Friday, 27 May 2011

Eliza Carthy Band


Probably the most questionable matter of my Eliza Carthy experience was that by some it’s been labelled folk. Folk barely crosses your mind when listening to her perform, unless that is folk is a more generic term meaning ‘to be quirky’. If it wasn’t folk, then it was a curious combination of musical theatre, stand up comedy, Moulin Rouge, funk, Grease style blues and…Beethoven’s Romanticism. Perhaps defining the music by musical terms would be less informative for what it was…

For the first half of the gig, I was convinced that this crude, uncomfortably aggressive in places, often grotesque, but musically magical performance, would make the perfect soundtrack to an Angela Carter book. Eliza, needless to say a busty figure, is forthright in her stage manner. Her voice erupts like the cry of an angry stepmother, and her four accomplishes appear to close in on you with their weighty harmonies. The comparison to distorted fairy tales in un-passable. The second song they play was entitled ‘Hansel’ and a later piece ‘Tea at 5’ quotes the breaking of skin with a man’s wolf man claws. The gesticulating Eliza rises and falls across the stage, and across melodies with the drama of a drunkard; while the double bassist, looks shiftily out of the side of her eye. This is only reinforced by the tales that are told as pretexts to the songs, which affirm stories of painful pasts and/or the author’s powerful imagination. I find the whole thing unnerving.

However, a lot changes in the second half, and as suddenly as the bellowing choruses struck in the first half. Consistent is Willy Morrison – the drummer who like an excitably gorilla marches on through song after song with naive excitement on his face. Not least because of Willy’s growing presence, the atmosphere becomes gradually funkier, less sinister and jolty, more Hair Spray. The Monkey Song, as Eliza introduces it, sounds like an N64 video game, and strives forward by the lead from a honky konk piano. Honky konk, and the association I then made with Donkey Kong is about as near as it gets to sounding like a scene from King Kong – which apparently, the writer herself tells us, it was loosely based upon.

Suddenly the pains of life (that are narrated in such blunt humour in the earlier songs) are sanitized by jiving violins, genuinely great dancing from Eliza, soaring melodious interludes, and subtleties of her voice, and the intervals made between the five singers, all become much more apparent. The vital role she plays amongst the band can be attributed to her talented lead on a multitude of on characteristically folk instruments. The grotesque has become the laughable, the abrupt and forceful has become the acceptable and appreciable, but unfortunately still, the experience however unforgettable, was all-in-all regrettable.

Friday, 1 April 2011

'And The Horse You Rode In On' on Enlightenment by Demonstration

It’s hard to establish what the play ‘And The Horse You Rode In On’ sets out to describe. Despite being introduced to it with a satisfactory reason for its title, I phrase that occupies throughout the play is in fact: “Enlightenment by Demonstration.” The show, a montage of various narratives interwoven and played by five performers, begins in a lecture on “Enlightenment by Demonstration”, and ends with the implications of such teaching – the borderline slapstick is now turned sharply on itself to reveal for the first time in the 90 minute play, that there is in fact a sense of morality suggested under the clown-like absurdity. The idea of foolishness undercuts much of the events comprised. Such absurdity that, to name just one example, three kidnapped foreigners singing endless rounds around a fire would cause their hijackers to turn the gun effortlessly on themselves.

What is it then that the play is moralising? I believe it is anarchy. Under this ascertain the seemingly irrelevant title ‘And the Horse You Rode in On’ becomes significant. A character who represents Alfred Hitchcock provides the prologue to the play in which he tells the story of the masked lone ranger, who enters a saloon in the wild west, and upon seeing a group of cowboys playing poker, an act which is against the law, attempts to stamp his authority on the guilty citizens. One of the cowboys, clearly unthreatened by the hierarchy in place, disturbs the order, and commands the lone ranger to “f*** you.” The lone ranger, angry and undermined protests, listing his credibility and status; to which the cowboy replies, “f*** you, and the horse you rode in on.”

As a composite, then, the numerous narratives comes to critique anarchy, as they oversee the fantastical events of societies where anarchy was a rising ideology or had the potential to be: London after the first world war and before the second, France at the time of the French Revolution, London at the time of the trade union strikes, and Bugs Bunny amongst others. As the final context makes clear, the play was not a representation of historical or political events - these were quite aside from the storyline as put before us - instead, most was focussed around the comings and goings of a department store and their in-house café in various cities… and occasionally London Zoo.

Hindsight is provided to these other periods and places in the most important scenes, which are set in 1997. This is when a student, inspired by her lecture on “Enlightenment by Demonstration,” meets her professor to discuss her understanding of his teaching, and how she is going to demonstrate enlightenment of such knowledge. And it is “Enlightenment by Demonstration” that becomes the excuse for a range of activities within the plot, including a camp sales assistant warming his hands in order to see to a male costumer who is trying on a pair of stripped speedos! What the lecturer expressed as Enlightenment had become for the student the quite different idea of anarchy. She attempts to exhibit Enlightenment in the café of said department store, by plotting to, and eventually setting fire to her dog Max. (This I should mention is just one of the dark comedic moments within the play.) Brainwashed by the idea of ‘Carpe Diem’, she believes this act of terrorism, will make the Bourgeois ladies wearing their wigs and sat with dogs on their laps, spit out their cake. Could this be a more blatant allusion to the Marie Antoinette and the French Revolution?

However, as Immanuel Kant writes in the opening line of his essay entitled ‘What is Enlightenment’ 1784 – “Enlightenment is man’s emergence from his self-imposed immaturity.” What the student, played by a 4 ft something lady, represents is adolescence of the mind. She is depicted as naive, as not yet reaching maturity, or not yet possessing full understanding – as proven when the lecturer groans hopelessly at his student’s ludicrous interpretation. Surely it is no coincidence that the other key role we see this actress take is a 9-year-old boy called Stevie. It is only in the tale of Stevie, where the narratives begin to summarise themselves - the bizarre nature of the other storylines become clear. He, only a boy, has no choice but to possess naivety when his uncle gives him a bomb to leave at the café at 5pm. And, just a child, has no restraint when walking past the cinema where they are about to show the Bugs Bunny movie, making him regrettably late for the disposal of and separation from the bomb. And so at this scene, and only at this scene, does the tragedy of murder become apparent, and the foolishness of walking into something you know nothing of.

Now, forgive me if I’ve given you the wrong picture. This is neither a mind-numbingly philosophical or political play, or a murder-crazed production. How it appears throughout its duration, is in fact comic. It is light hearted rather than cold-hearted. However, this would be only a face-value understanding, and a didactic intention is clear - to challenge the audience’s ideology, and to suggest that we should revolutionise our ideas, as a prevention from insanity. The setting of the performance was imitate, and the stage was purposefully used as a tool to involve the audience, not separate them from the cast. For example, on one occasion the viewers were taken to the Venetian variety show, where the direction was reversed so that the audience were put in the position of the performer, and the characters were idly watching. Therefore in the context of a university playhouse, it aptly warns the audience to the ideas and aspirations easily acquired in education, when a step back isn’t taken to analyse what is occurring.

Moreover than clever ideas, the theatre production showed off fluency in foreign languages, imaginative use of props, mime and the use of voice to mimic squawking parrots, hostile weather conditions and bouncing trampoline gymnasts. All of which composed an entertaining, and indescribable show.


http://www.warwickartscentre.co.uk/events/theatre/and-the-horse-you-rode-in-on

Sunday, 30 January 2011

Danish Dance Theatre ‘Enigma’, ‘CoDance’, and ‘Kridt’

I have been introduced to the world of dance (since Strictly Come Dancing is not a valid first meeting,) through a performance given by the Danish Dance Theatre. Enigma, CoDance and Kridt - a blend of contemporary and ballet – were not performances governed by colour, elaborate scenery or costumes (the male dancers appeared to be wearing pyjamas); but of dance in its purest, utterly unequivocal form - no ornamentation, no flourishes, just crisp, fast-pace, unconceivable flexibility, and creative movement.

Enigma, the first of the three twenty minute sets, was a routine with the same imagination as Dali’s vivid dream. In places it was simply surreal, with costumes and movement like spiders or ants scurrying across the stage. With a dramatic narrative, and frequent surprises - as does the enigmatic - it was perhaps the most tense-making of the three. This intensity was echoed in the tightly held positions and severe stares – the women often appeared like a creature somewhere between a machine and a porcelain dolls. Despite such incongruence, a strong motif unified the complex choreography made of four intertwining couples. These reoccurring patterning was to represent a code produced by an encryption device called ‘Engima’, utilised by the German army in World War II. Appropriately then, this was a highly rhythmic, and fast-pace dance.

CoDance was in stark contrast to Engima. This narrative of testosterone from a prison playground, came to shift the atmosphere dramatically, and immediately after the introduction of a tribal drumbeat. Instead of the music simply supported the dance, this beat became the rhythm for the male dancers to imitate with their bodies. The couples (two drummers, two dancers) represented steep competition, and so were aptly presented as though in an army line-up. As the drummers interweaved more and more complex rhythms, building energy to its solid foundation, so two more dancers, and then another, joined to mimic the dancers before, much like a round and as the one drummer had done to the other. This was music and dance applauding each other to a maximum effect.

Kridt was perhaps the most impressive, with further on stage delights to enhance its imaginative choreography – chalk, and a blackboard the width of the stage that formed its backdrop. All elements of the dance’s design served to emphasise contours. The opening riff was created by a lyrically performed writing of an incomprehensible sequence of letters on the blackboard - as each one was written it bore a different pitch and rhythm. It was ingenious. There was a certainly to this dance exemplified by the writing on the wall that was to illustrate the permanency of the past. This story looked back on past events, replaying memories that were inseparable from emotions of intimacy and shame. New lines and marks such as outlines of once present people were added across the course of the dance. And so we were reminded of death’s imminence. It is no surprise, further reinforced by soaring strings, that love and loss are the persisting themes from the text of Ecclesiastes, of which it was based upon. In terms of the original narrative, and the routine’s depiction of it, this was the most powerful of all the dances.

One further point on the last dance is that Art has a profound ability to reach to our heart and soul, and so dance is no exception. Kridt was compellingly worshipful at the nature of its dance. (This is separate from the fact that its subject matter was taken from the Bible) I sensed the spirituality in it, before I read about it. This was a matter of experiential knowledge – the practice of which is a whole spiritual necessity in itself.


Saturday, 29 January 2011

A New Venture

It’s time I branch out. The more I appreciate art, photography, sculpture and architecture, the more I find inspiration in the arts of performance - theatre, plays, film, dance and music. Many times over the last year I’ve started to write some thoughts on one of the following impressive performances I’ve seen: the Shakespearan play As You Like It; Jamie Cullum live at the proms; Cirque de Soleil; and now I will begin with what I saw this week…

I hope you enjoy these too.

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