The Gaming Table

Restoration comedy—the stuff of sexual innuendo and other extravagances following the reopening of the London theatres by Charles II—is most famously represented by writers like John Dryden and William Congreve.  (I once played the silly, awkward, country girl, Miss Prue, in Congreve’s Love for Love when I was a drama student – imagine that!)

But, even though I studied restoration comedy and have had an acquaintance with it as a theatre goer, I had never heard of Susanna Centlivre—that is, until the Folger Theatre presented The Gaming Table.  They had the press preview last night.  It has been directed by Baltimore area native, Eleanor Holdridge (who directed Everyman Theatre’s Pygmalion recently).  In her program note she says,

 “As a woman director working on a play from one of the few Restoration women playwright, I have found inspiration through the centuries.  Centlivre walks a tightrope, I believe, in creating a romantic comedy, while ensuring that the women are not simply ciphers of the men they marry, but independent thinkers who find love without compromising other ambitions.”

If you think that women’s roles were still played by men in Shakespeare’s time, just 100 years before Centlivre became a celebrity playwright, it is particularly fascinating to see a play so driven by the female characters.  This production is part of Folger Shakespeare Library’s 2012 celebration of one thousand years of women writers—and it’s a wonderful romp.

A Shameless Plug for my Next Cabaret Show

 

 

Valentine’s Day is coming, whether you like it or not. Personally, I’ve always been a big fan of V-day, even in college, when artsy student types like myself were expected to shun it as a “Hallmark holiday” & pretend to be far too intellectual to exchange cards & chocolates on February 14th. I’m a hopeless romantic, okay? I was that way even when my love life looked, well, hopeless. As I’ve gotten older, however, I have become somewhat jaded about the day. Perhaps Jim & I have spent one too many Valentine’s evenings in overcrowded restaurants, smushed in next to couples who barely spoke to one another at dinner because conversation would have kept them from repeatedly checking their cell phones for incoming texts & emails. Prix fixe menus aren’t really our style, either, & those tend to be the V-day norm this day & age.  After an “epic fail”  service experience while dining out last Valentine’s, we decided to stay in this February 14th unless we found something really great to do.

This is where Henry Wong, owner of An die Musik, comes in. I’ve known Henry for years & have had the privilege of singing at his performance venue (An die Musik Live!) several times, so when he approached me about doing a Valentine’s Day cabaret show, I jumped at the chance. I love singing musical theater & standards, & this show will give me the chance to dust off some fun repertoire that I’ve known for years (“Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend”, “Whatever Lola Wants”, etc.) I’m also learning new material, including “Ain’t There Anyone Here for Love?” & “Some Other Time.” Two very talented gentlemen will also be performing that night – my accompanist, Douglas Brandt Byerly, & Jim Knost, bari-tenor & “Mr. Neal.”  Oh, & Henry tells me that the ticket price ($10) includes a complimentary glass of bubbly & sweets from Patisserie Poupon. Tres bien!

So, if you’re looking for an unconventional way to celebrate this Valentine’s Day, here are the details:

Love, Sex, Romance at An die Musik Live!

Tuesday, February 14th, 2012 @ 7:30pm

409 North Charles Street, Baltimore, MD 21201

410-385-2638

Hope to see you there!

 

 

 

 

 

 

“…deep down in their private lives”

I sometimes wonder if a musician feels inhibited by great performers that have gone before. If a cellist, say, is learning Bach’s cello suites for the first time, would they listen to Pierre Fournier or Yo-Yo Ma for inspiration, or would they just try to interpret the music strictly from the notes they read on the page? The same goes for all the countless recordings of Beethoven’s piano sonatas, or, for a conductor, the myriad recordings of symphonies by Haydn, Mozart, Schubert or Dvořák.

I was thinking about this in light of the Everyman Theatre’s current production of Noël Coward’s Private Lives. We know that he wrote it as a vehicle for himself and Gertrude Lawrence, and there are even recordings of their clipped, rapid-fire delivery. When divorcées, Amanda and Elyot, discover that they are honeymooning with their new spouses at the same hotel, and they try to make small talk:

“Amanda: How was China?

“Elyot: Very Big.

“Amanda: And Japan?

“Elyot: Very small.”

Simple enough, but hilarious, given their delivery.

There was the transporting production of Private Lives with Alan Rickman and Lindsay Duncan on Broadway in 2002, where they seemed to make the roles their own with a verve and energy that was sheer delight, and Kim Cattrall is giving it a go in New York even as we speak.

Deborah Hazlett and Bruce Nelson are giving their interpretation at Everyman until December 11th, and, I when I interviewed them, Deb’s response to performing in the shadow of those who have gone before seemed just right: use previous iterations as background and research, and then you have to let them go, because the interpretation that you eventually come up with will be uniquely your own. Bruce and Deborah are doing a good job of that.

Othello

I adore going to the Folger Shakespeare Theatre on Capitol Street in DC. Their productions are always inventive and wonderfully true to the text. On Sunday I went down to hear Othello. (I was seated right on the aisle of their little Elizabethan theatre and almost had Cassio on my lap at one point — very exciting!)

Shakespeare’s five great tragedies are all such an exercise in “what if” or “if only”. If only Friar John had traveled more swiftly, Romeo would have known that Juliet was drugged not dead. What if Lady Macbeth hadn’t goaded her husband to be so ambitious? If only Lear and his two older daughters had been less pig-headed, that whole tragedy could have been avoided. What if Hamlet had not been so indecisive? What if Othello had trusted in the fidelity of Desdemona rather than the circumstantial evidence insinuated by Iago?

Frankly, Othello drives me crazy. How can he go from being a loving husband and brave warrior to being so manipulated by Iago and consumed by jealousy? But, of course, Shakespeare was way ahead of his time with his psychological ideas, and, if one thinks of the slights that Othello suffered as a Moor, then it’s believable (even understandable) that he would be thin-skinned and insecure.

It’s a painfully thought-provoking work and, whether it’s Shakespeare’s play or the Verdi/Boito adaptation for opera, I always feel humbled by it.