Wednesday, October 28, 2015

A Doll's House Revisited - Natasha Nicholson: The Artist in Her Museum at MMoCA


When you enter the first gallery, the "Thinking Room" as it's called, of the Natasha Nicholson:  The Artist in Her Museum exhibit, you see an inviting cream-colored divan.  It sits amidst lovingly arranged pieces of artwork by Nicholson's friends.  On expansive display at the Madison Museum of Contemporary Art (MMoCA) until November 8th, this is an exhibit that keeps drawing me back.

This astounding show lures you to take meditative rest.  It acts as a kind of comfortable chair in a quiet space after a tiring day.  My most fruitful visit took place on September 22nd, when I attended a tour led by the petite yet formidable Ms. Nicholson herself.  She shared her thoughts & feelings about this major exhibit of her art, more or less as she displays it at home.

Silent Buddha (2014), Nicholson's somber assemblage, is situated at an appropriate entry point.  It harkens you mysteriously to her work:  a 6-inch black wooden statuette stands inside a frame against a white wall, its right hand severed, its head bound with red thread.  It's an attractive, enigmatic, vaguely ominous presence.

Nicholson admitted to our group of twenty visitors that she finds it hard to leave these things after spending hours at MMoCA, as she is wont to do.  Born in wartime (1945), Nicholson says that she arranged her personal "treasures" with secretive devotion as a girl growing up in St. Louis.  This self-described autodidact seems to have had a precocious artist's eye as well as a keen collector's enthusiasm at a tender age.

Surprisingly for someone so clearly cultivated, so fond of foreign objects, Nicholson said that she didn't visit Europe until she was 30 years old.  "How you live with objects is important," Nicholson told us.  She said that she prefers to gather "precise and consistent" things.  She gets them everywhere:  from the sidewalks around her Schenk's Corners studios, at estate sales & thrift stores, even via the Internet.

The objects that Nicholson has curated & arranged in the four MMoCA gallery spaces struck this appreciative viewer as charming, eccentric, even eerie.  Surrounded by a rusty iron rocking-horse frame, an age-faded Chinese lamp, a"spirit painting" of a dead child (circa 1840), glass-tipped titanium electrical thread & a thousand other odd items, the wondering mind is encouraged to delight in the rich, diversity of human products. 

In the "Studiolo" (Italian term for cabinet of curiosities), for example, a tall shelf of books, mostly about art & culture, rises high beside an armchair upholstered with West African beadwork.  The walls of Nicholson's replica parlor ("always in flux," she explained) are painted dark green.  She displays items ranging from Bavarian hunting amulets to a "dumb piano," a one-third-scale piano keyboard that folds into a black wooden box, used for practice while traveling.

The "Bead Room" gently guides you to the exit, which doubles as the entrance to MMoCA's fine museum store.  As you pass the silent parade of objects - beaded jewelry, embroidery, photos & drawings - you get a sense of what Nicholson means when she says that she was influenced more by painting than sculpture.

In the final ramped wall-space, you can enjoy images of models & masterpiece paintings from fashion magazines which, Nicholson explains, are a "source of ideas and connections" for her.  The artist embodies the spirit of sharing that art & culture strives to achieve.  She is generous with her creative output, allowing us to observe her personal possessions in this large, yet intimate MMoCA exhibit.

Nicholson offers a kind of post-modern silent Doll's House for adult art-lovers.  Henrik Ibsen would've appreciated it:  "Hedda Gabler & A Doll's House center on female protagonists whose almost demonic energy proves both attractive & destructive for those around them.  While Hedda has few similarities with Nora in A Doll's House, many of today's audiences & theatre critics find Hedda's intensity & drive to be more complex, less comfortably explained than Nora's rather routine feminism." [- Wikipedia, Henrik Ibsen, edited]

Please see this inspiring MMoCA show before it's dismantled next month.  You'll feel right at home, meaning occasionally discomfited with the world & its artifacts.

Links:
http://www.mmoca.org/exhibitions-collection/exhibits/natasha-nicholson-artist-her-museum
http://natashanicholson.blogspot.com/p/cabinet-of-curiosities.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henrik_Ibsen

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Metaphysical California: Jenny Lewis, The Voyager

Jenny Lewis in 2006
A friend who knows more about rock music, including the unglamorous business of music, than I do admitted that she didn't know The Voyager album.  Released in 2014, this laid-back yet challenging indie-pop album by Jenny Lewis suggests a 21st-century film noir.  It's a satisfying meta-movie set to a groovy soundtrack by a self-deprecating hipster.  Lewis is an artist who's unafraid to get personal, even confessional, in her candor.  The Voyager is her long-awaited masterpiece.

At times this ten-track record suggests the disciplined soul of Beach Boys wunderkind Brian Wilson.  It follows in the footsteps of Fleetwood Mac in its 1977 heyday.  Jenny Lewis is the aesthetic heir of the Laurel Canyon '70s scene.   Singer-songwriters such as Joni Mitchell & Neil Young thrived in that environment.  The Voyager is a shimmering collection of introspective songs, a brilliant collaboration with producers Ryan Adams & Mike Viola.

As the similarly gifted Neko Case, Cat Power & Aimee Mann do on their best records, Lewis takes the listener on a trip to aural Nirvana, traveling through a landscape populated by lonely people.  There's "a john gettin' a hand-job on the balcony below."  She rests at a cosmic motel where "you'd better hide the weed 'cause the maid is at the door."  Lewis moves gracefully from acid-tongued resentment ("Just One of the Guys") to a restless dream-reverie ("The Voyager").

Indeed, on the title track Lewis offers a world-weary, yet stoical, deadpan mantra for aspiring fellow escape-artists in search of Paradise Lost:

Jenny Lewis, The Voyager (2014) - cover artwork

The voyager's in every boy and girl
if you wanna get to heaven get out of this world . . .
You're the voyager! I'm the voyager!

Whether it's performed live, broadcast or commercially recorded, good music is angelic & generous.  As novelist Rick Moody puts it in his masterful book of essays, Celestial Music & Other Adventures in Listening (2012):  "Music has soul."  Moody goes on to expand his thesis with an intriguing argument, albeit rather awkwardly phrased:

"Why music, then?  Because when we sing it and play it, we are not only imitating the things that are, but we are [also] praising the things that are, and praising is good, and you find it, too, in almost any account of heaven.  The angels sing their praises, and when we sing, according to, among other, the Levites, we are imitating the angels." [- p. 280, italics mine]

Moody laments the loss of vulnerability in contemporary popular music, as exemplified in Otis Redding's riveting live performance of the Memphis soul hit "Try a Little Tenderness" at the Monterey Pop Festival (June 1967).  "Longing, and compassion, and tenderness are heavenly, and they make you better than you otherwise were."

Jenny Lewis's songs are rife with melancholy longing & melodic tenderness.  Her recordings have always felt intimate.  She's a clever, compassionate & bemused artist.  Other musicians respect her skills, as evidenced by the notable guest artists who appear on her albums.  Benjamin Gibbard (Death cab for Cutie) performs on Rabbit Fur Coat.  Benmont Tench (of Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers) & the Watson Twins play on The Voyager.  Beck & Ryan Adams also perform on The Voyager.

Lewis is keen to project an attractive media image in her CD artwork.  The Voyager, for example, features a booklet of photos of Lewis posing in sunny weather wearing a pastel rainbow jumpsuit.  Even when issuing work with other musicians, she's a self-confident artist who wears her heart on her sleeve.

Jenny Lewis, in fact, reveals a genius for collaboration.  Her first major group, alt-county indie-rockers Rilo Kiley (1998-2011) issued several good records & toured regularly.  Signed as a solo artist by Conor Oberst to the Team Love label in 2004, Lewis put out the poignant Rabbit Fur Coat album (2006), featuring the gorgeously harmonizing Watson Twins, Chandra & Leigh.  More recently, she made the intriguing Jenny & Johnny album I'm Having Fun Now (2010), a project shared with her romantic & artistic partner Johnathan Rice.

Ironically, this California-based angel arrived via Sin City.  Born Jennifer Diane Lewis in Las Vegas to show-biz parents in January 1976, Lewis was a child actress.  Her film work ranges from a comic pre-teen role in Troop Beverly Hills (1989) to a dramatic role at age 21 in Pleasantville (1998).   Lewis has a family legacy to build on:  her singing mother Linda & a Harmonica Gang member father Eddie Gordon instilled ambition in Jenny.  Fortunately for Lewis's fans, her Ma & Pa apparently encouraged their precocious redheaded girl's considerable talents early on.

Jenny Lewis continues to take advantage of visual platforms.  In 2014, for example, she contributed an exclusive track, "Completely Not Me" (a collaboration with Rostam Batmanglji of Vampire Weekend), to that semi-feminist HBO show Girls.  Indeed, Jenny Lewis plays well with others.  She covered the Traveling Wilburys' "Handle with Care" in collaboration with M. Ward, circa 2006.  She appeared as a guest artist on Brandon Flowers's album Flamingo (2010).  And she sang a lovely duet with Elvis Costello on CBS's Late Show with David Letterman in 2011, when her Acid Tongue CD came out.

Throughout her nearly 20-year music career, she has demonstrated how to make sound-art that's catchy & yet gets deep.  Put simply, The Voyager rings true.  It's a fascinating document, one artist's take on loss & yearning.  A memorable portrait of our era, a time after "the Twin Towers fell / and it all went to hell."


Monday, August 10, 2015

Steve Earle & the Dukes take Mad City by storm

Steve Earle plays harmonica & guitar simultaneously 

No sane, pop-musically aware person denies that Steve Earle is a great songwriter.  Several superb Americana artists have recognized Earle's genius by covering his tunes.  They make for a diverse Who's Who, from the sublime to the ridiculous:  Johnny Cash, Joan Baez, Waylon Jennings, Emmylou HarrisVince GillPatty Loveless, Travis Tritt & that achy-breaky Miley maker, Billy Ray Cyrus.

 Steve also plays his own songs brilliantly in concert.  I've now witnessed him do it twice & I can attest to the Hardcore Troubadour's enduring performance chops.  But on Saturday night (August 8th) at the Barrymore Theatre in Madison, Wisconsin (USA), Steve Earle & the Dukes blew the roof off the joint with a pair of groovy covers, both rock 'n' roll radio hits released in 1966:  Jimi Hendrix's menacing "Hey Joe" & The Trogg's riff-rich "Wild Thing."

The latter was itself a cover of a Chip Taylor song first recorded by an obscure US group, the Wild Ones, in 1965.  And it was later covered, of course, by the Jimi Hendrix Experience during their incendiary set at the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival.


cover art by Tony Fitzpatrick, a Chicago-based painter 

Steve Earle & the Dukes played a half dozen numbers from their bluesy February release, Terraplane (New West Records; produced by Ray Kennedy).  One of the finest cuts is "You're the Best Lover I Ever Had," a touching duet between Steve Earle & Eleanor Whitmore.  In his liner notes, Steve explains why he turned to the blues for inspiration on his 16th studio album:

"Hell, everybody's sick of all my f***ing happy songs anyway."

Part of what made Saturday's concert feel special was Steve Earle's charming affection for the people of Madison - or "Mad City," as he called it in one of his many brief but entertaining monologues.  Ever the gentleman, Steve said he understood long ago that we Madisonians "know what's going on."

Introducing "My Old Friend the Blues" (from his masterful 1986 album Guitar Town, which also delivered such gems as "Someday" & "Fearless Heart," which the audience also got to hear live on Saturday), Earle quipped:

"There are many remedies for the blues," Steve said.  He paused dramatically, then delivered the punchline:  "But there is no cure."

There's also no cure for idiocy.  I'm talking about that inebriated concertgoer intent on ruining the experience of others through his obliviousness.  For example, at this show I had to deal with a pair of drugged-out, talkative, gesticulating morons in the row of folding chairs ahead of mine.  I could finally take no more, so I leaned in to serve a reality check to one of those young buttheads (he was sporting a red bandana headband, no less).

"Less talk and more listening, otherwise I'll have all of you f***ers ejected.  Got it?"

Apparently he did.  After recovering from the shock of my threat, he moved up to the front row.  Even so, he was warned by ushers several times to stay in his seat instead of dancing in the aisle He finally left the show early & went outside to bother a pedicab driver.  By then, I'd already relocated to the back of the 1000-seat theater, where the volume of the music didn't quite require earplugs.

The Dukes are a tight backing unit.  On drums is Will Rigby, a co-founder of power pop pioneers the dB's.  Will has been a member of Steve Earle's crew since the turn of the century.  The giant acoustic & manly electric bass was handled by Kelly Looney, a collaborator since 1988 who now resides in France.  Opening duo The Mastersons, comprised of husband Chris Masterson (lead guitars, vocals & celebratory pick-tossing) & wife Eleanor Whitmore (fiddle, keyboards & vocals), fill out the band.

In addition to his growling baritone vocals, Steve Earle chimed in on rhythm guitar (acoustic & electric), mandolin ("Galway Girl"!) & harmonica (when possible, using a retro hand-held microphone).  He has a forthcoming memoir in 2015, the year ol' reliable Steve turned 60 (in January).  Onstage the ex-con & former crack addict mentioned that he's celebrating 20 years of sobriety this year as well.

The Terraplane was an affordable automobile, manufactured by the Hudson Motor Company from 1932 to 1938.  I advise you to take a ride with Steve Earle & the Dukes on this tour.  Their late model Terraplane blues album, featuring all original Steve Earle songs, will take you to some beautiful sonic places.  Precious few records manage to accomplish that much nowadays.

Links:
http://steveearle.com/
"Go Go Boots Are Back" (audio stream)
Twangnation 's Terraplane review & update on Steve Earle
http://www.americansongwriter.com/2015/09/steve-earle-tackles-confederate-flag-controversy-with-mississippi-its-time/

Monday, July 13, 2015

La Fête de Marquette 2015 highlights

photo by Katie Jean

Cher Anne (Director of Alliance Francaise de Milwaukee):

As promised, here's my report on La Fête de Marquette, held in Madison (Wisconsin/USA) from July 10th through 13th.  It's a fundraiser for the WilMar Neighborhood Association, by the way.  This music & food festival is set in a park carved out of the railroad corridor & post-industrial wasteland of the near east side.  There was a Ferris wheel & a prize-filled roulette wheel ($10 a spin) for additional entertainment.  The people-watching was fantastic.

A French flag hung above the stage, alongside the Texas state flag, the Wisconsin state flag & a fourth one that I didn't recognize.  Maybe Quebec's provincial flag?  I didn't attend the opening Thursday night.  Two bands played on the Main Stage:  The Lost Bayou Ramblers (folk-sounding) & The Revivalists.  Meanwhile, a Willy Street Co-op members meeting was held in the tent.

On Friday night New Orleans native Ivan Neville played with his funk band Dumpstaphunk.  When I lived in the Crescent City (1980s), I met Ivan's cool uncles Aaron & Charlie Neville & his sweet cousin Charmaine Neville - all of whom are also musicians (The Neville Brothers, etc.).  Johnny Chimes (cool name,non?) played La Bistro Tent Stage.  Again I didn't attend, but I heard Dumpstaphunk from my backyard a few blocks away.  We grilled out with a visiting friend, a Swiss native who now lives in Hawaii.

Saturday's line-up was appealing, but I only attended briefly at night, when it was cooler.  Robin PluerMrs. Fun and The Cajun Strangers played the tent stage - I heard the latter & they played good dance music with Cajun-French lyrics.  Jeffrey Broussard & the Creole Cowboys played on the main stage, followed by Feufollet, Jon Cleary & the Absolute Gentlemen and the great Louisiana bluesman Sonny Landreth.  I ate some pasta Bolognese & pad thai & drank good local beer, as good beer fans are wont to do.

Finally, on Sunday afternoon I worked the WORT-FM (community radio) booth, selling t-shirts & CDs, taking inventory & handing out listener questionnaires from noon till 2:00.  Performers included the Ótimo Madison Brazilian Dance troupe,BelOLoJoParis Combo & the headliner:  the irrepressible zydeco bandleader CJ Chenier & the Redhot Louisiana Band.

How was the Bastille Days festival in Milwaukee?  I've loved watching Robin Pluer sing Edith Piaf songs there in the past.  Not to mention eating those delicious apple tarts!
Truly,
Joe Crawford Mrazek
a/k/a Muse of the Weird

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Toe-tappin' tunes & swingin' lessons in jazz history: 2015 Isthmus Jazz Fest highlights


Esperanza Spalding with her instrument 

Madison (Wisconsin/USA) music fans were treated to several groovy events during last weekend's Isthmus Jazz Fest on the Terrace.  Here are my quick takes on the four most memorable events & gigs that I attended.

ONE
The Girls in the Band:  finally, a documentary film about some key women in jazz history

Ever heard of saxophonist Roz Cron?  Trumpeter Clora Bryant?  Jazz pianist Toshiko Akiyoshi?  Regretfully, neither had I.  This 2011 documentary film, produced & directed by Judy Chaikin, schooled me in a long neglected subject, namely women players (as opposed to singers) who made a mark in the history of jazz.  It covers the topic comprehensively, from the big band-based Swing era to today. 

The audience at the Friday evening (June 19th) screening in the UW Memorial Union's Frederic March Play Circle was - to put it kindly - select.  Serious fans of American music must see this engaging blend of interviews & live performances. Moving from the grainy, black & white 1930s into the digital-color 21st century, these ladies could swing hard.  And many of those profiled, including Diana Krall & Esperanza Spalding, still do.

With the new Nina Simone documentary, What Happened, Miss Simone? by filmmaker Liz Garbus, hitting theaters this weekend, the subject (female innovators & civil-rights heroines in jazz & soul music) remains timely.

TWO
Pop & Jazz - When Worlds Collide, a performance talk by Dave Stoler & friends

Yet another substantial treat for a non-musician music-writer like me, this lecture by professorial pianist Dave Stoler was both enlightening & fun.  Joined by sax-playing singer Al Falaschi, bassist Jon Christensen & drummer Jamie Ryan, Stoler offered six songs as exemplars of the happy collision of the usually divergent pop & jazz genres:

1. "I Got Rhythm" - this 1930 show tune by George Gershwin soon transcended Broadway with its lurching rhythms & catchy chord changes.
2. "Caldonia" - a jump blues (proto-rock 'n' roll) sensation for Louis Jordan & the Tympany Five in 1945.
3. "Nature Boy" - a breakthrough hit for Nat King Cole in 1948 (written by Eden Ahbez).
4. "Yesterday": The Beatles' 1965 smash hit that Stoler said shows Paul McCartney's jazz influence.
5. "Moondance" - Van Morrison's 1970 album chestnut, with a modal sound derived from Miles Davis's "So What?" 
6. "You Are the Sunshine of My Life" - Stevie Wonder's 1973 chart-topper features jazz-based harmonies by one of the coolest cats on record.

Stoler holds a Masters degree in jazz-piano performance & he plays with several jazz outfits, including his own trio as well as the Tony Castañeda Latin Jazz Band & Madison's Donald Fagen tribute band Steely Dane.

THREE
Meet Freddy Cole, Gentleman Jazzman - Stories & Jokes in the Play Circle

Nat King Cole's younger brother isn't too hip to admit that he digs "toe-tappin' tunes."  In other words, he prefers dance music, as jazz primarily used to be.  Cole became an international star by virtue of the baritone singing & piano playing on display in his funky Freddy Cole Sings orchestral album (UK, 1976).  The 80-something gentle, elegant Grammy nominee entertained a small audience in the Play Circle with his stories & jokes for nearly an hour. 

Looking sharp in a dark blue pinstriped suit, Cole chided musicians who disrespect their audiences by not dressing well for the occasion. Cole was interviewed by the musically gifted & genuinely curious host Chris Wagoner, president of the Madison Music Collective. A jazzman who understands the value of measured pleasures, Cole released his first album in 1952 (a 78-rpm record). 

"My first big break was being born," Cole said.  "I made it because I earned the respect of my peers."  A resident of Atlanta since 1972, Cole was raised in Chicago, where his mother sang gospel & his father preached.  After the talk I thanked him & shook his hand.  It was an intimate conclusion to a heartwarming event.  I only wish I could've attended his Saturday evening concert.

FOUR
Tony Castañeda Latin Jazz Band: a perfect finale on the UW's Memorial Union Terrace

Tony Castañeda is a serious conga-player & bandleader, but he loves to joke around with his audiences. He was in fine fun-loving form on Saturday evening (June 20th) at the Terrace.

"Were ya gettin' tired?" he asks a couple who'd just enjoyed a long salsa dance number.  "Sorry," Castañeda explains, "but all our songs are nine minutes long.  That's because it's jazz, man." 

The rotating lineup that evening featured guest trombone player & former TCLJB regular Darren Sterud (The Jimmys), longtime saxophonist Anders Svanoe, Roberto Rengel (also in Grupo Candela) on timbales, Henry Boehm on bass & the inimitable Dave Stoler on keyboards.

On a Saturday when storms threatened to put a damper on the outdoor gigs, the skies cleared & the sunset cast a magic glow over Picnic Point & the Lake Mendota horizon.  An appreciative crowd of several hundred listeners joined Tony in embracing that line by gonzo writer Hunter S. Thompson "Good people drink good beer."

Meanwhile, pianist/singer Freddy Cole was playing Shannon Hall (formerly the Memorial Union Theater) with the UW Jazz Orchestra.  Generous as ever, Castañeda plugged Cole's competing gig, noting that tickets were still available.  

Maybe next year the organizers will let Tony Castañeda's band close the Isthmus Jazz Fest.  This year that honor went instead to the impressive Stan Kenton-inspired Sixties-style Neophonic Jazz Orchestra, a tightly arranged outfit of local jazz veterans.

[© 2015 by J.C. Mrázek]

LINKS:
Tony Castaneda Latin Jazz Band (May 2014 performance - Cardinal Bar, Madison):  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rIeFcBd1k4



Monday, June 1, 2015

A tale of two museums: 1915 centenaries inspire a pair of cool cultural events in southeastern Wisconsin this spring


I attended a pair of noteworthy museum events just north & south of Racine last month. Here is my report, along with some commentary. This blog-post should appeal to (1) military history buffs, (2) large-format lithograph poster aficionados, (3) old-time radio devotees, (4) classic movie buffs & (4) fans of the illustrious Orson Welles (1915-1985), a Kenosha native.

Orson Welles, 1937 (photo by Carl Van Vechten)
Part One:

Wednesday afternoon at the Charles Allis Art Museum: Marquette professor explains how French propaganda posters arose from the hope & horrors of World War I.

The Alliance Francaise de Milwaukee (AFM) sponsored another fine cultural event on May 6th. This one took place at the Charles Allis Art Museum, housed in a grand stone mansion on Milwaukee's eastside. Along with a generous buffet of bread, paté, cheese, veggies, sweets & a variety of French as well as Italian wines, AFM served its five dozen guests an informative cautionary lecture on European history & art. [Thanks to AFM executive director Anne Leplae for her exceptional hospitality & charm.]

The 15 propaganda posters on display are sepia-toned artifacts of a proud nation at war. They include two works by Théophile Steinlen (1859-1923), better known for his art nouveau cat images. For example, Steinlen's spare Journée de Regions Liberées (1919) depicts a crow resting on a crucifix overlooking a graveyard covered with spring greenery.

These 45-inch by 31.5-inch lithographs were gathered during the war by Milwaukee philanthropist Harriet Earling Fitch, whose work focused on the care & support of millions of fatherless children. They were donated by the family of Thomas Van Alyea Jr. The art is on display in the museum's Margaret Fish Rahill Great Hall.

Intended to raise both morale and money (i.e. bond-based loans) for the French war effort, these images are especially poignant in retrospect. An untitled 1917 color portrait by August Leroux (1871-1954), depicts an idealized intimate family moment: a bearded, helmeted soldier hoists & embraces a pale young girl whose almond eyes implore the viewer, while a woman nurses an infant in the monochrome background.

This year marks the centenary of several brutal battles of the so-called Great War (1914-1918). Marquette University history professor Julius R. Ruff offered a harrowing glimpse into an earlier one that afternoon at the Allis. The First Battle of the Marne lasted from September 5th until the 12th of 1914. Although it halted the alarming German advance towards Paris, an estimated 250,000 French soldiers were either killed or physically wounded in that bloody week alone. Countless others, including unlucky civilians, were psychologically damaged for life by having witnessed the loud furious gas-bomb slaughter.
Charles Peguy, French writer & combat casualty in 1915


Among the casualties was a noted poet, essayist & editor named Charles Péguy (1873-1915), who caught a bullet to the forehead. Over two million soldiers of various armies participated in the Battle of the Marne. It dampened hopes for a short & glorious war. Perhaps more ominously, the Battle of the Marne saw the first decisive use of reconnaissance aircraft in warfare. Small squadrons of those flimsy, vulnerable early bi-planes helped the Allies by discovering weak spots in the German lines.

If art can instruct as well as inspire us, we would be wise to heed the anti-war imagery of such humanistic artists as Käthe Kollwitz. Here is her simple post-war indictment in the form of of a lithograph, Mothers (1919):  http://www.kaethe-kollwitz.de/werkschau-en_14.htm.
Part Two:

Saturday afternoon at the Kenosha Public Museum: Orson Welles's War of the Worlds 1938 CBS radio broadcast discussed by Michigan author, then re-enacted by a local amateur troupe.


To commemorate the centenary of George Orson Welles' birth in Kenosha (May 6, 1915), the Citizen Welles Society of Kenosha organized several events in honor of the multi-talented artistic genius.

Mercury Theatre on the Air, a CBS version of director/actor Orson Welles & producer John Houseman's stage company, broadcast the legendary War of the Worlds radio drama on October 30, 1938. The Sunday evening (8:00 pm EST) show, an adaptation of the 1898 British sci-fi novel by H.G. Wells (1866-1946), had a vast national audience. It was such a credible fake, structured as a live-music show interrupted by increasingly scary news flashes, that it sparked a panic among listeners who missed the introductory disclaimer.

Thinking the Earth was being destroyed by creepy reptilian invaders crawling out of futuristic Martian spacecraft, people fled the cities or called flummoxed authorities for help. Michigan-based scholar A. Brad Schwartz, author of Broadcast Hysteria: Orson Welles's War of the Worlds and the Art of Fake News (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, NY: 2015), completed the picture. 

In response to my question, Schwartz said it's a myth that the radio show caused several deaths. He said that no credible evidence has yet been presented to prove a causal connection between the War of the Worlds broadcast & any listener deaths.  There followed, however, the deadly case of the February 1949 War of the Worlds broadcast in Quito, Ecuador. Enraged upon discovering that the show was merely an artistic deception, an angry mob attacked & burned the radio station, killing at least six people.

Welles painted spellbinding word-pictures. His compelling baritone voice even convinced many in his 1938 North American audience that the world was under Martian attack. On Saturday May 9th, RG Productions presented their re-enactment of that historic broadcast, starring Ed Godula as actor-director Orson Welles. It was fun to watch the sound-effects crew make auditory magic.

Enhancing the Orson Welles celebration for adults, Public Craft Brewing Co. released Public Hysteria, their refreshingly bold American Pale Ale (6.5% ABV), on May 8th. Surely Welles, a notorious imbiber & gourmand, would have approved of that tribute.

Movie Tip: Check out Me and Orson Welles (2009), directed by Richard Linklater & featuring an eerily spot-on performance by Christian McKay as the 22-year-old Welles directing & starring in his modern-dress, fascism-themed production of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Based on the novel of the same name by Robert Kaplow, this comedic drama exquisitely captures Manhattan in autumn 1937. I found it more entertaining & artistic than Linklater's Oscar-winning film Boyhood (2014). I watched it at a special screening at the Kenosha Public Library on May 13th, followed by a live telephonic discussion with Kaplow.

Links:

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Mad Men scene set in Racine (WI), my hometown

Dear Media Consumers:
How will Real Racine exploit last night's episode of Mad Men (AMC TV drama, now set in 1970) to promote our hometown?  Jaded adman Don Draper's mention of driving straight through from New York to "Racine, Wisconsin" - plus that weird scene purportedly set in a house here - offers loads of opportunity for local boosters. 

I'd suggest a new public-art contest for downtown.  Entrants would simply draft an ad campaign that draws on the rebel spirit of the Sixties, while providing a vaguely positive slogan that encourages techno-consumerism.  My entry:  Racine:  Make the Scene, Be the Meme.  Selfie op!

Ironically,
Joe Crawford Mrazek
Racine, WI (U$A)