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Spring Fever Shadowbox Easton Towne Center Columbus, Ohio * * * * by RIck Brown
Things
seem to be changing right and left at "the Box", delving
successfully into serious theater (Cabaret), their Celebrity
Series (next up is Judy Tenuta June 20th) and tinkering with the
themes of their shows. They even dropped the "cabaret"
from their name...although it took most of us so called "critics"
a year and a half to notice. (Must be like our significant other's
new hairdos! And not to worry. We're not going to just "Naked"
any time soon!) And change is good. This year's spring show is dubbed
"Spring Fever"...ironically the title of Rick Derringer's
1975 release of the same name. (he appeared May 2nd. See review
below) The familiar rock and roll/sketch comedy format is still
here though. And it still serves Shadowbox well. |
 
 Click Here by C. Mehrl Bennett, The Baron and Jukka Pekka Kervinen 
 Heath hill rd. Cold joints up here - 30 - tickle in my throte I think I wrote. It's not the first time I've thot of slippers to make it feel like home. A soft glow. puppies. Levi huge pit bull dog. We both laugh and wrestle each other to the ground. Noelle and I skid out on heath hill road, back back down. I write to my parents. I think hard about it. I go through a foto album. I rekindle my passion. Squirts over glance, over-lording the streets I walk down, cool and collective. Jessy Kendall 2/5/07 Kill Paris Hilton by Patrick O'Malley Wow.
Free Paris Hilton. That’s all I’m saying. Fucking
Free Paris Hilton man. Don’t Support Our Troops, don’t
Pray For Our Troops, don’t God Bless America, don’t
Find A Cure, don’t Support the Local Pipefitters 109, no,
that’s all bullshit. Free Paris Hilton! She’s not
actually IN jail, but fucking Free Paris Hilton!!! Where’s
my fucking fuzzy pink, white, and diamond studded goddamn car
magnet-ribbon? Let’s get on that shit China! What’s
the problem here? Re-fit the molds, re-use the Find A Cure magnet
pink dye and let’s start pumping them out fast, I don’t
care how sweaty your shop is. We’ve got to hurry before
she actually gets put in jail so we can be primed and ready to
free her, should the unthinkable happen. As we know, she doesn’t
deserve to spend a day in jail; I can’t believe how much
time she’s already had to spend in court! Can you imagine
the humiliation of it? If, for several whole uninterrupted hours,
she was treated like a regular citizen? One shudders at the thought.
The petition says it all, with facts to back it up. The Kentucky Derby by Ted Kane Horse
racing is a niche activity in America for most of the year. There
are those of us who invest a great deal of their time...as well
as a share of their hard-earned money...studying and watching
the races, but for everybody else the races exist on the last
page of the sports section. That all changes, of course, on the
first Saturday in May when the Kentucky Derby is run at Churchill
Downs in Louisville and the sport of kings takes center stage
nationwide. I've watched the Kentucky Derby on TV as far back
as I can remember, either at home or at my local track (first
Beulah, now Hollywood Park) with some live races thrown in. This
year, though, Christy and I finally got to see the race (as well
as its sister event the Kentucky Oaks) in person. Rick Derringer at the ‘Box Shadowbox Easton Town Center Columbus, Ohio May 2, 2007 * * 1/2 by Rick Brown
Having scraped my money together at the age of 13 to purchase
the Bang Records 45 rpm single “Hang on Sloopy” and
again at 21 purchasing the album “All American Boy”,
I was intrigued by Shadowbox’s Celebrity Series doing a
show featuring guitarist Rick Derringer. I had especially enjoyed
the rousing version of “Sloopy” covered by his first
band, The McCoys ... at least until the Ohio State University
Marching Band laid claim to it. I figured Mr. Derringer’s
solid reputation as musician, sideman, session guitarist and producer
teamed with the talents of Shadowbox’s actors and musicians
should make for an entertaining show. The Triggering Town by Alexi Vontsolos The
tone of anything: a piano, the voice or face of someone you
let go from your life, or especially of a seemingly abandoned
town you step into off a Greyhound bus, will set the stage for
the entire experience. Tone is the opening and lasting remark
in a town, just as it is in your mind as you slowly exit the
vehicle that brought you here today. The
Non – Fiction Theater
of the Truly Mundane proudly presents: inter…net…jet Written by Rick Brown and Kristina Samuels Scene: a dimly lit stage blanketed in soft blue light. Onstage are three large amplifiers with tiny red lights indicating they are turned on “standby”. Beside two amps is an electric guitar, each upright in a stage stand. Next to the final amp is a bass guitar also in a stand. Behind the equipment, on a low riser is a drum kit with the word “Jet” on the bass drum. Above the band setup is a giant iMac screen displaying Apple email.
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The Ohio State University Libraries Read Aloud Program Jayne Sachs Band Mamapalooza Delaware, Ohio May 12, 2007 * * * * by RIck Brown
It was a glorious spring afternoon when my wife Yvonne and I climbed into our topless Miata to attend something called Mamapalooza. I had never heard of such a thing. But it is an organization…a movement if you will…celebrating mothers involved in the arts, music, et al. (www.mamapalooza.com). Yet what excited the two of us most was the chance to see our old band mate Janie Sachs from long ago. Now Jayne, she played guitar and sang in our early 80’s outfit Small Shoes. Jayne is a mother herself and has fronted this band for 11 years. That’s amazing in itself. And while we had reestablished contact about a year ago we hadn’t seen each other for almost 3 decades.
Mamapalooza was held on a private farm just south of Delaware. And the drive up Olentangy River Road was delicious, curvy fun. Once there I realized the event was setup like most small outdoor festivals…except more primitive in the sense that there were outhouses and the band played facing the crowd from inside the barn. Once we finished greeting and hugging each other, Jayne shared some mild trepidation with me concerning the barn setup. And while it was strange, I sensed she and her band would handle the situation with aplomb. After all, Yvonne and I had traveled the Columbus-Cleveland “Ground Round” circuit with Jayne where we slept on the floor, played two…sometimes three nights in a weekend…and ate cheese sandwiches in the van while flying up and down Interstate 71. Great…great fun. I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything. I also wouldn’t do it NOW either.
Steve Van Etten (guitar), Scott Shiverdecker (bass), Kelly Morelock
(drums)…along with Jayne (acoustic guitar) morphed from
road crew to rock band a little past 5 pm. And while Jayne had
been introduced as “The Queen of Indie Pop”…or
some such label…the first thing I noticed was this. These
guys can rock. I know from their CDs that Jayne writes what might
be considered tunes in the popular genre, many with upbeat rhythms
and infectious hooks. But lyrically Ms. Sachs is at once edgy
yet approachable…seemingly dangerous without losing warmth.
Beginning with the soaring “40 Days”, Jayne and her
rock ‘n’ roll friends romped through maybe 12 original
numbers. It was obvious this band has played together 11 years…a
genuine miracle in the music world…hell…any
world. The synergy of their interpersonal relationships resonated
throughout their performance. People who like each other, having
fun playing original music. How refreshing.
But Jayne’s polished stage patter kept things from ever
getting too heavy handed. While wearing her distrust of authority
on her sleeve, she chatted about getting pulled over by a cop,
their conflict, and then with a wry smile assured the children
the police are our friends. It was a poignant, motherly nurturing
moment really….a wonderful double entendre for Mamapalooza.
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