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Wednesday, July 27, 2016
A Doobie on Grass: Michael McDonald Delivers a Fine Free Show on the Elk Grove Village Green -- Chicago Concert Review
Michael McDonald and band
Village Green, Elk Grove Village, IL
July 26, 2016
If asked to name a male rock singer with a really beautiful voice, likely coming first to mind--since the late 1970s--would be Michael McDonald, who sang with The Doobie Brothers from 1976-82.
Though I was just 10 years old when "What a Fool Believes" hit #1 in April 1979--and thus too young to closely identify with it as I have on occasion over the years--it was a song I loved back then, and still do, in large part due to the splendor of McDonald's higher octave singing.
The Doobies were one of the first bands I ever saw in concert, with my family at the 1982 edition of ChicagoFest on Navy Pier, but though throughout McDonald's long solo career I've long considered him someone I wouldn't mind seeing if the right opportunity presented itself, I obviously haven't steadfastly tried to make that happen.
But thanks to the wonderful Pollstar website, which lists tour dates for pretty much everyone everywhere, I became aware that Michael McDonald would be doing a free show in Elk Grove Village on Tuesday night.
You can see the full setlist here, which delineates the origins of each song, but with a band of clearly first-rate musicians and a talented backup singer, the highlights were many.
Given that McDonald was playing a free concert in a suburban park filled with sling chairs largely before sundown, while quite understandably seated at his keyboard throughout, the evening didn't exactly burn with tenacity nor excitement.
But at 64--which means he wasn't even 30 during his run with the Doobies--his voice still sounds great (if occasionally a bit deeper) and I relished hearing songs like "Sweet Freedom," "It Keeps You Runnin'," "I Keep Forgettin'," "I Heard It Through the Grapevine," "Minute By Minute," "This Is It," "What a Fool Believes," "Yah Mo Be There," "Takin' It to the Streets" and others, delivered about as well as I could have hoped.
So I can't be sure how much of the crowd--or to what extent--embraced several rather humanistic (possibly, though not overtly, read as left or liberal leaning) comments from McDonald about respecting your fellow man, ending all the violence and murder in our midst, ensuring and furthering civil rights, etc. (including quoting Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.).
But I appreciated his remarks and the social bent he brought by opening with a song called "Peace" and performing covers of Burt Bacharach's ode to communal benevolence, "What the World Needs Now is Love" and Marvin Gaye's rebuke of injustice, "What's Going On?"
Though I don't think it prompted anyone to take to the streets, it was a rousing end to a satisfying showcase for one of the best singers of his era.
And a voice that still demands being heard.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Ours Go to 11: Volume 12, Less Heralded Foreign Films I Highly Recommend
Many of the films below are far from secrets, including Oscar winners and nominees.
My intent is to highlight some foreign films I've greatly enjoyed beyond what I perceive as fairly well-known masterpieces like La Dolce Vita, The Seven Samurai, Bicycle Thieves, Rules of the Game, Cinema Paradiso, City of God, A Separation, etc.
Of various vintages, I've purposely chosen just one movie per country of origin. These are all foreign language films and thus the list does not include quality movies from England, Ireland, Australia, etc.
This is not intended as a ranking, nor a comprehensive list of worthwhile films.
1. Blancanieves (Spain, 2012)
2. The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (France, 1964)
3. The Son (Belgium, 2002)
4. Ballad of a Soldier (Russia, 1959)
5. Wadjda (Saudi Arabia, 2012)
6. The Burmese Harp (Japan, 1956)
7. Ida (Poland, 2013)
8. Yesterday (South Africa, 2004)
9. Wild Tales (Argentina, 2014)
10. Mother (South Korea, 2009)
11. Sin Nombre (Mexico, 2009)
And a few more
Phoenix (Germany, 2014)
The Matchmaker (Israel, 2010)
Central Station (Brazil, 1998)
Smiles of a Summer Night (Sweden, 1955)
Monsieur Lazhar (Canada, 2011)
The Song of Sparrows (Iran, 2008)
Peepli Live (India, 2010)
Malèna (Italy, 2000)
As always, I would love to hear some of your picks.
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Labels: Cinema, Favorite Foreign Films, Film, Foreign Films, Movies, Ours Go to 11, World Cinema
Monday, July 25, 2016
Hot and Coldplay: Band Provides a Dazzling--If Not So Substantive--Feast for the Senses -- Chicago Concert Review
(opening acts Foxes and Alessia Cara did not perform due to the weather)
Soldier Field, Chicago
July 24 (also played July 23)
I have to imagine that everyone who saw Coldplay at Soldier Field on Sunday night--especially in braving pre-show storms of "biblical proportions" in the words of singer Chris Martin--had a whole lot of fun in enjoying the British quartet's sound & vision extravaganza.
I certainly did.
Say what you will about the band's music--and I'll get to such an appraisal shortly--but the band has made an art form of turning virtually every song into a spectacle akin to a Super Bowl halftime show.
I'd seen a press blurb about a prior show on the A Head Full of Dreams tour that--in praising all the pumped-up pomp--said something to the effect of Coldplay "begins where most other bands end."
And indeed, after opening acts Foxes and Alessia Cara were precluded by monsoons for the second straight night--I'm still not sure if they were to play together or separate--Coldplay took the stage around 9:20pm, with a Maria Callas aria ("O mio bambino caro") and then Charlie Chaplin's humanitarian speech from the end of The Great Dictator blaring over the PA, wristbands aglow throughout the stadium and Martin jaunting down a long catwalk as "A Head Full of Dreams" exploded with color and light (and sound).
As on the concert's 4th song (not counting a snippet of "Sweet Home Chicago,"), the lovely piano ballad, "The Scientist" from 2002's A Rush of Blood to the Head--still the band's best album, IMO--Coldplay showed cognizance that occasional valleys were needed amid a 2-hour succession of songs mostly infused with "Can we top this?" flash and flourish.
It was undeniably fun and festive, and per my @@@@1/2 (out of 5) rating, I generally loved it more than not.
Coldplay has certainly built an impressive career--selling out multiple nights in U.S. football stadiums would seem to cement their standing as the biggest band to arise in the 21st century--with a solid canon of upbeat, positive songs. (See Sunday's Coldplay setlist here.)
And the ever-gracious Martin is an energetic, effervescent front man who aims to please, even to the point of bringing a kid at his first concert onstage to watch him play "Everglow" alone on piano from up close. (Except when Martin pointed them out, guitarist Jonny Buckland, bassist Guy Berryman and drummer Will Champion were relatively inconspicuous most of the night.)
And to their credit, after a few tours I found to be fairly rote 90-minute performances, back in 2012 and again in the present Coldplay has amplified the visceral excitement of their shows by turning practically every song into a carnival of its own.
That said--with genuine admiration--during the concert there were times when I couldn't help but feel that A) all the pomp and circumstance was probably a bit too much and B) it served to mask the reality that there isn't a whole lot of depth, differentiation or sophistication to Coldplay's music, sonically or lyrically.
Back in 2002, when the terrific A Rush of Blood to the Head marked a clear leap forward from their fine debut album, Parachutes, and the band blew me away in a relatively intimate show at Milwaukee's Eagles Ballroom--they were already filling Chicago's UIC Pavilion at the time--it felt to me that Coldplay could well be destined to become "the next great rock band," of an ilk to rival U2.
There never seems to be much angst, social observation, personal reflection/revelation or ingenuity in their songs--"Clocks" still being their most musically vibrant--and perhaps they've knowingly ceded "the new U2" turf, at least qualitatively, to Arcade Fire.
And as such, the largely superb concert lacked the level of musical and emotional gravitas I embrace at the very best ones.
Many may consider this one of the best concerts they've ever seen, and I certainly wouldn't argue with their opinion.
But though I had a wonderful time with good friends, I don't share it.
I would concur the Coldplay has become one of the best in the concert business in delivering a dazzling show full of audiovisual wonder--and as someone who loves the art of performance, this isn't trifling praise. You don't delight 50,000 people by accident.
Yet while I like a good bit of it, their music rarely really matters to me.
And as further exemplified by a rather middling cover of David Bowie's "Heroes" that captured none of the song's pensive pathos ("Life on Mars" could have a been a better tribute given Martin's piano gifts) and three show-closing encores of new songs--"Amazing Day," "A Sky Full of Stars," "Up&Up"--offering rather trite sentiments amid confetti ("Politik" could have been a prime closer in this cantankerous election year), although this was a great concert, at the same time it reaffirmed my reluctance to consider Coldplay a truly great band.
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Sunday, July 24, 2016
Inspired by Black Lives Matter, Fleetwood-Jourdain Theatre's #LOVESTORIES Educates, Illuminates and Inspires -- Chicago Theater Review
Inspired by Black Lives Matter
A play in 3 parts:
History Fair by Tania Richard
A Shot by Gloria Bond Clunie
Third Rail by Marsha Estell
Conceived and Directed by Tim Rhoze
Fleetwood-Jourdain Theatre
at Noyes Cultural Arts Center
Thru July 24
Theater, in general, provides me with a tremendous amount of cultural enrichment.
And each summer, for the past 3 years--though the troupe has existed for 37--the African-American themes and perspectives intrinsic to the productions by Evanston's Fleetwood-Jourdain Theatre have provided me with considerable socio-cultural enrichment.
And enlightenment.
But also rather importantly and consistently, entertainment and enjoyment.
Not to mention a sense of community, with mixed audiences watching, thinking, laughing, feeling and applauding together, providing some sense of hope that one's skin pigmentation shouldn't present such an awful chasm--as it clearly does to many in our society.
With FJT Artistic Director Tim Rhoze--also an actor on the stages of Steppenwolf, Goodman, Northlight, Broadway and beyond--warmly greeting each patron on the way into and out of the theater the company occupies at the hopping Noyes Cultural Arts Center, my mom, sister Allison, a close family friend and I have routinely relished our visits to Fleetwood-Jourdain.
I didn't get a chance to see A Song For Coretta, revolving around conversations among those paying
their respects to Mrs. Coretta Scott King--widow of Dr. Martin Luther King--but heard that FJT's first presentation of 2016 was excellent.
And even though I'm writing this just hours before the last performance of #LOVESTORIES, with little expectation that it will motivate anyone to rush over to the Noyes Center at the last minute--though tickets should be available at the door--I valued the experience of seeing it enough to want to document it anyhow.
Though the subject matter and actors would render the triptych rather interrelated regardless, they are more overtly connected by the incisive vocalizing of spoken word artist Jackie Colquitt, who also appeared in the plays themselves Saturday night as an understudy for the absent Krystel T. McNeil.
The first of the pieces--probably not long or fully dramatized enough to be fairly deemed "plays" in a typical sense, though each quite compelling in its own right--is History Fair, written by Tania Richard.
personifies a pupil participating in a school History Fair (akin to a Science Fair).
Rather than speak about Abraham Lincoln, MLK or the newly buzzworthy Alexander Hamilton, Syncere's character of Amelia presents the egregious litany of slain police brutality victims, to whom the other cast members briefly give voice and remind that--whether Laquan McDonald, Sandra Bland, Eric Garner, Michael Brown, 12-year-old Tamir Rice or far too many others--"I was loved."
Along with it being imparted that there have been many such female victims besides Bland, we are told that the Black Lives Matter movement was begun by three mothers, in hopes of fostering a new system to "prevent this from happening to others."
As with everything I've seen by Fleetwood-Jourdain Theater and the remainder of #LOVESTORIES--including A Shot, in which a heartbroken and anxious grandmother threatens the life of a white politician--History Fair never bristles with militancy nor advocates violence, but rather portrays understandable frustration, incredulity and urgency, as when Amelia emotes, "What we need is radical empathy, radical change, radical reform, radical love."
Although few are likely to actually see this vignette, I'm still loath to convey all the specifics of what unfolds.
Yet it becomes rather riveting--and perhaps more so unsettling given the recent killings of cops (obviously after these works were written)--while seeming to honestly reflect the frustration and resentments of African-Americans over not only horrific injustices, but the unceasing spate of neighborhood murders the police and politicians seem unable (or unwilling) to curb.
The final piece, Third Rail by Marsha Estell, is the most dramatically ambitious vignette, but though terrifically acted by Syncere, Colquitt, Downs and Justin Wade--as a wishing-to-transition transgender black man--it was also the most challenging in terms of its message congealing in my mind.
But that I could empathize with all the characters in Third Rail, and in #LOVESTORIES as a whole, reiterated what I always knew.
That Black Lives Matter.
Not in competition or comparison to any other lives, just equally and--with an appreciation that each black life matters--every bit as specially.
Understanding that I haven't given readers much of a chance to get to the final performance of #LOVESTORIES, I thought I would advise that the Fleetwood-Jourdain Theatre will be presenting Single Black Female by Lisa B. Thompson on the weekends between August 6-21 and will also be hosting a couple of concerts and a fundraiser. Click the link for details.
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Thursday, July 21, 2016
Ours Go To 11: Volume 11, My Favorite Bruce Springsteen Songs
1. Backstreets
2. Badlands
3. Thunder Road
4. Born to Run
5. Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
6. The Ties That Bind
7. Darkness on the Edge of Town
8. The Price You Pay
9. Incident on 57th Street
10. Something in the Night
11. Born in the U.S.A.
And a few more
The River
My Love Will Not Let You Down
Here's a link to a Spotify playlist of these songs, and a player you can just listen to here.
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Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Diss and Makeup: Legendary Ladies Help Make 'War Paint' More Than a Cosmetic Success -- Chicago Theater Review
War Paint
a world premiere musical
Goodman Theatre, Chicago
Thru August 21
Of the myriad Tony Award winners and other musical theater luminaries I've seen over the years--Bernadette Peters, Sutton Foster, Idina Menzel, Kristen Chenoweth, Kelli O'Hara, Joel Grey, Chita Rivera, Audra MacDonald, Brian Stokes Mitchell, Laura Benanti, Jane Krakowski, Joanna Gleason, Bebe Neuwirth, Harvey Fierstein, Mandy Patinkin, Michael Cerveris, Alan Cumming, George Hearn, Michael Crawford, Nathan Lane, etc., etc., etc.--I don't think there are any I hold in higher regard than Patti LuPone.
Hence, I feel quite fortunate to have seen her onstage 10 previous times, though only once in a full-scale production—as opposed to a concert or concert staging of a musical—which was in Gypsy on Broadway.
And I was thrilled when I learned that Chicago's Goodman Theater, to which I have been a subscriber for most of this century—and where, it's worth noting, I have seen Nathan Lane, Diane Lane, Brian Dennehy, Jeff Daniels, Victoria Clark, Jefferson Mays and other pretty esteemed names—would host the pre-Broadway world premiere musical, War Paint, starring LuPone and another two-time Tony winner, Christine Ebersole (who I had seen in Grey Gardens on Broadway).
The creative team behind the 2006 musical Grey Gardens reconvened for War Paint, with Doug Wright penning the show's book, music by Scott Frankel, lyrics by Michael Korie and Michael Greif serving as the director, as he notably also did for the original production of Rent.
Based on seeing War Paint without any familiarity with the songs--given that it's a world premiere--nor much pre-existing awareness or even interest in Rubenstein, Arden or the world of women's beauty products, I can't say I yet perceive it as a truly great musical.
While the narrative moved along quite deftly under the masterful Greif--whose Next to Normal was also brilliant--I wasn't entirely riveted by the stories of the two empresses, their companies and their right-hand men who switch sides throughout. (As the only two primary performers besides LuPone and Ebersole, John Dossett and Douglas Sills are terrific as Tommy Lewis and Harry Fleming, respectively.)
And while Frankel & Korie have crafted several fine songs to further the narrative--as they did with not only Grey Gardens but a musicalized version of Far From Heaven that I really liked in a local production earlier this year--in keeping with my feelings about those shows I imagine I'll be hard-pressed to long recall many of the tunes from War Paint. Writing this just two nights after seeing the show, the title song and Arden/Ebersole's "Pink" are the only songs I can specifically name without looking at the Playbill (although I noted several others as standing out in the moment).
But not only are the professionalism and skill that went into this production abundantly evident--including notably from set designer David Korins--getting to see Patti LuPone and Christine Ebersole sing and act makes War Paint something beautiful to behold.
LuPone has one of the greatest voices I've ever heard, which she delectably demonstrates on songs like "Back on Top," "Now You Know" "Forever Beautiful" and several duets with Ebersole and/or others: "A Woman's Face," "Hope in a Jar," "My American Moment," "If I'd Been a Man," "Face to Face," "War Paint," "Beauty in the World."
To artfully maintain the accent even when singing is impressive on LuPone's part, and helps maintain the dichotomy between the scientific Rubenstein and the more overtly image-creating, Ontario-born Arden, but I can't deny that it made some of the dialogue and lyrics difficult to catch and/or digest.
If seems part of the point of the portrayals of the business-women and even their brands to show that Elizabeth Arden--who Ebersole personifies with delightful sass and who at one point in time pretty much defined the color pink--is more outwardly endearing, but even with great regard for dramatic authenticity and the eminence of immigrants, I might suggest softening Rubenstein's accent, particularly in song, to let LuPone's brilliant vocal instrument majestically envelop the audience more naturally.
At the Goodman, War Paint clearly provides an attractive look at great women, meaning LuPone & Ebersole and Rubenstein & Arden.
Even without knowing much of the biographical backstory or the once dominant brands--only the continued existence of Elizabeth Arden Red Door salons has slightly powdered my consciousness--the arc of Rubenstein and Arden's rise, bitter rivalry, personal triumphs/struggles, regulatory challenges, stubborn missteps and eventual declines doesn't offer a tremendous amount of surprise. (The inclusion of Charles Revson, founder of Revlon, provides a nifty business school parable, and Erik Liberman is fun in the role.)
It's hard to imagine many who could care less about makeup than I do, but Patti LuPone and Christine Ebersole could probably sing the ingredient list from a package of nail polish--I once had to proofread such--and merit a standing ovation.
And War Paint is considerably more alluring than that.
Until Hamilton rolls into town, this is probably the musical theater event of the year in Chicago, and though tickets are scarce and pricey--being a subscriber once again proved quite fortuitous--the run has been extended deep into August, so perhaps seats will become easier to score.
I don't imagine those well-versed in the genre will dub War Paint the best musical they've ever seen, but save perhaps for Broadway, this is presumably the best you'll ever see it.
And not just one but two of the best leading ladies the idiom has ever produced makes it a joy to witness face-to-face, even at first blush.
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Monday, July 18, 2016
Great Depression -> Great Expression: Art Institute's 'America After the Fall' Rises Beyond Hopper, Wood, etc. -- Art Exhibit Review
America After the Fall:
Painting in the 1930s
The Art Institute of Chicago
Thru September 18
(Note: Clicking on images will enlarge them.)
I've always been stirred by the contemplative melancholy in the paintings of Edward Hopper, likely my favorite American artist.
So the inclusion of three borrowed Hopper masterworks--as shown nearby--was alone sufficient for me to visit, value and enjoy the Art Institute of Chicago's moderately-sized exhibition, America After the Fall: Painting in the 1930s. (The AIC's own, brilliant Nighthawks by Hopper dates from 1942 so wasn't part of the exhibit in the Modern Wing, but is a must-see on any visit to the museum.)
But in addition to a nice curatorial bent--with informative wall text noting how following the stock market crash in 1929 that begat the Great Depression, painters re-examined American values, cast a spotlight on newfound hardships, looked back through depictions of American history and captured rural landscapes, urban entertainments, Dystopian visions and more--what made the exhibit quite worthwhile was the number of fine pieces by artists I'd never heard of, or only little knew.
It is cool that an artist like Grant Wood--who by virtue of his quirky American Gothic (1930) being a mainstay of the Art Institute's permanent collection well may be the first painter many Chicagoland schoolkids come to know--is also represented in the exhibit through at least five less-famed works (at least in these parts).
Plowing and even the grisly Death on the Ridge Road show that he was just as much--if not more so--a landscape artist as a portraitist.
And although I've always assumed that American Gothic depicted an Iowa farmer and his wife, the placard accompanying the painting in the exhibit informed that the woman is rather the man's daughter.
With noted regional/rural American painters Thomas Hart Benton and John Steuart Curry also represented, it was fun to see Wood's landscapes accompanied by the whimsical Erosion No. 2--Mother Earth Laid Bare by Alexandre Hogue, an artist with which I wasn't familiar.
Similarly, while I relished seeing a Stuart Davis abstract I hadn't seen previously (see below)--even in compiling a fairly in-depth online exhibition about him--and works by Jackson Pollack, Georgia O'Keefe and Ivan Albright, my eyes were opened just as much by several far less known artists.
These included names I knew but whose oeuvres I haven't much surveyed--Marsden Hartley, Reginald Marsh, Archibald Motley, Charles Sheeler, Walt Kuhn--and several that were completely new to me, including:
Paul Cadmus, Federico Castellon, Aaron Douglas, Joe Jones, Helen Lundeberg and William H. Johnson, among others.
I'll include exhibition pieces by many of these painters below, but one of the works that most beguiled me was The Eternal City by Peter Blume, whose The Rock I've long loved at the Art Institute, but from whom I knew no other paintings.
It's probably hard to tell unless you click to enlarge The Internal City, but along with images of ancient Rome and much else, Blume surrealistically depicts Benito Mussolini as a green-headed Jack-in-the-Box.
Rather than taking up numerous galleries in the Art Institute's Rice Building like most of their major exhibition, America After the Fall fits into the Modern Wing's considerably smaller first-floor exhibition space.
Even those stopping to read all of the thematic and painting-specific explanations should get through all these fine works from the 1930s in an hour or less.
Which makes it about perfect for members to peruse if downtown for other reasons--as I was--or for tourists and other less-frequent visitors to comfortably add onto an exploration of the Art Institute's staggering and diverse permanent collection.
Not only should you get a good sense of the disparate tenors and themes depicted during a time of domestic turmoil between the the World Wars, you should discern that some of the most compelling artists to bring these perspectives to light are those about whom you--perhaps like me--have been kept largely in the dark.
But in addition to a nice curatorial bent--with informative wall text noting how following the stock market crash in 1929 that begat the Great Depression, painters re-examined American values, cast a spotlight on newfound hardships, looked back through depictions of American history and captured rural landscapes, urban entertainments, Dystopian visions and more--what made the exhibit quite worthwhile was the number of fine pieces by artists I'd never heard of, or only little knew.
It is cool that an artist like Grant Wood--who by virtue of his quirky American Gothic (1930) being a mainstay of the Art Institute's permanent collection well may be the first painter many Chicagoland schoolkids come to know--is also represented in the exhibit through at least five less-famed works (at least in these parts).
Plowing and even the grisly Death on the Ridge Road show that he was just as much--if not more so--a landscape artist as a portraitist.
And although I've always assumed that American Gothic depicted an Iowa farmer and his wife, the placard accompanying the painting in the exhibit informed that the woman is rather the man's daughter.
With noted regional/rural American painters Thomas Hart Benton and John Steuart Curry also represented, it was fun to see Wood's landscapes accompanied by the whimsical Erosion No. 2--Mother Earth Laid Bare by Alexandre Hogue, an artist with which I wasn't familiar.
|Alexander Hogue, Erosion No. 2--Mother Earth Laid Bare, 1936,
The Philbrook Museum of Art
These included names I knew but whose oeuvres I haven't much surveyed--Marsden Hartley, Reginald Marsh, Archibald Motley, Charles Sheeler, Walt Kuhn--and several that were completely new to me, including:
Paul Cadmus, Federico Castellon, Aaron Douglas, Joe Jones, Helen Lundeberg and William H. Johnson, among others.
|Peter Blume, The Eternal City, 1934-39, The Museum of Modern Art, New York, NY
It's probably hard to tell unless you click to enlarge The Internal City, but along with images of ancient Rome and much else, Blume surrealistically depicts Benito Mussolini as a green-headed Jack-in-the-Box.
Rather than taking up numerous galleries in the Art Institute's Rice Building like most of their major exhibition, America After the Fall fits into the Modern Wing's considerably smaller first-floor exhibition space.
|Paul Cadmus, The Fleet's In, 1934, U.S. Navy Art Collection
Which makes it about perfect for members to peruse if downtown for other reasons--as I was--or for tourists and other less-frequent visitors to comfortably add onto an exploration of the Art Institute's staggering and diverse permanent collection.
Not only should you get a good sense of the disparate tenors and themes depicted during a time of domestic turmoil between the the World Wars, you should discern that some of the most compelling artists to bring these perspectives to light are those about whom you--perhaps like me--have been kept largely in the dark.
|Aaron Douglas, Aspiration, 1936, Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco
|Federico Castellon, The Dark Figure, 1938, Whitney Museum of American Art, New York
|Helen Lundeberg, Double Portrait of the Artist in Time, 1935, Smithsonian American Art Museum
|Reginald Marsh, Twenty Cent Movie, 1936, Whitney Museum of American Art, New York
|Georgia O'Keefe, Cow's Skull: Red, White & Blue, 1931, The Metropolitan Museum of Art
|Stuart Davis, New York-Paris No. 3, 1931, Private Collection
|Jackson Pollack, Untitled, 1938/41, The Art Institute of Chicago
|William H. Johnson, Street Life Harlem, about 1939-40, Smithsonian American Art Museum
|George L.K.. Morris, Indian Composition No. 6, 1938. Brooklyn Museum
|Marsden Hartley, Mt. Katahdin (Maine), Autumn No. 2, 1939-40, The Metropolitan Museum of Art
|Joe Jones, Roustabouts, 1934, Worcester Art Museum
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Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Adele Has Me From "Hello" -- Chicago Concert Review
United Center, Chicago
July 10
(shows also on July 11 & 13)
(shows also on July 11 & 13)
The most important and obvious ingredient in a great concert is great music.
But it's no coincidence that many of my favorite live acts are those who do quite a bit of talking from the stage (or, in the case of bands, whose lead singers do).
It's not that I want a concert hall to feel like a lecture hall, but when artists speak openly to the audience—beyond the trite "How you feeling, Chicago?" and requisite "Thank you"—it adds to my emotional connection with them and their music.
Sunday night at the sold-out United Center, Adele sang better than any female performer I've ever heard live in a pop vein.
And that statement may be true even sans the reference to her gender and genre.
But what made the concert truly resplendent, and even transcendent, is that Adele spent more time talking onstage than anyone I've ever seen (save perhaps for the Smashing Pumpkins' Billy Corgan on a night of especially long-winded harangues).
In doing so, the biggest-selling artist of our time--and on her first arena tour, following the phenomena of her 25 album, it feels like Adele is seizing her moment in history--came off as genuine, genial, gracious and all the more likable than I had previously perceived.
After opening the show with "Hello" while rising on a second stage in the middle of the arena floor, Adele soon mentioned how her friends give her crap every time she utters that greeting.
And throughout the night, rather that traipse in generic or banal diva talk, she spoke about:
- Having been in Chicago for a few days and eaten at The Girl & the Goat and Shake Shack, the latter of which she avoids in her hometown of London because the lines are too long.
- That before slowing down upon becoming a mother, she could drink anyone under the table. And intends to again. (She challenged the entire crowd.)
- Her desire to stop picking her nose, learn how to cook and be able to do the splits.
- That she came to love the music of Alison Krauss through the Raising Sand album with Robert Plant, and wanted to perform a few songs in a similar style (notably "Million Years Ago).
- In doing so while seated, she noted that "My bum is too big for the stool" and was afraid of tipping over and having video of it go viral.
She also spoke candidly about her relationships, past and present, and the wonders and challenges of being a mother, sharing how emotionally difficult it was for her to diminish her time with her child and devote so much time to making music again (after the long gap that followed 21, in part because of her pregnancy and motherhood).
In everything she said, she came off as appreciative--about the hearty applause and her huge success in general--and self-effacing, having noted up front that "My music isn't that fun; it's all about me."
But when she did, it was sublime, with every song coming across marvelously. (See the setlist here.)
Highlights for me, just to name a few, included "Rumour Has It," "Skyfall," "Send My Love (to Your New Lover)" "Chasing Pavements," the massive crowd sing-along on "Someone Like You" and the ebullient closer, "Rolling in the Deep," complete with confetti.
Adele was onstage for more than 2-1/2 hours, and though probably 25% of that was spent talking, it added exponentially to my enjoyment of the concert and my appreciation of the artist.
I was sitting in the third level of the United Center, somewhat behind the stage, so I couldn't much see Adele's band thanks to an unnecessary curtain on the side--or even her straight-on most of the night--but the power of her voice, whether singing or simply speaking, was rather incredible to behold, and continues to resonate days later.
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What happened to the daughter Iris had to leave behind?
I had the privilege of recently talking to Iris's family and friends to thank them for their bravery and support. When I asked Iris's daughter how she was coping and what she was doing now, she replied, "I just completed nursing school and I am going for my master's degree as a nurse anesthesiologist."
My jaw dropped and my heart filled with admiration for this young lady who lost her mother at such an early age and the determination of the grandmother who raised her. You may remember that Iris was studying to be a nurse when she was murdered. She was robbed of fulfilling her dream. But through her daughter, Iris's dream lives on. The greatest tribute her daughter could pay to her mother's life is her ability to accomplish her mother's unfulfilled mission.
Homicide stories are never easy to tell. There is no real happy ending but this young lady left a legacy for us to remember. She overcame obstacles and emotional loss we can't even begin to imagine. What an incredible example she has made of her own life.
We can learn how to live by listening to the stories of the dead and learning from the loved ones who continue living on, courageously, despite tragedy.
8/20/2016 09:31:39 pm
Wow good for her!! Episode one was great. I had a feeling the boyfriend did it because he arrived @ the scene first
Miles Alexander
8/22/2016 11:17:16 pm
I'm going to be doing a lot of reading here, I see. Very good. The blog title made me think immediately of Henrietta Lacks. Would you say her naive contribution has had an impact on thanatology, too?
8/23/2016 01:59:55 pm
Yes! I'm going to be doing a lot of reading here too. These are really interesting! And, Henrietta's mistake didn't only impact the world of thanatology. She changed scientific research during her time, and the cells were used for medical research too. The cells from her body were used to form the HeLa Cell Line, an immortal cell line. It's so amazing now that I think of it again. By the way, do you watch The Coroner: I Speak For The Dead?
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Garden Fresh Salsa
2-3 medium tomatoes, quartered
1 small red onion, quartered
1 clove garlic
1 mild green chili, seeded & cored
1 handful cilantro
20 stalks fresh dill, optional
1 tablespoon white vinegar or lime juice
1/2 teaspoon salt, or to taste
1/2 teaspoon sugar, or to taste
dash cumin
dash paprika or chili powder, to taste
Place garlic and chili pepper in food processor. Process 5 seconds. Add onion and process 5 seconds. Add cilantro and optional dill. Process 10-20 seconds. Add tomatoes and process until correct consistency, stopping occasionally to scrape sides and rearrange any large tomato chunks. Refrigerate at least one hour to allow flavors to meld. Yum!
I made a bunch of this on Monday with the intention of it lasting us throughout the week.....well it was way too good and only made it to Tuesday afternoon. haha So I'm definitely going to make a larger batch next time. I omitted the dill and the sugar and used half a jalapeno & half an anaheim chilli pepper and it created just he right spice. I ate some right after I made it and some the next day and it definitely tasted better the next day. So its good advice to give it time to absorb all the flavors. Awesome stuff, thank you!
This is the best fresh salsa ever! I was seriously addicted to this over the summer. I omitted cilantro and used parsley instead (because I don't care for cilantro :P)
I also used a bunch of fresh lime juice. Stunning.
I left out the cilantro and sugar. I used a yellow tomato and added a can of tomato sauce. It was very very good!
This sounds so fresh and delicious! I haven't made it yet, but in this summer heat, it would be the perfect accompaniment to a refreshing summer meal. I love spicy fresh salsa, and this sounds so flavorful!
This was great! I skipped the dill, and added twice the cilantro, garlic, and salt -- super fresh and delicious!