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GO SEE Ghosts of the River

From Brandon and Lisa

We went Thursday night to see a performance in the premier of Octavio Solis' Ghosts of the River.
We admit the existence of theater that you go to see primarily because you value the experience of live performance and want to encourage its continuance. That kind of theater attendance is very important but not everyone finds it essential. Ghosts of the River, however is the kind of event you want to become a part of because it is singular, will never happen again in just this way, and represents a Best of the Best experience, overlapping performance forms like shadow work, puppetry, live music, acting, staging and lighting magic, in order to tell stories honestly which play with myth, convey something vital about the Mexican-American relationship, and struggle beautifully with the human side of injustice. All this it does with respect for the audience and a profound capacity for depth of feeling.

Clear reasons to go:
If you feel unsure what to skip and which opportunities to seize and wish you could know in advance which events are The One not to miss. This is one.
If you enjoy living in an area with some of the best live theater in the world but don't seem to go as much as you'd like. It is an easy walk from the 24th and Mission BART.
If you want to attend live theater but find that you are usually priced out of the audience. This is VERY affordable.
If you ever feel curious to know a big piece of what it is like to grow up on either side of the border. Take it from Texans (natural and naturalized), this is the side of the story that seldom gets told and even more seldom in such a universally accessible and beautiful way.

PLEASE DON'T WAIT. Tell your friends. Blog. Facebook. Twitter. If we don't fill the house when amazing art emerges, we have no right to whine when our education, polity, and neighborhoods feel like they are losing their soul.

http://www.shadowlightghosts.org/brava.html

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A project by ShadowLight Productions

WORLD PREMIERE

by Octavio Solís
directed by Larry Reed
art direction by Favianna Rodriguez
music by Cascada de Flores
produced by ShadowLight Productions

PERFORMANCE SCHEDULE


BRAVA Theater Center
2781 24th St.
San Francisco, CA 94110
(415) 641 7657


Ghosts of the River Dates
Oct 28 - Nov 8
$5 - 35 (see box office for details)
Tickets:
Online Box Office (24/7)
By Phone: (415) 647-2822
(3PM - 6PM, Mon - Fri)
In Person: 2781 24th St., SF, CA 94110
(3PM - 6PM, Mon - Fri)

*Student, Senior and Group Discounts available by Phone & In Person

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   | posted by Unknown @ 10/31/2009 05:13:00 PM

 

 

Another page from the Whence Brandon file...

An era has passed.

from: http://artsblog.dallasnews.com/archives/2009/10/paul-baker-has-died-at-age-98.html

Paul Baker has died at age 98

10:05 AM Mon, Oct 26, 2009 |
Lawson Taitte

Paul Baker.JPGPaul Baker, founding artistic director of the Dallas Theater Center, died from complications of pneumonia Sunday in a hospital near his Central Texas ranch. He was 98.

Baker gained national fame for his innovative program at Baylor University in the 1950s, and Dallas leaders asked him to organize the new regional theater they were building. His unique approach fostered multi-faceted theater artistry and new work, and he led the Theater Center until its board replaced him with Adrian Hall in the early 1980s.

Baker also laid the groundwork for the Booker T. Washington School for the Performing and Visual Arts and wrote extensively on his ideas about creativity. His daughter Robyn Flatt, once a company member at the Theater Center, went on to found the Dallas Children's Theater, now the city's second-largest regional theater. Many of Baker's students and company members have led other Dallas arts organizations and have gone on to national careers.

A local memorial will be held in early December at the Children's Theater's Rosewood Center for Family Arts. Donations to the Children's Theater or other charity are requested in lieu of flowers.




from: http://www.dallastheatercenter.org/Page.aspx?WP_I314

THEATER CENTER HISTORY

Dallas Theater Center's birth did not take place in a theater-poor city. The greatest actors and actresses of the times had toured through Dallas as soon as there were railroads to bring them. There were "opera" houses, then real theaters with orchestra pits and production facilities for vaudeville which, when vaudeville was replaced by motion pictures, were available to resident or touring theater companies. It is probably impossible to list accurately the number of theater groups and organizations of all degrees of professionalism, which have lived—and died—in this city. It is certainly impossible to over-estimate their value to the life of Dallas, Texas.

The Dallas Little Theater, founded in 1920, rode the crest of the vogue for community theater, built its own facility, and before its final curtain in 1943, twice captured the nation's major annual award for the Best Little Theater in the United States. Margo Jones arrived in 1946 to open her innovative theater-in-the-round and it was in full bloom in 1954.

That was the year Beatrice Handel moved to Dallas from Cleveland, determined to organize a civically supported theater oriented to presenting fine drama and teaching people how to do it. Margo Jones chose to concentrate solely on production; no other active Dallas theater group would buy Mrs. Handel's concept.

But John Rosenfield did. He was the powerful amusements editor for The Dallas Morning News and he was just as interested in making art happen in his native city as he was in covering it. He called a meeting of ten people on Mrs. Handel's porch on August 19, 1954. Less than a week later a second meeting took place. The Dallas Theater Center, as it later became known, was conceived.

That its gestation took five years became only a footnote in history. Its importance lies in the fact that after the long and tortuous years of securing the land, negotiating and working with the architect and actually getting the building built, support for the theater was even stronger than it had been in the beginning. Timing was its blessing. The business and personal leadership for this theater was at hand, ready to be called. Robert Stecker demonstrated that leadership shortly after he was elected president of the board. Retired from his executive position with Sanger Brothers (the great department store and another Dallas pillar), he came to devote all his time to the Dallas Theater Center. Variations of this same kind of passion have illuminated every Theater Center board since.

The services of the architect, Frank Lloyd Wright, were not difficult to procure. If Dallas had the money, he said, he would design the theater. He was delighted with the site and for him the project would mean the triumphant realization of a plan he had first conceived in 1915, but for which two cities had not had produced in funding.

The building, which came to be known as the Kalita Humphreys Theater, was a tour de force for Wright and a coup for the city. It was well worth the money and the effort. The stunning building, set in among the trees on a steep slope above Turtle Creek, was full of elegant spaces and filled with intricate Wrightian detail. Wright said proudly that there was not a right angle in it. It brought renown to the city and satisfaction to the populace. It was not a particularly efficient building for theater production.

Finding a new director was, surprisingly, the easiest part. The presumption was that this name, too, would be a celebrated import. But theater experts in the East, who the search committee members consulted, sent them home saying the best bet was in their own backyard.

Beatrice Handel's idea had been to create a civically-supported theater, to present fine performances and to train people to do it. As head of the drama department at Baylor University in Waco, Texas, Paul Baker was building a growing reputation doing almost exactly that.

Paul Baker was brilliant, stubborn and an educator to the core. The principle of an educational/professional theater in which everyone did everything was his article of faith and he never abandoned it. It served the theater well for many years. Baker never favored union affiliation, feeling it would threaten this kind of freedom. But new winds blowing through regional theaters everywhere in the 1980s compelled some accommodation. He signed, without enthusiasm, a League of Regional Theaters contract which allowed guest appearances by Equity actors although it would put limits on backstage activities. Another unwelcome development nationwide was the new collegial status between artistic and managing directors, dividing the business and artistic pursuits of the theater which, in the Baker concept, remained as a single element. Paul Baker left the Dallas Theater Center in the spring of 1982.

Longtime DTC company member Mary Sue Jones served as interim artistic director during the year-long search for Baker’s replacement. An actress and director, Jones was a colleague of Paul Baker’s at Baylor, migrating with him to DTC. She became his associate artistic director in 1980, and co-artistic director in 1981. When a new artistic director was identified in 1983, Mary Sue left DTC. She was the only female artistic director in the theater’s history.

The catholicity of programming, a hallmark of the Baker era, would be continued by his successors. Dallas audiences may well have seen, over the past 50 years, as broad a range of new and old, conventional and innovative theater in uninterrupted seasons by one organization as any city—certainly any of comparable size—in the country.

Baker’s successors have built on what he achieved but moved in a direction that reflected the newcomer from the outside. Adrian Hall, the first, was hardly that—he was a native of Van, Texas, and had worked at the Alley Theatre in Houston and with Margo Jones. But his national reputation rested principally on his work with the Trinity Square Repertory Theatre, which he had founded in Providence, Rhode Island, 21 years before—a position he retained when he came to Dallas.

With his managing director, Peter Donnelly, fresh from the Seattle Repertory Theater, Hall first addressed the most pressing physical needs of the theater: a renovation of the original Wright building to improve the backstage area, the basement floor facilities and the traffic flow; to find or build a second playing house with wide open space to accommodate innovative productions; to develop broader audiences and to keep more actors working with simultaneous or overlapping play runs.

The Arts District Theater, designed by Hall’s associate, the distinguished stage designer Eugene Lee, opened in 1984 and turned out to be an engaging metal barn which adapts to virtually any staging a director may devise. It was the most flexible performance facility in the country at the time. The space was closed in the spring of 2005.

The idea of a permanent company was another major priority and Hall assembled DTC’s company by bringing some people from Trinity Repertory, using some local actors and importing others. He opened with a brilliant production of Brecht’s Galileo in the Kalita Humphreys Theater and, as soon as he could, staged his own adaptation of the Robert Penn Warren novel All The King’s Men, which inaugurated most of the facilities the new Arts District house could provide.

By the time Hall left in 1989, he had established a new philosophy of professionalism and a stable company. He had produced a strong range of highly accomplished seasons. He also promoted a bright, ambitious and able young director to be his artistic associate. Ken Bryant was the unanimous choice of the board to be the Center's fourth artistic director.

Bryant was electric. He had a solid relationship with the acting company. He had a warm way with people and sensed the importance of making himself a presence in the Dallas community. Ken was always interested in learning and was already very good at what he did. A tragic mishap ended his life less than a year after he took the job.

Everyone soldiered ahead, led by managing director Jeff West and interim artistic consultant Gregory Poggi, but the situation required a season of guest directors. The Hall company dispersed and the previous sense of union and continuity began to unravel.

When Richard Hamburger, not much older than Bryant and with a solid set of directing credits from all over the country, was named artistic director in 1992, he faced some of the same problems Hall had met, as well as a few new ones. Hamburger had served for five years as artistic director of the Portland Stage Company in Maine but he knew he would need time to lay out his seasons and assemble a profile of the Theater to match the times. He also knew what he wanted when he came to Dallas–-to work in a big, multicultural city where unselfconscious inclusion of the talents of diverse people would be a given in a theater where both writers and actors could be developed.

Joined by managing director Robert Yesselman, Hamburger soon introduced Dallas audiences to a broad range of new works such as Santos & Santos and Angels in America, and launched the very successful Big D Festival of the Unexpected. This informal and exciting assemblage of new (sometimes very new) works––presented not only on stage but in every corner of the Kalita Humphreys Theater––gave local writers, actors and performers an arena to present their work. One of Hamburger's greatest audience successes at the Theater Center was his innovative production of South Pacific. This conclusion to the 1998-1999 season broke all previous box office records and was enthusiastically received by Dallas citizens and critics alike.

Richard Hamburger renewed the Theater Center's commitment to reinterpreting the classics for modern audiences, and to discovering and developing thought-provoking new plays. Edith H. Love joined the Dallas Theater Center as managing director in 1997. She had long been recognized as one of the best theater managers in the country. Ms. Love and Mr. Hamburger worked together closely to ensure the continued financial and artistic success of the Dallas Theater Center, until her departure in 2002. In 2003, Mark Hadley, former General Manager of DTC, was appointed Managing Director.

During Hamburger's tenure as the Theater Center's fifth artistic leader the company saw some of its most provocative and important productions to date. Throughout this period many distinct and compelling programs were introduced such as The Big D Festival of the Unexpected and the new works series FRESH INK/Forward Motion. Notable in the list of his artistic achievements was the creation of the DTC Internship Program, a nationally recognized forum for training young theater artists. Under Hamburger’s leadership, DTC’s educational outreach flagship program Project Discovery celebrated its 20th consecutive season in 2006-2007. More than 200,000 middle and high school students from across North Texas have attended mainstage productions at Dallas Theater Center through this outstanding program. In 2007 after 15 years, Richard Hamburger left DTC and was named artistic director emeritus.

In September 2007, Kevin Moriarty became DTC’s sixth artistic director, and he will lead Dallas Theater Center into its bright future in the Rem Koolhaus-designed Dee and Charles Wyly Theatre in the new Dallas Center for the Performing Arts, set to open in 2009. Moriarty brought with him an extensive resume of artistic achievement at such prestigious institutions as the Tony Award-winning Trinity Repertory Company in Providence Rhode Island, where he was an Associate Director; Brown University, where he was the founding head of the MFA Directing Program; and the Hangar Theatre in Ithaca, New York, where he was the Artistic Director for seven years. His artistic excellence, his commitment to education, his strong vision for the future of Dallas Theater Center, and his enthusiasm for building community connections make Kevin Moriarty the ideal person to lead DTC for many years.

The Dallas Theater Center, with its roots deeply implanted in the community, continues to grow in stature as one of the most exciting regional theaters in the country today. The Theater Center remains fully responsive to the time and place in which we live; to the issues that shape our lives and thoughts; and to the rhythms, images and contradictions of contemporary American life.

For assistance in the production and research of Our Story, Dallas Theater Center would like to thank Patsy Swank, Preston Lane and Richard Franco.

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   | posted by Unknown @ 10/26/2009 09:32:00 AM

 

 


I am back at Mom's House in Kessler Park in Oak Cliff in Dallas, Texas. The weather involves mostly 90 degree temperatures and dense humidity despite the regularly intense sunshine. The flora is lush but at the expense of the fauna, in this case - us.

As always this is a blast into my past and there is much to sift through in the way of memories, reactions, reminders, and creeping claims on me I never fail to underestimate.

June 6th was Lisa's and my 8th anniversary and 11th year together.
On the advice of my Father we went to Margarita Ranch for the eponymous beverage and then across the parking area to Rock Fish for their excellent fish tacos. Delicious good times were had by all, except that, at some point, my credit card disappeared and we had to to cancel it. The real topper was that my Mom saved us wedding cake. Let me be clear, in case there is room for doubt, that this is the exact cake that we enjoyed at our Texas wedding (after driving across country with our epically patient entourage) on June 10th, 1999. Lisa opened the ceremonial container and this is what she found.
Hilarity ensued as my Mom discovered her mistake.
And all was eventually put to rights.
The cake, believe it or not, remains quite tasty once thawed.

We also celebrated by taking in live, musical theater (see below) the necessity of which almost always trumps most critical considerations. To do so we dropped into yet another corner of my youth (entering Fair Park seeking the Music Hall) in the person of the institution formerly known as the Dallas Museum of Natural History. The fantastic protostega there I have no memory of seeing before and, being a turtle-guy from way back, resolved to return to admire him/her at greater length. We went in to the cool museum to kill time while the post-show traffic cleared and arrived fifteen minutes before the building closed.

Before the Music Hall we went to free Tai Chi (weekly - yum!)
at the Dallas Museum of Art with Eng Khoo, who also teaches at the Downtown and Town North YMCAs, and then into the Dallas Arts District proper. The Arts District was hosting the City Arts Celebration (street fair a.k.a. sales booth opportunity) wherein we noshed various tasty bites before heading for the cooler indoors of the Crow Collection of Asian Art - home of both the current U-Ram Choe exhibit of fantasy roboticsand an entire gathering of sublime Female Buddhas, in addition to the beautiful permanent collection.

Then we headed for the Nasher Sculpture Center to join the crowd
walking to the sky from the oppressive heat only augmented by the incoming thunderhead.

The majority of time, strange as that may seem from the accounts of these other adventures, have been spent writing, slowly at first, and helping with the Mom's computer (DSL install, OS and software lessons, website updates, etc.). Now we have improved upon her confinement to dial-up and I am back on the Net at highish speed.

WARNING what follows is mostly a rant. Only continue if you are up for it.

There are days that begin and end in tragedy, for instance, with the discovery that you've already begun to use the wrong toothbrush, or the dilemma of which yarn to buy or write.

Enough about others and on to more about Us and the tragedy of only having everything we could possibly need and only most of what we want. When people a few miles away are living with the consequences of the worst, except for Mississippi, teen pregnancy and high school graduation crises in the nation it is important to keep one's eye on what is important:
  • shaking hands in the sanctuary in your newly acquired church with your newly purchased constituency living near the very expensive home you built in a hole that used to be your neighbors' sewer easement and creek water run-off, in order to secure your place on the city council from which to carry on work esteemed by neocons like Pete Sessions.
  • polishing any of the S.U.V.s in the curvaceous driveway in front of your 14 room house
  • listening to private home art tours,
  • patronizing "arts districts" and coffee shops, and
  • judging others for their narcissism.
Maybe the world has been TV'ed into re-framing life in terms of middle classness.
Maybe that gives rise to imagining the right to talk from middle crassness in terms of "the world" as though the carefully trimmed, all-but-gated wasteland of neo-con sewer builders outside the window were "the world". I am oppressed by the shear quantity of election yard signs screaming the message that the alternatives are a) radical developer corporatists, called "conservative" with no trace of irony, and b) probably less radical "conservative" developers who have cultivated the use of the word "green" in discussing future expansion and re-branding plans for what were well-established communities with their own sense of local character and identity.

Sometimes I have to read Andrei Codrescu just to recover from going out.

Perhaps this burnt offering of meaning in language on the altar of the god of Winning Heaps and Minds (Votes) is what is left of possibly learning the consequences of public policy. Perhaps an utter disinterest in the context of an electorate or audience, beyond the dividends thereby provided, is related in some way to the standing ovations at the end of everything containing a shadow of a Star, even the most mediocre, like the Dallas Summer Musicals touring company of Chicago. Their don't-bother-with-set-or-costumes depthless stage eerily reflects the degree to which the bona fide chorus and orchestra so far outshine most of the named meat talent that their Stars' big dance numbers have to be simplified until they resemble the end of term pageant at the end of Ms. Vicki's school for twirling, ballet, jazz, tap, and cheerleading. And then, as is happening not only in Dallas but more and more across the nation, the congregation surges to its feet when Celebrity, apparently still visible to some in the person of Tom Wopat, enters the stage for his bow after giving exhaustive evidence that he has voluntarily and chronically sprained his willingness to dance, sing, and act. A refreshing exception to this iron rule, joining the other actual performing artists unmentioned on the P.R. posters, Terra C. MacLeod was not only fabulous as Velma but had to dazzle while jumping slowly through the classic hoop of keeping her stage presence to a dull-roar and doing her best not to totally outshine and upstage the T.V. stars. Now that takes skill and, if there is criticism to be offered there, she couldn't quite manage it. She's too naturally Broadway (thank you, Canada and Paris) to play it small enough that the difference wasn't poignant.

Live musical theater is almost always enjoyable despite the various notable concerns. This was no exception to that rule. I'm just glad the tickets were comps.

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   | posted by Unknown @ 6/11/2007 08:40:00 AM

 

 

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