wasn't anything that I was thinking, "I cannot wait to see that! That's gonna be fantastic!"

I was thinking maybe it was just me. Maybe I'm distracted because of the day jobs, or the impending visit of Mom (prompting an all-consuming cleaning binge), or the still not quite finished play for Project 515. Could be anything.

But I've run into other people who expressed the same quandary.

Not that the Fringe is bad. It's really, really good. But where's the "great"?

I started to be proven wrong last night with the Out of Towner showcase, of course.

And the Fringe whacks me across the back of the head with a heavy dose of awesome every year.

So it's coming.

Up until last night, though, I didn't really have a clear picture of where it might be coming *from*

And there's so much out there that could be "that show" - in a sea of quality stuff both familiar and unfamiliar - that to a certain extent, you just gotta hope you get lucky...

The upside? With so much good, the odds against getting unlucky with a show are also pretty good this year.

Fringe 2011 - Challenge #1 - Staying Put

The road crews are clearly trying to force me to reduce my carbon footprint this year.

With construction on 94 in both directions, University, Hennepin and Lyndale, every major drag that I'd normally use to zip across town between Fringe shows is hopelessly clogged, even in the best of times, and during rush hour, forget it.

Robin Gillette, Executive Director of the Minnesota Fringe Festival, artfully dodged the "what's the best Fringe show to see?" question by bringing it up herself. Not answering it of course. The Fringe is non-juried. But she did have advice for Fringing this year.

Stay put.

More this year than in any year past, flying across town just isn't gonna happen.

So one of my main challenges in cobbling together a Fringe schedule this year has been that I'll see a show I'm interested in, but it's on the other side of town from the one I just saw. So, I have to decide what part of Minneapolis I want to be in, and then find as many nearby shows as possible.

Thankfully, in most cases, there are many to choose from, but it means delayed gratification. Those Rarig/Augsburg/Mixed Blood/Playwrights' Center/TRP shows will all need to wait for another day, since I'm on a Bryant Lake Bowl/Intermedia/HUGE/Theater Garage axis at the moment, for instance. (Cult Status Gallery is lucky it's nearby). Gremlin, The Lab and Mill City Museum are more of a challenge, as they're pretty much on their own. For the right show, though, you make it happen.

Mom's happy there'll be less traffic/parking stress this way.

And shows that might not otherwise be toward the top of my list get a boost because they're in the right place, sandwiched between shows I'm more anxious to see.

So everybody wins, just in a different way.

It's just really hard for me to focus on just one part of the scheduling grid and not look at it ALL. There's so much to see.

Ah well. Off we go.

Fringe 2011 - Life of a Blogger

Here's a handy set of links to any posts that just generally have to do with the insanity and joy of blogging about something as monstrous, huge and weird as the 2011 Minnesota Fringe Festival...

2/12/2011 - Happy Birthday to My Fringe Sidekick!
Twin Cities Daily Planet version

7/24/2011 - Fringe Blog Interruptus
Twin Cities Daily Planet version
Single White Fringe Geek version

8/4/2011 - Fringe 2011 - Challenge #1 - Staying Put
Twin Cities Daily Planet version
Single White Fringe Geek version

8/4/2011 - Fringe 2011 - Challenge #2 - So Few Bad Options
Twin Cities Daily Planet version
Single White Fringe Geek version

8/4/2011 - Fringe 2011 - Challenge #3 - I'm Biased
Twin Cities Daily Planet version
Single White Fringe Geek version

FFA 1 - Nightmare Man - Wow, I'm Really Gay, part 2

Back during Fringe 2009, director Paul von Stoetzel was #5 on my pre-Fringe Top 10 list that year for a double feature of Fringe directing (I don't know how directors, actors or anyone else does one show, much less two or more, but there you are - some people are more energetic and efficiently scheduled than me.)

This year he's back again, and doing double duty again. He's one of three directors on the "bring your own venue" short play showcase The 612 (which we'll get a sampling of at Fringe-For-All #2), and he's the sole director on

Nightmare Man

Studio Alethea Productions

which previewed in the second half of Fringe-For-All #1

Here's their spiffy video trailer...



Here's their Fringe-For-All preview...



And another sample song...

More Than You

And here's the Twin Cities Theater Connection interview...

Fringecast 2011 - Nightmare Man

Honestly? The reason this blog post is called, Wow I'm Really Gay, part 2, is that, well, I'm glad Derek Meyer is talented, because it makes me feel less guilty about just liking to watch him onstage. Doesn't really matter what he's doing. He makes it very easy to pass an hour watching a Fringe show.

I first saw Derek in a couple of wonderfully bizarre, if sometimes slightly uneven, sci-fi Fringe shows from Electric Telescope - The Cold Dark Matter At Hand and Virginity of Astronauts - and again in a Flowershop Project production of the new play Dawn's Inferno (directed, not coincidentally, by Paul von Stoetzel.

Now normally, a production that looks like the trailer above, with a title like that, and is described thusly below...

"A new musical written and composed by Nathan M. Schilz, this World Premiere performance of Nightmare Man is directed by film and stage veteran Paul von Stoetzel.

Nightmare Man is a tale of guilt and heartache as Thomas (Derek Meyer) struggles to come to terms with his past. He meets Jade (Madelyne Riley) in a dream, who tries to help him alleviate his suffering. Featuring Martin Ruben, appearing courtesy of Actor's Equity Union, this intense musical is based on the original short story by bizarro fiction writer Jeremy C. Shipp."

...might have a tough hill to climb with me. Paul's tastes as a director tend to run a little darker than my standard choice for entertainment.

But it's Derek Meyer. And he's singing. Which is something I wasn't previously aware he had in his bag of tricks.

The Fringe-For-All preview had its issues. The volume of the backing track was a little overpowering, so Derek beginning the song at a low volume was sometimes a struggle to hear. But when he let loose on the second half, I stopped worrying. OK, the guy's got a set of pipes on him.

So he's singing about the bloody dismemberment of his late girlfriend in some horrible accident. It's Paul von Stoetzel directing - I wasn't expecting a light fluffy musical comedy. In fact, it's partly the disconnect between the concepts of "Paul" and "musical theater" that has me so intrigued.

But truly, if Derek Meyer wants to stand there, barefoot, in a T-shirt and slacks, singing for 45 minutes, I'm down with that. Sign me up.

(Wow, I'm really gay.)

Fringe 2011 - Fringe-For-All previews

Some thoughts on a handful of the previews that were part of the 2011 version of Fringe-For-All...

7/24/2011 - Fringe-For-All - Uncle Tom's Condo - "That might be the first sing-along I've ever seen at a Fringe preview..."
Twin Cities Daily Planet version
Single White Fringe Geek version

7/24/2011 - Fringe-For-All - SCOTUS! - Go, Playwright!
Twin Cities Daily Planet version
Single White Fringe Geek version

7/24/2011 - Fringe-For-All - A Good-Natured Gut - Dancing From The Neck Up As Well As Done
Twin Cities Daily Planet version
Single White Fringe Geek version

7/24/2011 - Fringe-For-All - A Little Bit Of Vegas - Wow, I'm Really Gay, Part 1
Twin Cities Daily Planet version
Single White Fringe Geek version

7/24/2011 - Fringe-For-All - Nightmare Man - Wow, I'm Really Gay, Part 2
Twin Cities Daily Planet version
Single White Fringe Geek version

FFA 1 - A Little Bit of Vegas - Wow, I'm Really Gay, part 1

So the first Fringe-For-All preview of the 2011 season was

A Little Bit of Vegas

Offspring Productions

"It's 1958. Sensual showgirls are all the rage on the strip. High glamour and soft mystique allure and captivate a true gentleman into the passionate world of a woman willing to risk everything to reach the top."

A young woman (they have a cast of 18, so I have no clue which young woman but that's not really necessary to understand the preview) emerged from backstage with a red and black feathered/sequined headdress on her head, covered in a silky bright red robe. She took the microphone from Robin Gillette after the show introduction, and got ready to belt out her big torch song number "Don't Rescue Me" (basically, don't save me from my "bad" impulses, I want to live in a big way).

She opened her robe, let it fall from her shoulders and tossed it to the side and...

All I could think was, "Wow, I'm really gay."

The young lady was standing there in a skimpy black bikini accented with butterflies and I'm thinking, "Hmmm, I'm sure if I were a straight guy this would totally do it for me but... huh... nuthin'"

I did appreciate her voice, quite a lot. In fact, she didn't even need the microphone. At times she overwhelmed it. She had a voice big enough to fill the whole room all by herself, well before the "big finish" notes at the end. All this bodes well for the show. If the other performers in it are this good, or even half this good, should be an interesting production. Can't speak to the quality of the script or story or anything, we just got a song here. But it was a damn good song, done well. It was a solid way to kick off the evening. She even got done while the warning light was still in green mode, inside the initial two and a half minute mark. Most efficient.

Will I be seeing this show personally? Probably not. I think I am very much not its audience. It strikes me as a very hetero show (and since the Fringe audience can very well be 90 percent hetero, this is a good thing - for both show and audience). I have just never felt less heterosexual watching something in a long time. It was a most odd feeling. And an interesting way to kick off my Fringe season - and scheduling plans.

FFA 1 - A Good-Natured Gut - Dancing from the neck up as well as down

The third show in the trio of previews that caught my eye by surprising me at the first Fringe-For-All was

A Good-Natured Gut

(which for some reason, I mistyped as A Good-Natured Girl)

LS Dance Collaborative

Again, it's a pity that the video for this preview couldn't be posted (Robin Gillette mentioned that they'd be posting any videos that had no copyright issues involved. Guess anyone using music that wasn't original ran afoul of that just like people doing established scripts in their previews. For video, I guess it needs to be all original, or with permission of the artist - or a long dead artist, like Shakespeare - wow, is there a lot of Shakespeare this year)

I'll try to do the dancers justice with simple words. I have the Fringe to thank for my expanded appreciation of dance. I find myself noticing things that I don't think I would have noticed before. For instance, the reason these three young women stood out where some other dance previews didn't was in the way they carried themselves.

Three brunettes (I'm assuming Coralee Kaivo, Liz Schoenborn, and Jessica Schuett, since they're the only three listed on the Fringe show page) in silky flowing metallic colored fabric moved with real precision together. The bluesy singer in the background sang and song with a refrain of "my soul is weary."

What I appreciated the most, though, was that they weren't just dancing from the neck down. A lot of dancers with dance with a completely blank expression on their faces, like they're runway models or something. Maybe they need to concentrate, maybe they don't want to draw attention away from the footwork. Whatever the reason, I find it kind of off-putting as a spectator. These women, however, seemed fully engaged. Their faces registered emotion - either internally, or in response to their dance partners, sometimes even to the presence of the audience watching them. It was refreshing to see fully human beings in motion. Because they were more emotionally engaged, so was I.

Plus, dance never ceases to amaze me. I have zero coordination. The control these artists must have to get their bodies to do exactly what they ask them to do, in time to the music and the other dancers around them, boggles my mind. They didn't even take the whole 3 minutes they had for the preview. They had the lights fade out while the warning light was only yellow, as they were still the process of executing moves (letting us know that the dance was a larger piece that would continue, we'd just need to see the show to catch it all). Nicely done.

And their show page mentions they also have a hip hop spoken word artist, and a cellist involved. This sounds more and more like a fun and different sort of show. Another one to squeeze into the schedule...

Show description -

"Darwin once speculated that human emotion was the product of natural selection; gut feelings that proved to be advantageous in furthering the survival of our species. While today’s Homo sapiens have evolved to experience a nuanced array of feelings, A Good-Natured Gut harkens back to the basic roots of our emotion. Through innovative and original movement, LS Dance Collaborative explores the physicality of our fear, sadness, anger, disgust and joy. Set to a constellation of alternative rock, classical cello and spoken word, this show examines the inner workings of our hearts, heads, and guts."

FFA 1 - SCOTUS (Supreme Court of the United States) - Go, playwright!

Another Fringe-For-All preview that unexpectedly won me over last Monday was

SCOTUS! (Supreme Court of the United States!)

Serious Hedgehog Arts

The reason this was so unexpected was I had pretty much written this one off based on its original show description (wisely now replaced with something else online)...

"It's like The West Wing, if it were about the Supreme Court. And was written by the writers from 30 Rock. And was about a government about as dysfunctional as it is in real life."

So... nothing like The West Wing. OK then.

The cast and director were in rehearsal the night of Fringe-For-All, so the playwright/producer Brandi Brown filled in for them instead ("I'm the writer. I feel like I'm qualified to talk about it, so let's do this."). And talk about the right person for the job. Brandi Brown was charming and very, very funny. It's a pity they didn't post the video for this one because she was a perfect ambassador for her show. I said as much to her afterward as the audience was running the great postcard gauntlet at the end of the evening. Brandi was sort of chiding herself for not getting all of the plot out, but honestly it didn't matter. She was so clever in the way she introduced us to all the characters of the play that I didn't need any further convincing.

About one character - "You know how you want to be an actor, but then you have to take some terrible job to support yourself, like waitressing - or being a Supreme Court justice? That's her. You'll love her. Maybe not."

About another character - "It'll be fine, just get the Constitution out of the shredder."

In addition, there's a stand-in for NPR, called NER (National Elitist Radio) - "They act as a Greek chorus. I hear you people love that sh*t."

In the cast, two who I recognized from previous work were Sandbox Theatre regular Heather Stone, so great in the creepy 2009 Fringe comedy June of Arc, and as Chief Justice, Danielle Siver.

The cast list reveals that the balance of this Supreme Court is tipped more toward the women than the men, and I'm all for an alternate reality where that's the case. I'm very interested in wedging this one into the schedule now as well.

The new improved show description is -

"SCOTUS! (Supreme Court of the United States!) takes a look at the problems facing any new chief justice, especially one hardly old enough to be partner in a law firm: maintaining her idealism, getting her only-slightly-insane colleagues to work together, stopping Wisconsin from repealing the oppressive laws of physics, and is her boyfriend really going to break up with her?

The other justices aren't much help: one is more interested in his acting career than the law, one is more interested in what the Founding Fathers would think than, well, the law, and one won't stop using really, really annoying sports metaphors.

Can the chief justice figure out how to keep the country from falling apart? Does she want to? Can she figure out the other justices' sports and pop culture references? Can she figure out how to make time for her jealous boyfriend? Whatever your politics, everyone can agree on two things: making fun of Wisconsin is fun and the Supreme Court is just messed up."

FFA 1 - Uncle Tom's Condo - "That might be the first sing-along I've ever heard at a Fringe preview..."

There's a fellow Fringer I know who prides themselves on getting their whole schedule locked down before the first Fringe-For-All even happens. Sure there are other previews in advance, and this person sees a lot of theater and knows a lot of theater artists. So maybe their Fringe schedule is a no-brainer. But one of the things I love about Fringe is the spontaneity, and the joy of being surprised by someone who comes out of nowhere and their preview just says, "You need to see me."

That happened three times for me at the first Fringe-For-All this year. One of those times was the preview for

Uncle Tom's Condo

Milliepadd Productions

First, you've got a big guy with a tiny little haircut. Then you've got an electric guitar, with a funky mini-amp. The performer then says that the following song will be "full of conjecture but completely devoid of opinion." The song was so odd, and the refrain so catchy, that we couldn't help ourselves. A couple of people were moved to sing along to the little ditty, and once that happens, the floodgates open. Once one or two people feel confident enough to sing out loud, the rest of the audience gets permission. Timid though we be, I think you can still hear us begin to sing along at the end (prompting Fringe Executive Director Robin Gillette to say the thing that gave me the title for this blog post)

Come on, everyone. Sing along!

"There are no chicken wings in heaven
'Cause angels
wear them
on their backs..."



It's not often I have that much fun in a preview, so that promises good things. Plus, he has Mahmoud Hakima in his cast (#5 on my Top 10 list last year, and a favorite of both Mom and me) I think I'm gonna check this one out.

Show description -

"Do you sound white on the phone? This and other complicated questions can only be answered by this hilarious send-up of social and racial attitudes and how they 'color' our world. Can these things be solved in less than an hour? We'll see.

Uncle Tom's Condo uses the opportunity of live stage to advance the emotional resonace of our country's ongoing struggle with racial, gender, and now, sexual equality.

Greg Nesbitt has assembled a diverse cast including Mark Beck, Jo Mary Fahey, Mahmoud Hakima and Kirsten Stevens to steer us through some confusing history and hopefully into an understanding future. America is currently replete with racial tension, even though we are supposed to be over that by now. Is is systematic? Is is personal? Often, humor is the best way to approach such delicate subjects.

Is your identity more important than your race? Who makes that decision? Everyone is affected by outside forces at one time or another, and if it is something other than a natural disaster, it's okay to wonder if it's coincidence or malicious. Just because you're labeled as disgruntled doesn't mean you don't have the facts!"

Fringe 2011 - Fringe Blog Interruptus

Hello, Fringers! (and/or whoever reads this thing)

Sorry for the delay. I feel way behind on my Fringe seasonal blogging duties. Circumstances keep conspiring to gobble up what was my free time. Good things, but they sure have cut into the blogging time.

My main day job just hired me a new boss, and he's hitting the ground running, really pushing us (in a good way) to get the new fundraising year (which started July 1) off to a strong start. Plus, we're still shorthanded since my other co-worker found and moved on to another position. So, not a lot of down time there.

I also was on a theater reviewing binge for the Twin Cities Daily Planet outside the blog, the last two weekends chock full of theatergoing - Street Scene, Waiting For Godot, Saboteur, Buttercream & Scotch, Ex-Gays, and Oh The Humanity. Phew.

In addition, there's a script I'm finishing for Project 515 (a reshuffling/expansion of this) which goes on a little college tour at the end of September, which means it rehearses in August, which is of course right after the Fringe. So, best to get at least a first draft hammered out before the Fringe hits. Nearly there...

Fringe time also means Mom visiting, which means one needs to clean, to be ready for Mom visiting.

And come late August/early September, Flowershop Project will begin rehearsals for my play Medea & Jason: Rubicon Waltz. No writing chores there, but they did enlist me as dramaturg (I know, I know, a playwright who using themselves as a dramaturg has a fool for a client, but...) Just means I need to get all my Greek mythology references dusted off. It's a comedy, but that doesn't mean it doesn't also have its own set of prodigious footnotes in need of explanation. We have a kick-ass cast, so I want to be sure I do everything I can to help them nail this thing (we'll all end up looking better if I do - enlightened self-interest).

But Fringe-For-All #1 (with #2 fast approaching), scheduling mania, the Out of Towner showcase, this year's Top 10/Top 20 list. Much to do before opening night, eh?

Let's get on that...