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March 01, 2008

Right Here in River City:

"The Music Man" at the Firehouse 5

Caststagewideangle_3Next weekend, a cast of 65 performers will revisit "€œRiver City, Ioway!"€ at the Firehouse Five Playhouse in a performance of the acclaimed musical "€œThe Music Man.â" Go behind the scenes of the production in the newest issue of Livingston Weekly, which features a extensive look at rehearsals currently underway at the playhouse.

"The Music Man" will open Friday, March 7 at 8 p.m. and will run both Friday and Saturday nights through March 30, 2008. A Sunday matinee will also be offered at 3 p.m., and on March 22 and 23 the company will present special youth matinees for 17 and under for $8, both at 3 p.m.

To kick off this historic run at the Firehouse Five Playhouse, Crazy Mountain Productions will host a special Gala Performance of "€œThe Music Man" on Saturday, March 8 with pre-performance festivities beginning at 6 p.m. A $30.00 ticket includes beer & wine, hors d'oeuvres and a live auction benefiting Crazy Mountain Productions. For more information about this or any other performance, or information about upcoming auditions or workshops, call 222-1420 or visit www.firehouse5.org.

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"Brighton Beach Memoirs"

on the Blue Slipper Stage

by Jen Eames

Now onstage at the Blue Slipper Theatre in downtown Livingston, Neil Simon’s “Brighton Beach Memoirs” shines with youthful talent and a seasoned cast of local stage veterans.

The piece is set in Depression-era Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, and the family we meet are Russian Jews who have escaped the looming threat of Nazism in their homeland. Their blended family contains three struggling adults and four painfully typical adolescents packed into a tiny flat.

The set is replete with portraits of ancestors, a wall of stories behind the one we view. The small stage of the Blue Slipper accommodates the cramped quarters of the Jerome home by using cutaway walls and half-windows to allow the audience visual access to their most intimate family moments. Lighting is another device of this peek within; as the monologues-as-memoir entries unfold within the scene, the speaker is insulated by spotlight.

The plot is carried by the youthful observations of a budding writer or Yankees baseball star (whichever comes first) Eugene Morris Jerome. This engaging narrator/memoirist in the throes of young lust and the confusion of the tumultuous times offers his wry perspective on the unfolding dramas surrounding him. Sleeping Giant Middle School eighth-grader Nathan Snow nails Eugene’s teenage emotional oscillations of exhilaration, frustration, perplexity and optimism in the context of a very challenging and rapidly changing world. Snow’s awkward earnestness and uncertainty capture the essence of the precipice-upon-a-precipice of coming-of-age on the eve of world war, with all the flailing cluelessness and humor to make his character completely believable. When it rolls downhill in his family dynamics, it rolls to Eugene, and he turns it all into story.

One of playwright Simon’s obvious strengths lies in illuminating the delicate structure of familial bonds, in this case, the humor, unconditional love and tolerance within a family that buffer it from the winds of war and the near-crippling poverty of the times. The strongest example of this bond in the script is the relationship between Eugene and his older brother, Stanley, played by another local youth with significant talent, Micah Price.

Stanley is Eugene’s mentor and closest friend, and Eugene takes all his cues of what it means to become a man from his brother to both comic and stirring effect. The puberty pep talk between Eugene and Stanley is one of the most bizarre, yet intimate and heartwarming moments in the play, a facet of sibling bonding that is usually not highlighted in family reminiscences. The handed down facts-of-life speech from the straight-talking older brother pulls no punches in its practical advice, and in the hands of less sure actors could have unraveled into silliness. Snow and Price make the scene work, creating a consistently authentic relationship in which protection and guidance outweigh struggle and conflict, all of this heavily doused with black humor.

Downstairs, mother Kate (Peggy Weisgerber) sighs and frets with overbearing nurture, a bluster of love and panic intermingled. Her widowed sister Blanche (Faye Christiansen) with her two teenage daughters further burden this household teetering on the brink of destitution, and Kate, as the woman of the house, holds it all together with either a fierce command or a well-timed guilt trip. “Worriers marry fainters,” she proclaims of her marriage.

Sister Blanche is a source of both resentment and pity for Kate, and the necessity of their close living arrangement is a natural catalyst for conflicting feelings to ignite into flames of hostility or, in Eugene’s case, unbridled lasciviousness toward his cousin, a blooming would-be starlet Nora (Sandy Barlow). The addition of Nora’s own adolescent angst spilling over into petulant pouting and stormy assertions of independence are fuel for the growing fire. Her coddled, conveniently sickly sister Laurie, played with wide-eyed innocence by Audrey Laviolette, is a fixture on the couch, where her fear and helplessness are confirmed daily by the doting mothers.

Despite all this turmoil at home, father Jack (Scott Black), the pained patriarch of seven straining under the extra costs of extended family still manages to keep a cool head, work two jobs, and dispense both fatherly and avuncular advice to his sons and squealing-mad niece Nora. As Jack, Black, a regular of local stages for years, presides over this cast of chaos with a quiet dignity and gravitas. His lines provide the morals and structure of the play, as well as the possibility of seeing hope for any of these young people to succeed in their adult lives.

The integrity of the family comes from Jack’s persistence and strength of conviction, although his material reality stretches him to the breaking point. He asks his son Stanley, threatened by a sacking for standing up to a boss who discriminates against a co-worker, “Can this family afford principles right now?

On the edge of war and threatened by poverty, the father and son relationship is stripped-down, immediate, and brutally honest. It is this honesty that ultimately challenges and inspires the audience to recognize those slices of life as their own, that Eugene is a voice of one story, but that these elements are familiar to us all.

Director Bill Koch says “Simon gives an audience real insight into the world of family in America; it doesn’t matter what triumphs or failures we encounter, when the dust clears, we all long for family.”

The dust that clears in this play is practically a tornado.

Brighton Beach Memoirs continues at the Blue Slipper Fridays and Saturdays through March 15 at 8:15 p.m., with Sunday matinees at 3:15 p.m. on March 2 and 9. For reservations and information, call the theatre at 222-7720.

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Music Review: A Tribute

to "American Gangster"

by T. Love

I don’t really dig on pretty much 99 percent of the rock music out there but I think it would be awfully ignorant on my part to label something “garbage” just because it is not my cup of tea. Especially art. Do I personally appreciate abstract cubism or even care to comprehend the message it is trying to convey? Nah. Does that not make it art? Whatever it is, it came from another human being’s enlightened creative mind/state and it would be a disservice and foolhardy to dismiss it completely.

With the release of the movie “American Gangster” to DVD—finally—it’s appropriate to revisit the album of the same name. Supposedly, (rapper/producer, etc.) Jay-Z saw an advanced screening of “American Gangster,” and was inspired to make an album based on the events portrayed in the movie. That being said, there was a fair amount of hate when it came out, but the album knocks, plain and simple.

American Gangster is—if not the best—one of the best albums I have ever purchased. Take it from a self-proclaimed hip hop head, shit is dope. I always had a begrudging respect for Jay-Z as an emcee despite my backpacker tendencies. Now, the props I gave secretly have turned to unabashed adulation for Jigga as an arTEEST. Yeah, I said it.

In the newest issue of Rolling Stone there was a letter in “Correspondence” in regards to Jay-Z being on the cover a few weeks back . James B. Glenn-Anderson from Santa Cruz, California wrote that Jay-Z is selling “garbage” and his music has no “rhythm, harmony and creativity.” Dayum dude, is it that serious? Statements like that have been made about hip-hop and black music in general since well, the urban beat hit the suburban street. Read between the lines, people.

So what makes Jay-Z’s opus, American Gangster, so dope? First of all, one of the greatest emcees of our time basically blacked out for a month and blessed us, the record buying public, with a cohesive, relevant, and unmistakably dope concept album. Track for track it traces the movie’s peaks, valleys, plot twists and nuances. In a day and age where rappers pound their chests over how many ringtones they’ve sold, this man stepped out of the box and brought New York back in the process—this in no disrepect to the Dirty South ‘cause every region deserves some shine. But honestly, the hip-hop community is tired of music being made for the lowest common denominator. Ride for the south all you want, but c’mon dawg, the vast majority of what passes for hip hop or rap on Clear Channel and other radio monopolies is a new age minstrel show (B.E.T., I’m talking to you too).

Basically, this is how the making of American Gangster all went down—to my understanding at least. The artist formerly know as Puff Daddy steps to Jay on some ol’, “Ayo, Son, we should collaborate on a project.” Jay respectfully declines until he sees the advanced viewing of the movie. This is where all the chips fall into place. Soon after, the two hip hop moguls put aside egos that had previously prevented any sort of cooperative creative/business venture. Jay-Z is the president of Def Jam Records and Diddy is the president of Bad Boy records—two alpha omegas in the biz. Given the record industry’s huge decrease in profits, label politics, and the dog eat dog, survival of the fittest mentality of the music business, it’s almost a miracle this record happened. However, the release of the movie was a catalyst for a creative synergy that was not going to be derailed, and as hip hop fans we should all be thankful.

As much respect as I have for Jay-Z’s lyrics on this album, the beats sealed it for me. In a nutshell, Diddy reassembled The Hitmen, who were responsible for all of Bad Boy’s hits in the late 90s. Say what you want about the shiny suit era, hip-hop was fun again after the untimely demise of Pac and Big. Ultimately, Jay spits some inspired rhymes over some classic throwback 70s, evoking soulful beats. And as wack as hip-hopp has been the past few years, it was a breath of fresh air.

First and foremost I am not a Jay-Z “Stan” and it took this album to really accept the man for what he is: a genius. On the cover, it states plain as day “Conceptual Body of Genius Work.” Damn, that’s awfully pretentious, no? We expect swagger from our rappers, but turns out it was an understatement. The album is absolutely skip-proof.

t.love@livingstonweekly.com

Commentary: Prime Property for Sale?

by Reilly Neill

How long will Livingston host its unique diversity of creative transients, genius recluses, young families and active society before it becomes a homogenous commerce-machine and a playground for the rich?

As a community, we should want to foster and encourage businesses and business owners with integrity and transparency, new businesses and developers who will come to this place and create a good bond with the community and maintain the bond as the business prospers. We have to be wary of those who will come to this town to make a quick buck off tourists and second-home residents. We have a community here, and it’s worth the effort to preserve it.

The recent Guest House foreclosure is a hint of what may be to come. According to the daily Enterprise, the developer (who now faces fines for months of outstanding violations) “didn’t know” about Montana’s asbestos laws. In addition to the fines, the developer supposedly owes over $540,000 to a Livingston investment company.

Could there have been a better investment for this company in Livingston rather than more condos and retail shops? The Murray still has condos available and the existing retail stores could always use more business. The new Guest House preserved nothing of Livingston’s historic past and would have functioned as little more than any other mall of condos. It’s unfortunate such debt on the property exists because someone could demolish the tainted building and haul it out of town and maybe even build something beautiful there, something that spoke to both Livingston’s past and future.

I only came to Montana eight years ago and can only imagine the changes Livingston natives have seen in their lifetimes. As the area grows, all kinds of development will continue to prosper. Whether or not it will be at the expense of the community of Livingston remains to be seen. I moved to Montana from a small town on the western slope of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado because the town boomed and the local economy crashed. I came looking for more wilderness and less out-of-state, part-time residents.

Here in Livingston, even less than five years ago, starter homes in city limits were affordable to full-time residents for less than $100,000 for a structurally sound house. Now, as is common knowledge, a decent “home” in this town won’t sell for very much under $200,000. No one can afford this if they are making a living at barely over minimum wage. The housing bubble may be bursting around the country but it is unlikely to hit Livingston hard. In any recession the rich usually retain their wealth, and as long as Livingston is becoming the new Aspen, the wealthy will continue to thrive here.

Most of Livingston is poor or living at subsistence level, barely affording $250 for half the rent each month or $1,000 for a mortgage. It will not be long before many of the lovable freaks who define this town are pushed out and replaced by shiny stores and abandoned “dream home” mansions. To build a successful economy in Livingston‘s future will require some scrupulous community-building efforts from its citizens. But most citizens seem complacent about city planning and convinced that increased commerce is the key to smart growth. Growth will maintain a steady course with only the guidance of state and local codes and zoning regulations. In order to further shape the future of this community, we will all need to add our own guidance to the growth occurring right now. To neglect to do so will guarantee a very different Livingston than we know today.

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