Archives for March 2017

Lionel Hampton and His Orchestra plays “Midnight Sun,” written by Hampton, Sonny Burke, and Johnny Mercer, in a Snader Transcriptions film short of the same name shot in 1950. The featured trombonist is Benny Powell:

(This is the latest in a series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday)

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself (for God did not need to create). It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

In today’s Wall Street Journal I review a major Brooklyn revival of The Skin of Our Teeth. Here’s an excerpt.

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Thornton Wilder’s “The Skin of Our Teeth” is the Great White Whale of American theater, a masterpiece that nobody has seen. That’s not strictly true, of course: It still gets done by amateur troupes, and ambitious regional companies also take it on from time to time. But “The Skin of Our Teeth,” which was first performed on Broadway in a 1942 production directed by Elia Kazan and starring Tallulah Bankhead, Montgomery Clift and Fredric March, calls for a cast of 30, thus making it prohibitively costly to produce commercially today. It hasn’t been seen on Broadway since a 1975 revival that closed after seven performances….

For all these reasons, Theatre for a New Audience’s Brooklyn revival would be a major event even if it weren’t any good—and it is, praise be, quite extraordinarily good. Directed by Arin Arbus in a lively, imaginative manner that is faithful both to the spirit and the letter of Wilder’s text, this production triumphantly reestablishes “The Skin of Our Teeth” as one of the finest American plays of the 20th century…

More than most plays, you have to see “The Skin of Our Teeth” to appreciate its virtues. On paper it can sound twee, a historical pageant disguised as a “You Can’t Take It With You”-type knockabout comedy featuring the Antrobuses, a seemingly ordinary middle-class family whose members aren’t quite so ordinary as they seem. It emerges that Mr. Antrobus (David Rasche) is, among other things, the inventor of the alphabet and the wheel, that he, his wife (Kecia Lewis), his two children (Kimber Monroe and Reynaldo Piniella) and their maid (Mary Wiseman) are all 5,000 years old, more or less, and that the first act takes place during the Ice Age, which is why the Antrobus’ pets are a mammoth and a dinosaur. In the second act, they cope with the Great Flood, while the third picks up their story immediately after World War II….

Wilder sought to remind his viewers that humankind has survived unimaginable horrors throughout its long, bloody history, and will—or, rather, can—continue to prevail so long as it can muster the courage to push back against the darkness. The words he puts in Mr. Antrobus’ mouth in the final scene leave no doubt of his purpose: “I know that every good and excellent thing in the world stands moment by moment on the razor-edge of danger and must be fought for—whether it’s a field, or a home, or a country.”

If that speech sounds the least little bit preachy…well, it is. But Wilder took care to steer clear of sermonizing elsewhere by making most of “The Skin of Our Teeth” a wonderfully fanciful romp, a theatrical mixtape into which snippets of “Finnegans Wake” and the Book of Genesis, as well as a dollop of “Our Town,” are spliced….

It wouldn’t be hard—especially now—to superimpose an up-to-the-second High Directorial Concept (#resist, anyone?) on Wilder’s near-childlike optimism. To her infinite credit, Ms. Arbus declines the invitation. Instead, she turns her cast loose on Riccardo Hernandez’s wide-open set, most of which amounts to a giant gable and two walls, and encourages them to speak Wilder’s lines with an energy and simplicity of intent that are unspoiled by gratuitous cleverness….

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Read the whole thing here.

A video featurette about the first rehearsal of Theatre for a New Audience’s The Skin of Our Teeth:

A 1959 Granada Television production of the first two acts of The Skin of Our Teeth, directed by Henry Kaplan and starring Vivien Leigh as Sabina and George Devine as Mr. Antrobus. This was Leigh’s only TV performance:

In today’s Wall Street Journal “Sightings” column, I pay tribute to Gary Burton, who is retiring later this month. Here’s an excerpt.

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Gary Burton, the foremost living jazz vibraphone player, announced last week in an interview with the Miami Herald that his current concert tour, which ends in Indianapolis on March 17, will be his last. At 74 and after six heart operations, he’s decided that he’s no longer able to play as well as he’d like, and so he’s keeping a promise that he made four years ago in “Learning to Listen,” his marvelous autobiography: “I don’t think I’ve hit the point where I need to quit, but I’m sure that eventually, the time will come. I just want to be clear-headed and strong enough to step back when it does.”

I deeply admire Mr. Burton for quitting while he’s still—as far as the rest of us can tell—at the top of his game. Too many performing artists find it impossible to walk away from the stage, even after their powers have been diminished to the point of public embarrassment by advancing age. (That’s what happened to Anita O’Day, whose last public performances were a pitiful debacle.) Not so Mr. Burton. He’s retiring the way he’s lived, with courage and grace….

It’s hard to know where to start summing up Mr. Burton, for he is that rarity of rarities, a consummate virtuoso who was equally important as a stylistic innovator, and whose parallel career as a teacher and academic administrator has been scarcely less noteworthy (he spent 33 years at Boston’s Berklee College of Music, his alma mater, ending as its executive vice president). The Gary Burton Quartet, which he put together in 1967 after spending four years as a sideman with Stan Getz and George Shearing, was the first jazz combo of consequence to incorporate elements of rock into its musical vocabulary. In such quartet albums as “Duster” and “Country Roads and Other Places,” Mr. Burton and the bassist Steve Swallow, his longtime musical partner, showed that jazz didn’t have to stick to the well-trod path of straight-ahead swing. The results were hugely influential on a generation of up-and-coming jazz instrumentalists who longed to put a fresh spin on the music they loved—starting with Pat Metheny, who joined Mr. Burton’s group in 1974 and went on to become the most influential jazz-rock guitarist of his own generation.

Mr. Burton’s vibraphone was, of course, the signature sound of his group, and it is as distinctive now as it was a half-century ago. Playing with four mallets instead of the long-customary two, he fills the air with billowing pastel washes of iridescent harmony, miraculously transforming a percussion instrument into a font of cool, silvery lyricism….

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Read the whole thing here.

The Gary Burton Quartet plays “General Mojo’s Well-Laid Plan,” a composition by Steve Swallow, in Berlin in 1967. The other players are Swallow on bass, Larry Coryell on guitar, and Bob Moses on drums. This composition was first recorded that same year on Duster, the quartet’s debut album for RCA:

Gary Burton plays an unaccompanied solo version of Antonio Carlos Jobim’s “Chega de Saudade” in 1971:

Gary Burton and Pat Metheny play Steve Swallow’s “Falling Grace”:

Deanna Durbin sings Frank Loesser’s “Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year” in Christmas Holiday, a 1944 film noir directed by Robert Siodmak and co-starring Gene Kelly:

(This is the latest in a series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday)

“One hour’s sleep before midnight is worth three after.”

George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum; or, Outlandish Proverbs, Sentences, &c.

Here’s my list of recommended Broadway, off-Broadway, and out-of-town shows, updated weekly. In all cases, I gave these shows favorable reviews (if sometimes qualifiedly so) in The Wall Street Journal when they opened. For more information, click on the title.

BROADWAY:
• Dear Evan Hansen (musical, PG-13, all shows sold out last week, reviewed here)
• Hamilton (musical, PG-13, Broadway transfer of off-Broadway production, all shows sold out last week, reviewed here)
• On Your Feet! (jukebox musical, G, reviewed here)

OFF BROADWAY:
• The Fantasticks (musical, G, suitable for children capable of enjoying a love story, reviewed here)

IN SARASOTA, FLA.:
• Born Yesterday (comedy, PG-13, closes April 15, reviewed here)

“Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.”

Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest