On Thursday July 17th I’ll be hosting a business forum for the City of Stonnington on marketing. The regular ‘Roosters and Feather Dusters’ forums aim to give local business people fresh and useful information – and a chance to socialise and network. There’ll be a panel of three expert guest speakers, the event starts at 6:30 pm at the Malvern Town Hall, and drinks and nibbles are provided – contact the City of Stonnington for more details.
And i recently spoke with a fascinating and deeply wacky American artist on Radio National’s Lingua Franca program on Saturday May 17th. I interviewed Nina Katchadourian in her Brooklyn home when i was in New York in April. She’s done a project called Accent Elimination where she employed a voice coach to try to teach her parents (a Swedish-speaking Finnish literary translator and an Armenian- Turkish-Lebanese social science professor) how to speak with a so-called ‘pure American accent’, at the same time as she tried to learn how to speak with their inimitable ‘foreign’ accents. I’m not pulling your leg. (If you missed the live broadcast, you can always podcast it)
On Thursday June 5th i hosted a World Environment Day public forum at the St Kilda Town Hall for the City of Port Phillip. The four guest speakers were looking at practical solutions to the threat of climate change:
• Hon John Thwaites (Professorial Fellow Monash University Sustainability Institute) on the social impacts of climate change
• Suzie Brown (Environmental Consultant) on changing behaviour and adapting our homes
• Ric Brazzale (Director, Carbon Market Economics) on what governments can do
• Brendan Condon (Managing Director, Australian EcoSystems) on the potential for community action
If you’re heading down to the Mornington Peninsula on Sunday June 15th, and fancy some singing and tootling, you might like to consider coming along to my next recital. It’s a program of art songs and clarinet pieces by French composers, including Faure, Hahn, Poulenc, Roussell, Bozza, and a stray Dane with a French-sounding name (Jens Bjerre). I’ll be accompanied by pianist Katherine Gillon and the concert begins at 2:30 at the Rosebud Uniting Church, Murray Anderson Rd, Rosebud. Tickets are $10 at the door, and you’ll get afternoon tea for that, too.
And i’ll be talking to a fascinating and deeply wacky American artist on Radio National’s Lingua Franca program this weekend (Saturday May 17th, 3:45 pm). I interviewed Nina Katchadourian in her Brooklyn home when i was in New York last month. She’s done a project called Accent Elimination where she employed a voice coach to try to teach her parents (a Swedish-speaking Finnish literary translator and an Armenian- Turkish-Lebanese social science professor) how to speak with a so-called ‘pure American accent’, at the same time as she tried to learn how to speak with their inimitable ‘foreign’ accents. I’m not pulling your leg. (If you miss the live broadcast, you can always podcast it)
If you’re interested in sustainability and small business, you might like to check out the podcast of a forum i chaired last week for the City of Stonnington – ‘Green is the New Black‘. Guests included Rob Gell (weatherman and environmental crusader), Katie Patrick (founder of the Green Pages) and Amanda Nutall (from the NetBalance Foundation).
If you are looking for a good film to see, i can happily recommend ‘The Edge of Heaven’. Set in Germany and Turkey, it is an intricately-woven tale about a Turkish man and his German-born son, the prostitue they befriend and betray, and her daughter, an idealistic young political activist. In fact, i suspect this is The Perfect Film. I’m still digesting it, three days later. One of the many outstanding actors in ‘The Edge of Heaven’ is Hannah Schygulla, who i remember from in a number of politically confronting German films in the 1980’s, so it was quite a nostalgia trip, seeing her beautiful but aged face staring out at me from the big screen. We saw it at The Classic but i’m sure it’s on elsewhere.
On the other hand, unless you relish the idea of spending an evening in a bleak famillial dystopia, avoid ‘Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead’. Not even Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s marvellous acting (nor director Sidney Lumet’s excellent track record – ‘Broadcast News’!) could console me when I was trapped in the second row, watching this depressing film about semi-accidental matricide. Oi veh…
So often i go to an opera and come away feeling underwhelmed. There’s usually something about the production that’s just not quite good enough to allow me to relax and fully enjoy it. But this week i saw something so good, i almost forgot i was at the opera. OA’s production of Richard Strauss’ ‘Arabella‘ is an unmitigated pleasure from start to finish. You have to love Strauss – that late Romantic lushness, that passion for soaring female voices entwined in rapidly modulating harmonies – and i do. So it was only a question of whether the voices would be full and warm enough to carry it off, and whether the acting would be convincing enough to allow the alternating comedy and the tragedy to drag you from laughter to tears in the space of a few bars They were.
A quick synopsis – Arabella’s father is a compulsive gambler, the family’s finances are dwindling rapidly, and he needs to ‘sell’ his beautiful daughter off to the highest bidder in order to avoid destitution. Arabella’s little sister Zdenka has been cross-dressing all her life, because the family can’t afford the cost of bringing two daughters out into Viennese society. Zdenkas fancies Arabella’s suitor Matteo, but is trying to be a good girl and sell her sister to him by writing him love-letters supposedly by Arabella. Enter the tall dark handsome WEALTHY stranger Mandryka. There’s a Viennese ball, there’s a case of mistaken idenity, there’s some late night hanky-panky, and it’s all resolved by the sensuous quaffing of a large glass of water. There’s a dash of proto-feminism in amongst the romantic folly – i reckon Zdenka rather enjoys wearing those trousers – and the cast was about as strong as it gets for an OA production – Cheryl Barker, Peter Coleman-Wright, Kanen Breen, Emma Matthews, Milijana Nikolic, Richard Roberts, and a wonderfully comic Conal Coad. It’s on until May 9th – see it if you can.
The week before i saw OA’s production of ‘Carmen‘ – some underwhelming performances (like i said…) but the set was great (i almost believed there was a bull-ring behind that big red wall) and fortunately Pamela Helen Stephen was a sexy Carmen with a huge expressive voice. Hard to believe such a powerful sound could come from such a diminutive woman, but she carried the night.
At The Toff In Town in Swanston St, local lyric soprano Vanessa West presented the latest incarnation of her one-woman show ‘Puccini’s Women‘ last Sunday afternoon. Just who were the damsels who inspired Tosca, Mimi, Musetta, and all those other memorable but mostly doomed operatic heroines of Signor Puccini? See this show on Sunday 4th May and you’ll find out.
And for sheer entertainment, there’s the MTC’s production of ‘The 39 Steps‘, a sweet theatrical piss-take of the conventions of Alfred Hitchcock’s films. Four actors play over 100 characters (there’s a lot of hat-swapping) and Marcus Graham seems to relish his role as the devilishly handsome but hapless romantic lead who is led astray by a femme fatale. Just not sure whether our tax-payer dollars should be sponsoring something as light and entertaining as this. Whatever happened to the commercial theatre sector?
Is it true? Was i really at the Brooklyn Academy of Music’s Harvey Theatre watching Paul Simon (tiny, aged, grandfatherly) strumming his guitar and singing songs from his musical ‘The Capeman’, accompanied by the Spanish Harlem Orchestra? Must be, i’ve got the obligatory photo of Me Walking Across The Brooklyn Bridge to prove it (see Photographs, in Portfolio section of website).
New York has floated off into the dimming past, and it’s back into the cultural fray in Mel-Born.
Whence i arrived just in time to catch a Comedy Festival show on the very last day of the festival. Frank Woodley (formerly of Lano and Woodley) had concocted a winning piece of physical theatre (with some ventriloquism and guitar-strumming thrown in for good measure) called ‘Possessed’ which was on at the daintily-dusty Comedy Theatre. Would you believe it was about a social introvert and model ship-maker who becomes possessed by an Irish slip of a girl from the 19th century who is seeking a mysterious object, wit’out which her accursed soul will never rest in peace, to be sure, to be sure. The ship-spotter falls in love with her, which leads to some interesting experiments in theatrical onanism, and a lot of falling down the stairs. Very funny, a little bit moving, and if not ground-breaking, a t’oroughly enjoyable afft’rnoon’s entertainment (to be sure, etc.)
Opera Australia is in town, and i saw ‘Carmen’ this week. The most important ingtedient was there – a charismatic, sexy mezzo-soprano in the role of Carmen – Pamela Helen Stephen – truly a slip of a girl, but with a voice that could stop a train. You could believe that sane men would throw away perfectly good careers in the military just for a chance to polish her dusty boots. The tenor (Rosario La Spina) was less believable, in part because his bulk makes it hard for him to move with any fluidity on stage. And the voice seemed tired at the beginning of the performance, but warmed up in the third and fourth acts. I loved the set – ACCA-style rust-red walls behind which i actually believed there might be a Spanish bullring. The orchestra sounded strong and sweet, and though (or perhaps because?) the stage direction was intensely busy, it was always interesting.
‘Un Ballo in Maschero’ next week, followed by ‘Arabella’ – watch this space.
Walked from the East Village to the United Nations yesterday for a tour of the building. A beautiful but forbidding French woman told us all about the different meeting chambers, and the various Scandinavian countries who had donated and designed them, and somehow the vision and idealism of the UN’s original purpose was convincing, in spite of what we know about the awful compromises and corruption that have been the reality.
Then on to the Frick Museum, an astonishing private collection of paintings, sculptures and decorative arts housed in the mansion of a late American industrialist called Frick. Rooms and rooms of Whistlers and El Grecos and Rembrandts and Vermeers (three out of only 35 that exist!) and Bellinis and Renoirs. I didn’t want to leave. But Greewich Village beckoned – and an eating-and-drinking marathon that began with oysters and rose in Cornelia St, followed by gluten-free pizza in Bleecker St, followed by red wine at the Blue Ribbon bar around the corner.
I’ve also done the Staten Island ferry ride past the Statue of Liberty (where a man standing behind me at the rail told his friend a great story about how his father was rejected the first time he tried to emigrate from Europe to the USA, via immigration authorities on Ellis Island, because his brother, an actor in the Yiddish theatre scene in New York, tried to persuade the authorities he could support the younger brother and the mother – by flashing huge wads of stage money!)
And of course a visit to Macy’s department store, which is filled with flowers at the moment – an indoor, instore garden show – here i bought myelf a big black coat to combat the bitter cold of this freezulating city. Works a treat.
Currently spending two weeks in New York, trying to choose from amongst the gazillions of cultural offerings here – no easy task. So i’ve been spreading the load – some visual arts, some performing arts, some music, some dance, some weird combinations of all of the above.
PS122 is a former primary school in the East Village, converted into an experimental performing arts venue and currently run by Australian artistic director Vallejo Gantner. Saw two shows there:
‘Bride’ – a funny, disturbing, dystopic puppet show which imagines God as a wrinkled old guy with a monkey-slave who patches him through to pleading humans via an old telephone exchange. Trouble is, God can’t really help – and even suicide is not an option, because all the big old books (the Bible, the Koran, the Torah) say he’s here for eternity. So he tries to create a son to take over the job, but each prototype (puppet) son turns out to be flawed, and is banished to a rat-infested basement of heaven. There’s a happy ending, involving a reconstructed giant goddess, and a moment of awkward sentimentality which undercuts and undermines the kooky, clever humour of the rest of the piece. Interesting enough, nevertheless.
‘Democracy in America’ – a concept show, in which every bit of it is for sale – each line, each movement, each song, each video projection. Bewildering. More anon.
PS1 is another former school, in Queens (graffiti capital of the world?), now a big multi-level gallery currently exhibiting Wack! a retrospective of feminist art from the last few decades. Paintings, videos, sculptures, collages, frocks, from women artists from all over the world. Funny, angry, clever, with work from women who are internationally famous (Louise Bourgeois) and others whose work has been important in the USA but hasn’t travelled as far.
Went to The Met to see a new production of Benjamin Britten’s opera ‘Peter Grimes’. Beautiful singing, such sweet acoustics in that enormous space. Very dark production, both literally and mood-wise, in which Teddy Tahu Rhodes made his Met debut as Ked Keene. Uniformly good acting – i guess they don’t have to choose, here, whether to go with the best actors or the best singers. They take their pick of the Complete Package. Loved the fact that New Yorkers didn’t bother dressing up to go the opera. No smell of mothballs, no fur coats. It’s all normalised.
Saw a couple of very interesting exhibitions at the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) – one called Design and the Elastic Mind – all about design and the digital age. Favourite exhibit there was the Future Families Project, by Elio Caccavale – a series of plastic blow-ups toys representing each of the ingredients potentially involved in creating a baby these days – eg. Dummy Tummy, Fertility Egg, Fertility Sperm, Fertility Tummy – ‘a baby today can have up to 5 people responsible for its birth – sperm donor, egg donor, surrogate mother, couple of any gender combination, or single mother or father.’ Why not use toys to explain it all to a child?
And next door on the same floor – ‘Color Chart: Reinventing Color, 1950 to Today’ – featuring the Andy Warhol silk-screened ‘Marilyn Flavors’ – Lemon Marilyn, Cherry Marilyn, Mint Marilyn, etc., and Marcel Duchamp’s last painting (before he moved on to urinals), featuring a cascade of lozenge-shaped color samples from a paint manufacturer’s catalogue.
And – of course – Paul Kelly, at Joe’s Pub on Lafayette – comfy chairs, tall ceilings, dim lighting, great acoustic, happy crowd, end of the tour – hooray!
Moving Target is on at the Malthouse Theatre until March 29th, and if you have siblings, you’ll love the opening scene. A group of six people are spread around a sparsely furnished room, including a young man sitting on a office chair who teases a young woman by making silly mouth noises. This goes on for quite some time. As sibling teasing did, according to my recollections. Soon the group of people start to play hide and seek, which in a sparsely furnished room is no mean feat. They tell stories about children, they count up to one hundred, they roll themselves up in carpets, they hide behind the sofa, and by the end of the night, what began as a memory of the quiet cruelty of childhood games has become a deeply disturbing, prismatic look at our fear of The Other. You’ll laugh and then you’ll get goose bumps.
The Comedy Festival Gala moved to the Vodafone Arena this year. Sooooooooooooo big. I got lucky and sat near the front. It’s a great sampler for the Festival – so here’s who you should consider seeing:
Mark Watson – wacky Welshman who you’ll want to take home and keep as a pet
Shane Warne the Musical (in progress) – Eddie Perfect meets Casey Bennetto (Keating the Musical) meets a Playboy magazine
Fiona O’Loughlin – the Bad Mother is back, and now she’s menopausal (and has misplaced her cervix)
The Umbilical Brothers – so so so skilled, these boys – Marcel Marceau eat your heart out (and yet – may you rest in peace)
Nina Conti – ventriloquist with a monkey hand puppet – sounds dodgy but she’s clever and funny and a little bit sicko
I’m heading to New York this week for a couple of weeks. Will try to keep you posted as regards my adventures in the Big Apple.
On Monday 2 July 2007, Dr. Mohamed Haneef was arrested at Brisbane International Airport for allegedly assisting a terrorist organisation. Detained for 12 days, Haneef made history by becoming the first person detained under the extraordinary provisions of Australia’s new anti-terrorism laws.
Based on the transcripts of the following interrogation, playwright Graham Pitts and director Gorkem Acaroglu have turned Dr Haneef’s interrogation into a two-man play.
I saw the opening night of a short season of ‘Haneef: The Interrogation’ at the Gasworks Theatre in South Melbourne recently. Whilst it was interesting to eavesdrop on the interrogation techniques of an Australian Federal policeman, it didn’t work so well as theatre. The production claims to ‘raise the possibility of the extinction of civil liberties in an increasingly censored society’, a threat which i take very seriously. But this interrogation doesn’t offer strong evidence that such a threat is imminent. The policeman questioning Dr Haneef seemed to me to be simply doing his job, and in the absence of any outrage-provoking interrogation techniques, the writer was forced to create a small chorus of two commentators who try to persuade the audience that what they are watching is indeed outrageous.
The real outrage in the Haneef incident was in the way our conservative federal politicians used the case to provoke fear and xenophobia in the wider community, and how Dr Haneef was eventually deported from the country on the basis of selectively leaked information and innuendo. Now THAT would be an interesting subject for a work of theatre.
It will have another season soon at La Mama theatre in Carlton – decide for yourself.
Over at The Arts Centre, the Melbourne Theatre Company is offering a production of Tom Stoppard’s play Rock’n’Roll. It follows the lives of three generations of one English family caught up in the ideological battles of the Cold War, and of a Czech student who lives through the momentous political changes in Eastern Europe in the last three decades of the 20th century.
The acting is very strong; I’ve never seen Genevieve Picot do better work on the stage. It’s a long play, and at times the pace seems too hurried for the complex content – perhaps the director was worried about our short little spans of attention. But the intellectual and emotional content is fascinating – idealism versus the brutal reality of human political behaviour – Marxist communism versus the Stalinist corruption of that vision – and the anarchic, dionysian pleasures of rock’n’roll (and love) versus the authoritarian impulse to control and limit those pleasures. I came away wanting to read the script, at my own pace, to take it all in.
In the Fairfax Studio at the Arts Centre you can see ‘Love Song‘, a Seinfeld-meets-Woody-Allen-style American comedy about love and madness. It has a relentless kind of hysteria to it, and yet it’s also deeply sentimental. Funny, exhausting, and in the end not entirely satisfying. But Thomas Wright, who plays a vulnerable young man called Beane, is marvellous. Watch his hands closely, for a lesson in the craft of building up a character with physical idiosyncracies.
Paul Kelly: A to Z – “C” Songs Available For Free Download from March 1st
The rollout continues. On March 1 Paul posted new recordings of 8 songs starting with C and taking down February’s Bs.
A couple of songs released by other artists but not until now by Paul make their
debut – (The) Cake And The Candle first performed by Kate Ceberano and Renee Geyer
as well as Cradle Of Love by Ann Kirkpatrick and Kelly Willis. Coma, a tune
co-written with Professor Ratbaggy, is now a strange klezmerish mutation
with clarinet by Sian Prior. Check out Charlie Owen’s Slide Guitar, a
tribute to a man, and the stark and shivery Change Your Mind.
Click here to collect your free downloads.
For a long time now I’ve been planning to watch the Australian drama series ‘Love My Way’ on DVD. Having just seen the new adaptation of Moliere’s play Tartuffe at the Malthouse Theatre, written by the creator of ‘Love My Way’ – Louise Fox – i’m heading straight to the video store. Fox handles the English language like a Harlem Globetrotter handles a basketball – immense skill hidden behind delicious playfulness. This modern-day Tartuffe (Marcus Graham) has been transformed into a bling-wearing, Bible-bashing Don Juan. His victim, Orgon (Barry Otto) is a Toorak toady and the co-conspirator of a fictional fraudster called ‘Vizard’. It’s loud, it’s sexy, and it’s really really funny.
The Victorian Opera recently celebrated Puccini’s 150th anniversary with a concert that mixed some operatic ‘greatest hits’ with his less well-known religious work, the Messa di Gloria. There were some exhilarating solos from bass Paul Hughes, tenor James Egglestone and soprano Rosamund Illing, but the highlight for me was the Victorian Opera chorus, a thrilling sound en masse, and proof that there are many more excellent singers in this country than there is work for them.
You might like to check out the Sidney Nolan retrospective at the Ian Potter Centre (National Gallery of Victoria). I saw the same show at the Art Gallery of NSW over summer, and though i confess to not being a passionate fan of this Australian artist’s work, the exhibition does show you the full arc of his career as a painter. Keep an eye out for an exquisite early painting called ‘Luna Park in the Moonlight’. Takes your breath away.
So many good films out there at the moment! The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is directed by Julian Schnabel and is based on the autobiographical book of the same name (in French – Le Scaphandre et le Papillon) by Jean-Dominique Bauby. It’s an intensely visceral re-creation of what it would feel like to be completely paralysed by stroke, with the exception of one eye-lid. Somehow Schnabel creaties lyricism out of claustrophobia. Max von Sydow, who plays Bauby’s elderly father, will make you weep.
And if you’re in a book club, go and see The Jane Austen Book Club. Robin Swicord has made a charming chick flick for the literary-minded, and there is a bunch of great roles for women ‘d’un certain age’ in this film – enough reason to support it, i say!
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