Bad to the Bone
Shadowbox
Easton Town Center
Columbus, Ohio
* * * * 1/2
by Rick
Brown
Admittedly, I am not much for Halloween themes, be it movies, stage
productions or television (Boyhood love of Bobby “Boris”
Picket’s “Monster Mash” not withstanding). But
I found Shadowbox’s Bad to the Bone a deliciously
funny celebration of fright.
Beginning with “Welcome to Hell” the show really hits
the ground running. This is arguably the cleverest, most humorous
opening sketch I’ve witnessed at the Box. Mary Randle plays
Georgia, the Devil’s receptionist, who literally scares the
hell out of (into?) new arrival Craig (Jerrod Roberts). A fiery
farce with crisp comic timing, making even the most obvious joke
a joy.
Also lifting what could have been all too obvious to a childlike
charm and humor is Jimmy Mak’s Vinnie the Gooch. In a series
of videos using his macho Mafioso alter ego, Mr. Mak’s evocative
Vinnie is an endearingly goofy Godfather. His “services”
are more than apparent. Mak’s delivery is both gentle in its
violent intent and believably brilliant in its simplicity.
The ensemble piece “Escape from Happy – Tots”
is a jailbreak spoof featuring Lydia Tew as teacher Miss Amanda,
Nikki Fagin as Frankie’s Mom, and the kids Jimmy Mak as Frankie,
Amy Lay, Jerrod Roberts, Tom Cardinal, and Kaleigh Lockhart. This
troupe is superlative with skits involving children as characters
and “Escape”, with its deadpanned prison clichés
is a breakout belly buster.
“Monster Dating Game” is a scream. Of course with Shadowbox
veterans J T Walker III as Wolfman, Tom Cardinal playing Dracula,
Katy Psenicka as the Bride and Steve Guyer doing a mean Frankenstein,
this fan favorite is bound to be a hit with the audience. But this
year it’s the casting of Amy Lay as the relatively staid host
and Lydia Tew as the lusty, lewd, lascivious Kristen the contestant
that makes Shadowbox regulars wantonly wallow in the irony.
Two other sketches are also crowd favorites and well done. In “Cindy
and Laverne: Scared Stupid” Mary Randle (Cindy) and Julie
Klein (Laverne) deliver high kicking trailer park trash puns with
rapid fire, machinegun marksmanship. And the insanity that is “Dr.
Mystery Meets Dr. Frankenstein” reprises this surreal puppet/performer/sound
effects sketch superbly closing out Bad to the Bone in
fine fashion. Jimmy Mak again shines when he breaks a little out
of character as hunchback Vigo, leading dancers onstage in a seemingly
impromptu choreography of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”,
only to lose his confidence mid dance to remark “Is it too
soon? Too soon?” This moment is remarkable in its not so secret
sarcasm, while at the same time remaining a subtly implied tribute.
Jym Ganahl continues his reign as funniest meteorologist on the
planet. Only a skit about Andy Rooney falls a little flat. And Shannon’s
Movie Reviews: Transformers” is more adorable than funny.
Musically Bad to the Bone is fabulous. From opening 80’s
rocker “Heartbreaker” sung by Neolle Grandison to show
closer Santana’s “Black Magic Woman” with Steve
Guyer handling vocals, house band BillWho? Bandleaders Jennifer
(keys) and Matthew (guitar) Hahn guide this collection of musicians
through some amazing territory. With a rhythm section consisting
of The Beast on drums and Andy Ankrom on bass, as well as newcomer
Dante Wehe on guitar how can they miss?
Mary Randle’s take on Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead
or Alive”, the Eurythmic’s “Would I Lie To You?”
(Jennifer Hahn, Nikki Fagin and Amy Lay combining voices), and Tom
Cardinal’s command of Phil Collin’s “I Don’t
Care Anymore” (along with great choreography stage left) are
gems.
Only a rave up of the Blues Brothers falls flat. I know Dan Aykroyd
and John Belushi brought the blues to millions of suburban white
kids who hadn’t listened to Led Zeppelin or Cream by the mid
70’s. I’ve come to terms with that. And I know the entertainment
value of parodying the Blues Brothers. But the guitar break was
a rock and roll solo. And the harmonica playing lacked even one
“blue note”. “Messin’ With the Kid”,
originally a hit for Junior Wells, cries out for cross harp and
blues guitar. BillWho? is more than capable of pulling that off.
There is my blues purist sermon. This is a very small flaw in a
fabulous presentation.
Bad to the Bone was great opening night. And as I know
Shadowbox, small tweaks will make it even better as the show goes
on. This troupe ever evolves, getting better and better at everything
they initiate. I've been reviewing every Shadowbox show for the
past 8 years and Bad to the Bone is the best Halloween
theme show I've seen this talented troupe perform.
Shadowbox’s Bad to the Bone runs at Easton town Center
in Columbus until November 14th. For more information please go
to: www.shadowboxcabaret.com
Woodstock: Back to the Garden
Shadowbox
Columbus, Ohio
* * * * *
by Rick
Brown
I have to say,
I was a tad skeptical about a documentary musical chronicling the
phenomenon…and at times sacred cow…initially called
the Woodstock Music and Art Fair. How would a writer maybe too young
to have even attended Woodstock 94 sort out fact and mythology?
But after seeing opening night of Woodstock: Back to the Garden
I believe no one should ever underestimate the skills of Jimmy Mak.
His script…especially in light of the fact it needed to be
scaled down 1/3 of the movie’s length…spins a great
story in a fresh and visceral way without becoming overly nostalgic.
Yet at times, dialog is almost sweetly sentimental in its homage.
Mr. Mak uses a mostly fictional New York Times writer named Rodney
Benton (played by Mak himself) to move the storyline along. Just
like the event itself, the plot moves a bit slowly initially, but
quickly picks up to a manic, overwhelming pace. Punctuating all
this is David Whitehouse’s amusing Chip Monck, the festival’s
announcer and star of the Oscar winning film. Whether this is intentionally
metaphorical on Mr. Mak’s part is immaterial. But it does
prepare the crowd for the intensity to come.
Shadowbox’s emphasis in Woodstock: Back to the Garden
is clearly the music. And if the real Woodstock meant anything about
peace and love, music was most certainly the reason…the bond…the
metaphysical glue…along with perhaps a little luck. Bandleader
Matthew Hahn leads his musical troops to soaring heights. Stephanie
Shull begins the show with an almost religiously moving take on
Joni Mitchell’s “Woodstock”…the only tune
in the show not actually played at the festival. Jerrod Roberts
dynamically eclipses parody in making his Richie Havens real on
“Freedom”. Amy Lay’s rendition of the Lovin’
Spoonful’s “Darling Be Home Soon” is charmingly
sweet. And J T Walker III does a dead-on Arlo Guthrie with “Coming
Into Los Angeles”
Incredibly impressive are the ensemble tunes. Surely this in some
ways is an admission that no one Shadowbox individual can cover
either Stephen Stills’ “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”
or Roger Daltrey’s “My Generation” (the Who) vocal
range circa 1969. It matters not really. Katy Psenicka’s awesome
choreography, Brea Badger’s incredible costuming teams with
tight vocal harmonies and some of the best musicians Columbus has
to offer, creating textures of sound, sight and excitement that
might just trump the best of acid trips. B, S & T’s “Spinnin’
Wheel”, CCR’s “Green River”, and Joe Cocker’s
“With A Little Help From My Friends” are all beautifully
visual, spectacularly aural and out of control far out man.
Importantly, director Steve Guyer has infused video segments of
veteran Columbus actors playing Woodstock attendees. Not all have
fond memories. And the inclusion of the downside of recreational
drugs and Pete Townshend (Matthew Hahn) bashing Abbie Hoffman (Brett
McCardle) with his guitar gives Woodstock: Back to the Garden
a necessary sense of perspective.
Again I must go back to the music. Standing ovation great is Julie
Klein singing Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit”.
Dante Wehe’s understated tension on Jimi Hendrix’s “Star
Spangled Banner” is a fabulously feedbacked tribute. And the
ultimate intensity displayed between dance and music on Santana’s
“Soul Sacrifice” will make your spirit soar and your
pulse race with excitement. But I have to tell you this…Jennifer
Hahn as Janis Joplin…well…she took much, much more than
just a “Piece of My Heart.”
I’m leaving a lot out in this review. If I wrote praising
everything you’d have an official program full of information.
I cannot honestly find fault with anything about Woodstock:
Back to the Garden. It made me glad to be a baby boomer. It
made me look at the event differently, especially in light of the
movie I’ve seen countless time. I’ll see this production
again. You should see it at least once. Feed your head…indeed.
Woodstock:
Back to the Garden runs Sundays at 2:30 and 7 p.m. at Shadowbox’s
Easton Town Center location through November 15th. For more information
please go to www.shadowboxcabaret.com
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Richie Havens & Arlo Guthrie
Richie Havens
* * * * 1/2
Arlo Guthrie
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Cain Park
Cleveland Heights, Ohio
July 18, 2009
by Rick Brown
MORI's
Menagerie
by
Morris Jackson
Envisioning
of Tree
by
C. Mehrl Bennett
C Mehrl
Bennett's first book of text poetry is now available at
www.lulu.com
China
Blue
by Dennis Toth
The nature of your mystery
Is not the unknown contours
Of your mountains draped in mist.
It
is, instead, the ease
With which you assume
So many forms
And still retain
A dreamer's sense of grace.
Your
beauty is transit and elusive,
For a single well turned gesture
Invokes a thousand songs.
The
Last Rave
by Dennis Toth
Twilight's last gleaming
So turn on the lights
Before the dark age falls
And we stumble into night.
Armageddon is here
So get ready to fight.
Chorus: Economic meltdown
And global collapse.
Too much sturm und drang
Is gonna bite your ass
Four horsemen riding
From the gates of hell
Stopping at your town
And ringing your bell,
Spreading new diseases
Like a toxic spill.
Chorus: Economic
meltdown
And global collapse.
Too much strum und drang
Is gonna bite your ass.
2012 is the target
For the world to blow,
And doom is the racket
That will fill the bill.
So run for the bunker
Before it close.
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The Non–Fiction Theater of the Truly Mundane
proudly presents:
99
by Rick Brown
Scene:
The driveway of a middle class urban neighborhood. A small community
center minivan is parked directly in front of a sidewalk that
leads up to the front door of a small, immaculate, white two-story
frame house. An old fashioned lamppost is situated next to the
walkway. Rick (the driver) is seen standing waiting for a little
old lady who is making her way down the front steps of her home.
Sitting inside the van are 2 other senior ladies. The side door
has been slid open. Rick offers the woman his arm, which she takes
and they move slowly towards the open door of the minivan.
Rick – We have to take the minivan this morning because
the bus broke down.
Little old lady – That’s too bad.
Rick – So how have you been?
Little old lady – I’m good. Did you know I turned
99 on June 2nd?
Rick – Why yes I did. I think that’s wonderful!
Little old lady – Isn’t it though.
They reach the door of the minivan and the little old lady struggles
to lift her foot into the vehicle.
Little old lady – Hello everyone.
Rick grabs both of the woman’s elbows and begins gently
pushing her up into the minivan.
Rick – Are you going to make it in okay?
Little old lady – Stick a PIN in my BOTTOM and I’ll
JUMP IN!
Curtain
Cast:
Rick – himself
Little old lady – her 99-year-old self
Zazen
Skowhegan
by
Cyndi O’Leary
let's
make the most of this
midsummer day
let's sit until we are
full of warmth and truth
and whatever happens
happens
let's just sit and sit
and sit
somewhere in
a field in northern maine
somewhere solid where
blizzards don't take you down
but make you bend deep and long
let's live as elderly pines
tendrils pushing into
peppery granites as the
tough sharpness of love and
living cedes beneath our
enduring roots
let's drink in the intoxication of
not knowing anything
except that today fits just right
lets just be here in this spot
through all four seasons while
the spinning world cares for itself
Let's measure all of our days
by the lines in my hands in yours,
the aching in my bones ,
the quickening of our hearts
as we inhale exhale
the wet august air
let's break these hearts open
and spill out all that is and isn't
in them onto the grass
let 's look for the signs in clouds
and ask the absurdity of dreams
what we should do
let's never be lucid again
let's make the most of this
midsummer day
let's sit until we are
full of warmth and truth
and whatever happens
happens
let's just sit and sit
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The Non-Fiction
Theater of the Truly Mundane
proudly presents:
Ainsworth
by Ted Kane
Setting:
The public library of a medium-sized Southern California beach
city.
Players:
Patron (female)
Librarian (male)
Scene:
Librarian is seated at reference desk center stage, appearing
to be busy but perhaps is not, it's hard to tell; Patron walks
over to desk from stacks, stage left.
Librarian:
Hi! How can we help you?
Patron:
Yeah, can you tell me if Ainsworth is in the San Fernando Valley?
Librarian:
Ainsworth...hmmm...I'm unfamiliar with Ainsworth, so let's look
it up.
(Librarian
goes over to Atlas Table, stage right, selects a California atlas
and brings it to desk)
OK.
Ainsworth. Can you spell that for me?
Patron:
It's called Ainsworth.
Librarian:
Great! Do you have the spelling?
(Patron
holds book out to librarian, pointing to spine, which reads
Enchanted Pueblo--Ainsworth, then places it on desk)
Librarian:
Oh! Ainsworth looks like it might be the name of the book's author.
Patron:
(somewhat indignant) I don't think so!
Librarian:
OK, well, let's look in the atlas.
(scans
table of contents, index and appendices of atlas)
Hmmm...well,
it's not in the atlas and, again, the word does appear on the
part of the book where the name of the author is usually located.
I think that it might be the author's name.
(Patron
recalls book from the desk, opens the title page to reveal the
words Enchanted Pueblo by Edward Ainsworth. Patron closes
book and walks away without further comment.)
Curtain
Cast:
Patron – herself
Librarian - himself
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