tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24392040779220557792024-03-13T11:52:12.388-05:00Tim On The TownArts, Culture, Chicago, and Thoughts of Tim on the Town.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-37581721984616662322010-07-05T02:04:00.002-05:002010-07-05T02:11:03.977-05:00Memoriam PaschaleSummer came<br />You went<br /><br />Away<br />To Rest<br /><br />In waking<br />Hope<br />of finding<br /><br />Life<br /><br />At Peace<br /><br />We joined<br />Hands<br />Held together<br />with Love<br /><br />Time stopped<br />Eternity entered<br /><br />One Year<br />TodayTim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-43268454280139584862010-06-10T01:07:00.000-05:002010-06-10T01:08:50.256-05:00Blackhawks ParadiseIt was 1938. Two teens from Brighton Park ambled along Archer Avenue to the crux of this city: Chicago's Stadium; where North meets South. There these brothers bought what little they could afford, during the Depression; the cheap tickets of that Upper Deck. And they watched, witnessed our Blackhawks achieve Glory: the Stanley Cup. <br /><br />Seventy Two years have intervened since they together sat there. And one most trying. Between last season's end and this, first Bob then Ken saw their final games. <br /><br />Tonight I put up their pictures in front of the television set that my Grandpa and I experienced other significant sports events before. And we were all united again. <br /><br />In France, there's a tradition that calls those sort of second balcony seats from which their eyes once looked upon an ice-y skating rink: "Paradise." As the Hawks hoisted the Cup tonight, I think of them together there celebrating in glory so long awaited; at last finally fulfilled.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-37198690459418846772009-09-28T02:08:00.007-05:002009-09-28T03:31:08.109-05:00Childhood Should Never Entirely EndChicago's (well Melrose Park's) historic amusement park playground, <a href="http://www.kiddieland.com">Kiddieland,</a> is closing. A cute little summer site, it has lasted 81 years. Opened in depression era times, it shutters (ironically) after a successful season when we again face serious economic concerns. Chicago once was host to several venues like this all around town. Some more grandiose (such as the legendary and oft talked about Riverview) others more parochial with their smaller settings and/or activity aligned in drawing from area neighborhoods. Kiddieland is the last of its kind around these parts. And, while there are certainly some of similar sort around the country, it's truly such a shame that this treasure is soon to be lost in quite as important a city as Chicago. Yes, there are the Six Flags' of the Earth. But they don't especially cater that well to the tiny tyke audience. Kiddieland was right sized for just enough to please small to medium sized kids (and the grown ups who accompanied them) very well. It will be significantly missed.<br /><br />This, then, was the final weekend for the public to come visit an amazing, magical place.<br /><br />I made it there Saturday night!<br /><br />Given, I arrived later than one would have hoped. But I had to be in attendance. Honestly, I had no idea whether I would even get in. With an expected full house and then some, along with talk of an hour long wait to enter in recent weeks, my thought was that the best I'd get could be no more than to hang in the parking lot and watch it all unfold. Instead, the wait at the ticket stand was short and I entered straight away.<br /><br />My instinct was to head for the Merry-Go-Round. But I knew that there were at least two things which I absolutely had to ride: the train and the roller coaster. So in line for the train I stood. It took about two trips around before I was finally in place to perhaps be on the next ride. The tried and true diesel unit which I rode so often as a child pulled out of the station. Then, out of nowhere - what was this? A sweet smelling (well to me, anyway) stack of smoke rising fast and furious. Yes, it was the steam unit which I first rode and hadn't seen in decades that was headed our way! I got to ride in the rear seat/observation car. Looking along the track back towards the tunnel, I saw the setting sun; its twilight piercing through and coating with warm gloamin' a last orange array onto the northern interior. How appropriate it appeared. Now, there's a bright white light coming our way. The diesel train was headed back around its final curve and approach. With a whistle, off we went through the parking lot, crossing again in the back section of rides, via a short underpass (I screamed) with vistas of other rides everywhere. Then around the landscaped section, past the statue bear, and into our last, long tunnel before returning home. I love trains! And this little thing helped to foster such a romance as a boy.<br /><br />Alright, so a little trip down memory lane. Some things have changed over the years. A few of my favorite rides and games were updated to similar affairs with another spin contemporaneous. Such as the helicopter ride. It was this open egg shaped object with a spinner on top. When you pushed the rail in or out it went up or down. Now, it's flying elephants. And I don't know if I could possibly ever fit in.<br /><br />Though, indeed, it must have been part of the fun back in the day for adults who weren't necessarily allowed to ride certain attractions alone. But if the child who there was with wasn't tall enough to qualify, the adult could accompany him.<br /><br />I did manage to sneak into the Whip. Thank goodness my frame is not too oversized. I practically needed to contort to fit. But am I glad that I did. It is just as thrilling as so long ago.<br /><br />Walking past the boats (which don't do much but float guided around in a controlled circle pond) was almost overwhelming. All the kids ringing bells onboard, just as I used to do. What beautiful music to my ears! And the tiny ferris wheel for little tykes. Unlike any other I've ever seen. I don't think anyone over two feet tall or thereabout could even fit in it. Nor does it go high. Barely above adult heads. But it is right sized for someone that small. Yes, we must be able to think like little children and put ourselves into their miniature shoes in order to relate and connect.<br /><br />Ah, there it is! The Little Dipper. Kiddieland's classic wooden roller coaster. Just like I recall. Only it appears smaller since I've grown tall. Still, it is a joy. One of the longest lines for it, also. With only a few cars and one train on the two minute ride, our trek towards its track moves fast, but seems so slow. This just builds the anticipation. "Will it be worth it?" I wondered while approaching. Indeed, it was. Even on a ride which isn't the kind of wild grandiose which might be found at Six Flags, the dips get you screaming with fear and joy while your stomach drops. (I'm glad I didn't stop at the pizza stand like I thought about.)<br /><br />What else to do? Tilt a Whirl? Bumper Cars? German Carousel? So many things, so little time. First, a little walk through the arcade. Maybe a game of skee ball? Hey, there's the CLOWN! No, not one in real life. But the picturesque carving of a beautiful whiteface which has graced this park for so many years. You know, I thought, Mark Renfro (noted Ringling makeup man) would be thrilled at seeing such a face!<br /><br />Alright, the old Octopus Ride (which I never really liked) doesn't have too many people in line. That's the ticket! Oh, and it's made to look like a frog. One woman told some children before the ride began that she first rode it when she was about their age. "Now I'm 50!" It jumped right up and down making me feel all ribbitty!<br /><br />It was in this line where I struck up some conversation with the others around me. How sad it was that we were losing this treasure. Why couldn't someone save it? How good it was to see these women with their children (of a good variety in ages) there on this important family outting. Another lady got behind me in line for my next ride (the Scrambler - a long time favorite.) She had her young son (about 4 perhaps) in tow. They had been at the park earlier in the year and returned for this final foray of play. All afternoon and now well into the evening they spent together. She related how she was just trying to give him the best of memories. They rode a couple of the thrills numerous times. He even insisted that he wanted to ride a certain train with which he was well acquainted. I assured her that he would appreciate it all in the years to come and recall such a wonderful day when he grew up - just as I now do.<br /><br />This latter thought got me a bit melancholy, however. I remembered the times I was taken there as a child by family and friends. Some of the closet of them are now deceased. Indeed, just this summer my grandfather passed away. I can still see him standing nearby, probably taking those same sort of photographs. Or even riding certain attractions, too. Similarly, my mother and her friend (both gone) who drove us there one summer night. I even recall the late model used Cadillac and music on her pal's car radio. I'm misty at not having a child of my own in tow today, then, to share the experience and pass it along to yet another generation in true familial spirit.<br /><br />So many people there. Everything from those returning who once came as kids to the fresh faced youngsters on their first visit. Now children of, genuinely, "all ages" 1 to 100 - I saw every decade in attendance. Adults who love theme parks, for instance, wanted video and the front seat on our roller coaster trip. The young boy whom was receiving so much love, attention, and kisses from his mother. The slightly older kids (preteens) who were a bit more mature in their own plan of attack. No first time visitors were these. The girls who chatted on their train ride about what boy would be a good first kiss and where the best place for a date might find itself. The returning adults who reminisced. We all shared this weekend day and night together.<br /><br />My last ride was another reminiscence, of sorts. When I was little the park had miniature tractors which could be taken around a track. Eventually, these were replaced with classic styled cars on a larger driveway. I kind of preferred the old tractors, but this ride was grander and adult adaptable. My grandfather drove a truck for a living, so I always dreamed about driving like him whenever using these. And I got to revisit it again. My awkwardness on the track tonight was attributable to sightseeing while I drove. Thank goodness they are tethered to a guide rail which doesn't let you get too far off course. Along the stretch run, I passed the train and we all waved to each other.<br /><br />But it was almost Eight. Rumors abounded as to what would happen when the clock struck. Would everything just shut down? Might those in lines be allowed to get their ultimate ride? Perhaps, because of the large crowd and special occasion, they'd actually let us stay till Nine? Nervously, we waited, wondering, and hoped for an extension of our evening. Before I had a chance to discern, it all seemed to stop. Lines were shut down. I might have been able to jump onto the bumper cars. But I was in a desperate dash for the carousel. No such luck. A young lady positioned at the entrance informed everyone that the ride was closing and only those still in line would be allowed a turn on its wheel. So I sauntered a bit. Saw the crowds disperse, the rides come to an end. "Hey, there's still space for us on this last go round!" I tried to talk my way on (back by the carved horses again.) She wouldn't budge. But we had a nice conversation as I watched it operate one final time. Spinning splendid - it slowly came to a halt. I applauded.<br /><br />Time to leave. But I didn't want to. Childhood should never entirely end.<br /><br />Hey, I can still get some ice cream. And a souvenir. They had pins for sale. One was of the lighted sign outside. A candy cane like pole with a boy and girl climbing atop the themepark's name scrawled in neon rainbow across: "Kiddieland." Another (which I just had to have) was a sort of comedy/tragedy scene: the smiling whiteface aforementioned alongside another historic carving of the sad tramp.<br /><br />Not a lot of other people wanted to go, either. But the once filled grounds eventually thinned. I encountered that lady with her little boy at least three times in just twenty minutes as we all inched closer to the gate. There stood and greeted everyone in gratitude the family owner/operators - signing autographs, taking pictures, shaking hands. I got them to each and all sign my ticket stub. As I left, I told one how much I appreciated all that they have done for so many years. "And thank you for coming," she replied. "You're all part of the family!"<br /><br />I smiled and spoke: "That feels so good to hear!" For family is truly what Kiddieland has always brought together and long been all about in so many lives.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-37025349517712658732009-08-25T06:49:00.000-05:002009-08-25T06:50:51.867-05:00Fallen Foot SoldiersLate last night<br />After Nine<br />I strolled out to the stop<br />and waited<br />for my bus to come by<br /><br />Standing there<br />I spied<br />Darkly donned<br />Mourners<br />Fronting the funeral parlor<br /><br />So I wandered <br />Down the block<br />and peeked<br />into the window<br />where I read<br />"Rabbit"<br /><br />A familiar name<br />I knew<br />that speedy<br />sixteen inch softball player<br /><br />But, "Who was he?"<br />I wondered<br />As I walked away<br /><br />Then two steps, three<br />It suddenly came to me<br />The Precinct Captain:<br />Tommy!<br /><br />Long had I seen him around<br />Our polling place<br />Since just a little child<br />When he'd pinch my nose away<br />In youthful play<br />Pretending<br />With his thumb <br />He held it tightly with his hand<br />To tease<br /><br />Voting Day games<br />Electoral entertaining<br />Intriguing an impressionable <br />Citizen kid<br /><br />One day<br />Old enough<br />To cast the ballot <br />Now, I<br />would come through the door<br /><br />He'd be there - waiting<br />We'd wave hi<br />"You know him?"<br />The judges would, surprisingly, ask<br />"Of course!" <br />We have an awfully long time<br /><br />Neighbors know<br />Neighbors<br />And help, yes support<br />The Chicago Way<br />It ain't all that bad<br /><br />I opened the door, <br />but now another,<br />Passed<br />Unto the box where he's cast<br /><br />Looking on<br />To touch his casket<br />And an Ave<br />Hailed up<br />The Petition<br /><br />With his family<br />Memorialize, share, support <br />As of always<br /><br />From the parish<br />Today, yes, <br />The Church<br />Shall yield him last rest - his reward<br /><br />As fallen foot soldiers<br />Are carried on homeTim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-13863289229924842362009-06-01T07:53:00.002-05:002009-06-01T07:58:59.270-05:00A Pair of PoemsSome poetic reflections relating to the season for you today:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Scent of Spring</span><br /><br />The scent of Spring<br />Pierces<br />Through the crispness of this night <br />Blooming refreshment<br />Flowers<br />Awesome enlivening in the air<br /><br />Rain awakens<br />the Earth<br />Green grass glistens<br />Within worms crawl<br /><br />Up shoots the tree's<br />Soft wood<br />Reaches outward<br />to fingertips<br />of vibrant, young leaves<br />Growing<br />So tender, verdant yet<br /><br />Birds chirp<br />Announcing <br />Warmth<br />of new daylight<br />Stretching its horizons<br />as Solstice comes into sight<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Feeling the Sting</span><br /><br />Bees abuzz<br />Pollinating<br />Young love<br />BlossomsTim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-8721608181122131392009-04-22T08:47:00.001-05:002009-04-22T08:51:46.610-05:00Station MovementDusk settles<br />Thursday night<br />Downtown darkness<br />Soon shall I see<br /><br />Train Departs<br />South<br />Outta town<br />True to Schedule<br />Daily marks<br /><br />Standing on the Street<br />Ancient Station facade<br />Brown bottom stone<br />Baked brick<br />Red rises <br />Tall atop<br />Clock Tower<br />Watching<br /><br />Down Dearborn<br />All the Way<br />Onlooking<br />Through the years<br />Witness to this city<br />Passed; Still<br />Continues counting<br /><br />Enter inside<br />Showcase<br />Monty Trio<br />Texture tones<br />Thoughtful, tender<br />To delight<br />Alexander's rich rhythms<br />Jazz timeTim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-67867985117273569152008-11-01T16:32:00.000-05:002008-11-02T12:59:53.566-06:00Take It Easy But Take It<a href="http://www.studsterkel.org/">Studs Terkel</a> passed yesterday. Ninety Six years of age. Timeless still. <br /><br />Others can tribute the man nicknamed after Lonigan better than I. Were just a few of our own time as thoughtful, articulate. We've lost someone who taught us so much, who brought out our best. But less than loss is this. For because of one Chicagoan great, we've gained. Imagination. Hope. Conversation. A listening ear.<br /><br />Here's what I learned from Studs. How to elevate my fellow man, the world around me. How to humbly observe. Creatively articulate. Represent that which life offers us all.<br /><br />As I write this reflection, I listen on <a href="http://www.wfmt.com/">WFMT</a> to the accomplishment so excellent, "This Train." His travelogue and interviews from the traveling trip, the journey, nay pilgrimage of the 1963 Civil Rights march in Washington, D.C. Radio which brings it all to life. Or is it that it brings life to all? <br /><br />Last year I rode the rails, also. We all should sometime. My trip was not as important as his. But instructive it was. I wrote following then and share my experience with you here. Thus shall witness as my own story told. This, then, in my thanks to Studs.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />There's something thrilling about a train. It has that certain charm. <br /><br />So I decided to take a trip. And I thought about...chocolate. Well, we WERE headed off to Hershey for the annual CFA (circus fans) convention. <br /><br />Train travel isn't all too hip anymore. Drive, have "personal space"; or "get there fast" (in our immediate environment) on the airlines. <br /><br />But what about slowing down a bit, relaxing, enjoying the flowers - and trees? No, Amtrak doesn't always run "on time" (and our experience was no exception). But perhaps that is the point. Now, given, were rail to ever become a popular mode of mass transit again in the United States, priority would have to be given to this service. And it's tough waiting, stopped in the middle of who knows where. Yet leisure is the ultimate end of life well lived. <br /><br />A train provides that sense of "journey"; movement through time and place. "Getting there is half the fun," goes the saying, as that's where the excitement is. <br /><br />Now, that's not always to say excitement is enjoyable, as was the frustrating case in leaving Chicago late. Still, you discover opportunities in the setbacks. I found an old private rail car awaiting, also, it's own departure on another track. I witnessed the City of New Orleans board passengers homeward bound. The carman and I spoke about his travels and work. Back aboard the car I was assigned, someone spotted a sight not expected. "Is that a BOAT?" she wondered, "...or have I been awake on trains too long?" "The river runs next to this track", I assured her, and all with the world was well.<br /><br />Into the night, we wandered. Through the industrial center along the lake. Bridges abound on railroads, rivers everywhere. Heavy steel; rail; girders, smog. Smells which permeate through. Then darkness fell. <br /><br />Waaaaaaaah, waaaaaaah, wa, waaaaaaaaah! You hear the horn: blowing, coaxing you into a tranquil state. That last car rocks, sways you to sleep. Or so it should. But this fan was overtired and couldn't much nod off. <br /><br />The nice thing about a trip on rails is the ability to spread out some. Walking through the cars one will encounter travelers from everywhere along the route. Pennsylvania, east and west; Ohio; Indiana here. Not to mention those returning from locations out west. Each person a story of his own. <br /><br />I made it to the lounge car where we sat spread out. Another man from Chicago was visiting with his British friend. Headed to a wedding were they. Why not fly, we pondered? Well, everyone has their reasons, but often a preference for rail prevails. You see the country one mile at a time, you get to know your fellow man. The earth draws a little closer. Experienced travelers some, others riding once, perhaps their last time, though. You love it or you leave it. The travel catches your imagination or gets cultivated. The best of many options, perhaps. <br /><br />Ohio is relatively flat in places, but pretty. Lots of countryside. Our late arriving train to Pittsburgh allowed my tired eyes to witness this. The river vast lead us to the city's significant sites. Sports arenas abound on this route, I found. Sox Park in Chicago, the Cleveland Browns Stadium, now PNC in Pittsburgh parallels the tracks.<br /><br />Time for a change of trains. <br /><br />"I'm Pennsylvania bound!" Headlong into the mountains we go. For a city kid from Chicago it's quite the sight. A hill to me merely means something at the park for children sledding. But now I saw heights everywhere. Appalachia embraces with her mountainous arms, enveloping you inside the earth. We're part of something larger, I see - a small part, but secure within it's love. <br /><br />The rustic river of Johnstown is gorgeous to behold. Now I wouldn't want to drink from it, but looking is divine. Never have my eyes seen such a sight. There's faith in this town, I witness. Everywhere slender towers topped with little domes' gilded glimmer, guiding ever East. Old buildings, factories, take me back in time to an era I thought no more existed. But there it was, still standing. <br /><br />Through the tunnels, up the incline, then to that magical place. Horseshoe Curve lets you take a turn; a poignant accomplishment, indeed. For now, I feel, we have made it to the other side. <br /><br />Altoona's stop is next. It is nice to see the tribute to rail's involvement and history throughout the state. Here there lines the track rail cars from days of yore. A fitting thing, and lovely to look at. To Altoona I must return.<br /><br />Anxious to get to my alightment, I count the minutes, the miles. At last! The Susquehana - now it won't be long. Freight trains are passing. Aha, there is the yard! Soon Ringling Red will reside in it. <br /><br />Quaint town, traditional station: "Harrisburg!" We're here. I find it lovely and would like to linger longer. <br /><br />But the journey must continue. A foot stepped onto the platform here, only a whistle stop may I pause. Hershey lies ahead. Destinations' call.<blockquote></blockquote></span></blockquote>Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-51130630998402314172008-10-10T04:48:00.003-05:002008-10-10T05:02:04.756-05:00It's OctoberToday is the anniversary of Oscar Brown, Jr.'s birth. This Chicago legend (who we lost in 2005) offered such important contributions which will only, perhaps, be fully appreciated in the decades to come. (Not unlike many an important artist, historically.)<br /><br />I've been commemorating the occasion by listening to his recordings more closely while delving deeply into some lesser known parts of his body of work. Among these gems is a poignant piece, entitled, "It's October." I offer my transcription of lyric alone here:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /><br />Season changes scene<br />And leafy shades of green<br />Go golden red and brown<br />Then wither, flutter down<br />To clutter up the lawn<br />Another Summer's gone<br />Old Winter's comin' on<br />It's October<br />It's October<br /><br />A bracing Autumn breeze<br />Makes dancers of the trees<br />And nipping at my nose<br />It pokes about my clothes<br />For openings and rips<br />Inside of which it slips<br />It's frosty fingertips<br />It's October<br />It's October<br /><br />October's I have known<br />The colors they have shown<br />In beautiful displays<br />On Indian Summer days<br />The booting of a ball<br />The harvest moons and all<br />Fragrance of the Fall<br />It's October<br />It's October<br /><br />The seasons of our lives<br />That later on arrives<br />They seem so sad to some<br />But, nonetheless, must come<br />If only we'll arrange<br />When life turns cool and strange<br />To gloriously change<br />It's October<br />It's October</span><br /><br /><br />And, along a similar line, this spot on reflection of his latter years:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRFb-D1gYY0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRFb-D1gYY0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-66696814716706623372008-10-04T03:05:00.004-05:002008-10-04T03:14:48.228-05:00Go Cubs Go (Sox)Before they both fall out of postseason play....<br /><br />... let me share this:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yy8-wIge42Q&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yy8-wIge42Q&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Two legendary Chicago pianist/vocalists go at it politely as Judy Roberts (Northside Cubs fan) plays and sings "Go Cubs Go" and Audrey Morris (Southside Sox fan) responds in time - cheering for her own team and heckling the Cubs.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-67473268173137084262008-10-01T02:25:00.001-05:002008-10-04T03:03:53.964-05:00Lights On In OctoberThe year was 1906. Cubs versus Sox. And, well, things haven't always been too hot many years which followed. Yes, the Cubs had a couple more World Series appearances thereafter. And the Sox were solid until the scandal of 1919. Those Damn Yankees always held them back, even in better seasons once the New Yorkers' new (now old) stadium got built and a guy named Ruth came around.<br /><br />But a renaissance is occurring. 2005 was a banner year on the South Side of Chicago. The Cubs are in postseason two years in a row - a first in our fine town since anytime you might remember.<br /><br />1906 featured day games only. But this year, the lights will likely shine both Northside and South. It's a sight I never thought my eyes would witness.<br /><br />This season is something special. Who knows how far the rivals will advance. Still, it's a sight to behold and treasure every step along the way. One would hope this could become an annual occurence. But with our sports teams' history, neither will I trust it shall. Instead, I'm enjoying the experience.<br /><br />Special experiences. Isn't that, in some sense, what life is about?<br /><br />And what more special than baseball?<br /><br />Perhaps a once in a lifetime chance comes with the tiebreaker game. It doesn't have to happen all that often. Much less involving your city's team. To boot, the home team is determined by a coin flip which gets thrown late season "just in case." An odd evolving of events over the last week of this season ended with the Sox and Twins both in first. Yet only one could make the playoffs. So the ritual for determining a Central Division Champ was set into place.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfolA062I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MuGhLiHcpM4/s1600-h/soxscorecard1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfolA062I/AAAAAAAAALQ/MuGhLiHcpM4/s320/soxscorecard1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202272341781346" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">The date, first, was postponed by another rarity: a rainout played end of season only "if necessary." A weekend of rain which threatened to keep the Tigers and PaleHose from playing ANY of their three game set in mid-September left one game outstanding. And the Sox had to win. They did, on yet another rainy day. Which brought the team from Minneapolis to the Cell. Better on our home turf that theirs - where White Sox never fare too well.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfpGZ-1UI/AAAAAAAAALo/mZBeAGWjbB8/s1600-h/soxscorecard4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfpGZ-1UI/AAAAAAAAALo/mZBeAGWjbB8/s320/soxscorecard4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202281305658690" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I got a ticket to the game! A lousy seat it was. Behind a pole in upper deck where home plate is obstructed. Some kindly fan did not show up. So I moved down the row. Ah, that's much better!<br /><br />Now, sometimes fans just mess around. They do the wave. They eat. It's fun, I suppose, but not about the game. This night was different. Absolutely intense. No one dared miss a pitch. Even in running to do your duty or buy a beer, every pitch; every out was sought to be seen. And a sight of itself was the "blackout", with fans asked to wear their team's color of note. Good guys (and girls) all the stadium round was fancied with darkness. And on the concourse, the outfield deck, even fundamentals porch stood nothing but fans, fans, fans.<br /><br />"Let us duel!" For our honor, for the right to move on, till death may the best team win. Two pitchers in tight battle gave up hardly a hit. And excitement it came when they did. Could Ken Griffey, the son, in this twilight of career toss out that Twin from third to home running hard? On one hop, rightly placed, pegged by A.J. he did, as the catcher carried Cuddayer out to tag.<br /><br />There was Nancy playing poignant Na Na Na Na Hey Hey, Take Me Out To The Ballgame, Goodbye. Then came Thome to bat and a point with his stick - center field - just like Ruth once foretold. Here's the pitch, and it's hit, flying far, flying fast - this Southsider hero now on an otherwise cold evening heated up fans to a flame so intense - but one run all it held.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfo_qYTJI/AAAAAAAAALg/HXYf-n_Ev6w/s1600-h/soxscorecard3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfo_qYTJI/AAAAAAAAALg/HXYf-n_Ev6w/s320/soxscorecard3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202279495388306" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">'Twas enough for John Danks who threw brilliantly, till the 8th. One man on, one man out, this threat tying run stilled for a moment the crowd with concern. Then came the cry of a clown. "Goooooooooooooooooooo!" pierced the stands - just like Andy once did - built the cheers, the excitement, then that classic call, "YOU! WHITESOX!" clarion. "Whack!" on next pitch: doubleplay.<br /><br />Bobby Jenks took the ball. Here's one out, now it's two. Then the hit out onto center field. Diving in Anderson nabbed it and "Hey Hey!" Jack, "Holy Cow!" Harry, Hawk tell me, "YES!" "That's a White Sox Winner" Rooney would say. One run us - shutout. Let's celebrate! Dance! Champagne! Sing!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfo5OQ8RI/AAAAAAAAALY/ntGiVFdDN0I/s1600-h/soxscorecard2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfo5OQ8RI/AAAAAAAAALY/ntGiVFdDN0I/s320/soxscorecard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202277766852882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">An environment like no other. Of it I was a grateful part. Postgame party onfield and in stands lasted so long. Something special to tell generations to be. Winning tradition, long may it live!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfpCEKsxI/AAAAAAAAALw/qvoT-e0ReMs/s1600-h/soxticketboxscore.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/SOcfpCEKsxI/AAAAAAAAALw/qvoT-e0ReMs/s320/soxticketboxscore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202280140419858" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Yes, Tuesday, September 30, 2008 may have been a "blackout." But the lights will certainly shine on North side and South in Chicago October this, is true. May they meet at the end of the month!Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-61348834944032743422008-02-08T04:20:00.000-06:002008-02-08T05:28:49.225-06:00Passing Sadness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/R6wzmIOFO8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/knueJTSbgFw/s1600-h/IMG_24.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/R6wzmIOFO8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/knueJTSbgFw/s320/IMG_24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164559602821708738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Summer, 2006:<br /><br />I was attending the Logan Square based variety show, <a href="http://www.voiceofthecity.org/VU.html">Vaudeville Underground</a> one evening. A performer got up on a freestanding ladder and told stories from on high. "An interesting interlude," I thought. Next time I saw him at the same show, a month or two later, the ladder was employed once more. But this time in an entirely different manner. Here, a fast paced, well developed comedy act erupted on the floor of the Glade Memorial Hall Gym (er, I mean "Shangri-La Room.")<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/R6wzloOFO7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/J6hQy80Aa1Q/s1600-h/186.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/R6wzloOFO7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/J6hQy80Aa1Q/s320/186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164559594231774130" border="0" /></a><br />"Who is this guy?" one was left to wonder. Well, I got to chatting with him after the entree. A circus performer, 8th generation, who was continuing the tradition in varied environs, had moved to Chicago I found out. His name: <a href="http://www.ottaviocomedy.com/">Ottavio</a>.<br /><br />Ottavio became noted on the local scene as someone with unique talents not often witnessed. But, more than this, he was respected for his willingness to share and help others along. I can certainly attest to this. For, while I didn't get to know him particularly well, we would inevitably cross paths. He was always so personable, ready to reach out, listen to some concern, offer insight. And he asked for observations, also. Here, I discovered, was an artist on a dedicated path to growth who wanted to know what his audience thought and might provide in making his own presentations continually better. It isn't everyday you come across someone like him.<br /><br />Last Friday night, February First, a tribute was held at Evanston's <a href="http://www.actorsgymnasium.com/">Actor's Gymnasium</a>. There gathered were many of the people who had come to know him here and beyond throughout his life. A special occasion, much needed at the moment, in tribute of performance and reminiscence of story - the two things which Ottavio always loved to share of himself.<br /><br />In this same auditorium, he premiered last year <span style="font-style: italic;">"A Clown Without A Circus"</span> - his one man show. Now, twelve months later, he is no longer with us. At the age of 37 Ottavio, sadly, took his life. He is missed by so many. Yet the joy which he brought to our hearts, our lives, will long carry on to be shared just as it was this significant night.<br /><br />I got up to talk at one point, as we were all invited to do. My offering was the reading of a review which I wrote at the time of the aforementioned show. I thought it aptly summed up something about how he spoke to me as an artist and even what his very life was about. Here, then, I would like to share it for your own appreciation, also, in honor of Ottavio.<br /><br /><blockquote>"I wanna run away and join the circus!"<br /><br />It's the eternal cry of every child.<br /><br />But what's it like for someone who DID grow up living the circus life? In his show, A Clown Without A Circus, Ottavio Canestrelli offers us a reality check.<br /><br />All one can ask of an artist (all the more so a clown) is that he honestly bare himself. In the end, this is what provides most interesting to an audience, the sharing of one's story. And, indeed, here is where the work has it's greatest value.<br /><br />Ottavio is an 8th generation circus performer who toured with his family's act for two decades while growing up. As his parents grew on in years and his siblings left the circus life for other careers, he had a decision to make as to his own direction.<br /><br />The show starts with him falling out of the sky. A voice asks if he remembers where he was? "Selling insurance!" he replies. But, no, the voice implores him to dig deeper. He then turns to the audience and breaks the 4th wall (thus establishing an important connection and relationship with us that proves essential in order to appreciate and care about what he has to tell). "Do you really want to know?" 'Deed we do!<br /><br />Over the next hour, we are treated to stories of his experiences: from that of his first ring act (with twin brother Oreste), to how his mom and dad met, an animal act which escaped (along with a capturing effort that turned out to be a better act than the escaped monkey's typical show job), even a satire on the Nazi soldiers who forced his family into it's army employ as entertainment. Using impressionistic characterization, Ottavio brings each one of the tales to life with a believability that puts you there again as if you were watching it unfold for the first time.<br /><br />Intertwined throughout it all is an expansive display of circus arts. Canestrelli shows his skills in acrobatics, falls, balancing, handstand, single trapeze, a specialized stilt which enables jumping and flips; he employs hat tricks, basic contortion with a chair, and demonstrates how the Germans might have employed their secret weapon with his "big ball". Above all comedy thrives. The final act is developed around an outstanding unsupported ladder bit.<br /><br />Musical selections (many traditional or folksy in style) complement each act appropriately, helping to keep the audience entranced and well involved in each passing moment, while bringing out something more about the story being told. Such is fitting, considering the opening monologue that paints a picture of the music made from sounds of circus animals in the night.<br /><br />Still, the nagging voice we first heard lingers on. Asking all of the questions which someone might of a young man who's facing life's difficult choices, it forces our protagonist to reply. Moving the plotline forward and connecting his stories, then, Ottavio attempts to justify his experience. What was good, and right, about the circus life? What is "normal"? Was he correct to move on to "selling insurance"? Is he content? These are the things with which anyone who dares to be different must frequently face and struggle through (sometimes even against) in life. One wonders whether this nag is the outside voice of a well intentioned, yet uninitiated, busybody who doesn't truly understand his perspective or the challenging voice of an inner conscience. Whichever, the answer is clear: follow your heart's desires in order to find yourself.</blockquote>Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-34489804391830755392008-01-23T08:54:00.000-06:002008-01-23T08:59:09.533-06:00Oh Happy DayBirthdays are a special thing<br />They reveal to us our life<br />Streaming forward<br />Dripping down<br />Announcing victory amidst tearsTim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-68580217224419196582008-01-12T08:08:00.000-06:002008-01-12T08:10:37.038-06:00Doctor AtomicI'm not the biggest fan of John Adams' music. So I approached Lyric Opera's production of Doctor Atomic with a bit of apprehension. Yet it pleasantly surprised me.<br /><br />At last I have found a work of Adams which I genuinely appreciate. His texture of orchestration and vocal lines are so rich in working together that they just can't be fully appreciated in one night's attendance. Indeed, while there are few operatic productions which I feel a sense of urgency to attend a second time, this is certainly one which has elicited such an effect. <br /><br />As to the stage and plot production, itself, I found it worthy. In dealing with a topic where we essentially know the outcome, there is a challenge of making things especially interesting. In this work it was approached through delving into the human struggles and tensions of the time and individual personalities. Initially, I feared that this might be done tritely, in an oversimplified, almost idealistic or all too easily agendicized manner. Instead, it left me with an impression of genuineness as to the sincere challenges which we human beings experience when faced with such serious odds. <br /><br />The final scene, itself, is breathtaking. A flurry of activity occurs as an extended countdown to the experimental test approaches. Then an eerie period of stillness -waiting, watching in uncertainty of the moment, yet knowing of history what is to come. Once the bomb is detonated, we will understand clearly that our world is now a different place. Who will live, who will die, what will the future hold for us as a society of mankind? Yet, the truly telling thing of remarkable power here was an extended silence which followed the final note. Even as darkness fell upon the stage, instead of the typical outburst of applause which might have immediately come at the end of most productions, an almost reverential, thoughtful period remained for several seconds... no one seeming to want to break it with what would now seem inappropriate claps. Perhaps this had something to do with it being a new work... was it truly over yet? Still, in many a case the excitement of an outstanding scene brings about eruption. Not here... only stillness which was spoke significant. Indeed, even after the first hands were put together and final bows, it was hard to move on to other things that evening. I would have liked to linger longer in quiet contemplation of the disturbing reality which was upon us.<br /><br />Someone else who has seen the production commented to me that it is, "... difficult, but necessary." I might say, "challenging" rather than "difficult", but before Doctor Atomic closes it's January run at the Civic Opera House, you should not miss experiencing this necessary piece of important art. One which is so poignant in our contemporary time, when remembrance of the era is still living with us. But also a work which, surely, will last due to the topic's matter in history and the opera's timeless theme of human struggle.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-67217420979698732852007-12-25T10:57:00.000-06:002007-12-25T11:13:19.395-06:00Into this melancholy mourn.......a child is born!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/R3E48OPsPXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rO6g9cOVFcE/s1600-h/CardinalNewman2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/R3E48OPsPXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rO6g9cOVFcE/s320/CardinalNewman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147958456328404338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." <span style="font-style: italic;">John 1:5</span>Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-80133918344338875312007-12-22T10:52:00.000-06:002007-12-22T12:08:44.830-06:00I heard it through the grapevineA cold prevented me from getting out last weekend. Had I managed to drag myself away from that comfortable couch, though, the <a href="http://www.velvetlounge.net/">Velvet Lounge</a> would have certainly been the place to be.<br /><br />Chicago vocalist <a href="http://www.deealexander.net/">Dee Alexander's</a> star just continues rising. Stellar performances at <a href="http://www.jazzinchicago.org/presents/made-chicago/dee-alexander%2C-tribute-nina-simone-and-dinah-washington-09/11/07">Millennium Park</a>, the <a href="http://www.hydeparkjazzfestival.org/">Hyde Park Jazz Festival</a> earlier this year only highlighted her skills and notoriety, which seem to be extending even beyond what we've heard from her in previous years. Now audience reports surfacing suggest that last Saturday's spectacular, especially, served to seal recent success. Here is a jazz virtuoso vocalist who truly understands intelligent creation of unique musical sound, and she was complemented by an all star collaboration to make what is said to have been an unforgettable evening, the kind of which may not soon be here witnessed again.<br /><br />But don't just believe what I have to say. Judge for yourself. Check out the latest <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvxiXDQJJ0Y">video</a> posted by the <a href="http://www.jazzinchicago.org/">Jazz Institute</a> featuring her 2006 concert in Poland and discover why you won't want to miss her next big event.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-54087881439279234822007-12-16T23:08:00.000-06:002007-12-17T11:05:06.514-06:00All I want for ChristmasJust in case you were shopping for me and didn't know what to buy, I thought I'd offer this suggestion. <br /><br />It's a <a href="http://www.bordersstores.com/search/title_detail.jsp?id=57105500&srchTerms=santa%27s+village&mediaType=1&srchType=Keyword">book</a>. About a special place of play. Which, sadly, is no more. But one which brought so much joy to so many, including myself. From <a href="http://www.arcadiapublishing.com/">Arcadia Publishing</a>, which offers a great plethora of items on Chicago's history and culture, it is entitled, simply, "<a href="http://www.santasvillage.net/santas.village.dundee.illinois.html">Santa's Village</a>."<br /><br />Last year, when the last elf left, I wrote this soliloquy as a requiem. It's something I'd like to share now, again, in all the season's melancholic remembrance:<br /><br />For decades Dundee, IL has hosted Santa. Not just at Christmastime, but all year round. He had his very own village... "Santa's Village"!<br /><br />It started in 1959. Back in the heyday of good old <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fashioned</span> family entertainment. Take the kids for a ride out to the country and visit an amusement park!<br /><br />This place was unique. With decor resembling a <a href="http://theimaginaryworld.com/svDUN.html">North Pole Village</a>, it was awash in pastels.<br /><br />It was kind of small scale, really, with a relaxed feel. Not at all like the hyped up teenage adrenaline roars of the Six Flags parks which are so common today. You were, literally, spending a day with the family in a park. A park which had rides.<br /><br />Innovative rides.<br /><br />Sure, there were the bumper cars that everyone had. But their bumper car rides were made into a race.<br /><br />Yes, they had a thing that you could twirl yourself dizzy in. It was the snowballs!<br /><br />Indeed, they had a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sky ride</span>. It took you high above the train and forested trees beneath.<br /><br />But, then, there were the things which not everyone else enjoyed. Like a fire engine. All the kiddies hopped aboard and sat in the front row (sideways) of it's several cars. The parents rode in the back! The truck would get going, siren blaring, aways down a path and as you chased the call which came in reporting a fire. You'd be prepared to fight it with all of your might. Now, when you got older, you realized that this was just a gas device on a timer which went out after a minute and a half. But as a young boy it was the coolest thing in the world to approach this big doll house sized house engulfed in flame. You'd grab your little hose (attached to the side of the truck's cars in front of each seat) and fire away as the water was turned on. Then everyone would extinguish the fire to the applause of the adults and the congratulations of the firetruck lady with the microphone.<br /><br />Oh, you walk over to board a sleigh ride led by reindeer. And visit the petting zoo to feed the animals. Next, meet Santa. In the summer! There was even an ice skating rink.<br /><br />In the 80s they added a marvelous water park. And there was a large <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">picnicking</span> area for company gatherings or just families who wanted to relax.<br /><br />I hate to be cliche-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ish</span>, but they just don't make places like this anymore. It was wonderful. A part of my childhood. It ran at a pace which the world of today would be well guided to approach. Even the time at which the park closed evenings ("early dusk") had a genuineness to it which was just natural.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Santa's</span> Village failed to open this Spring. Riddled with debt and no investment backing, a judge ordered it gone for good. Yesterday, what was left of the Village was sold at auction.<br /><br />A few of the rides, at least, will last (somewhere) for others to share. Yet no longer will families have this wonderful environment to enjoy. Children will not make memories or longstanding value here ever again.<br /><br />The loss is painful to endure. It's long but slow coming <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">emblematic</span> of a breakdown in our culture: an all too "grown up" world. We need places, as a people, such as this.<br /><br />Gone (but not forgotten) is the place. The wonderful enchantment will never die!<br /><br />Bye Bye Santa! We'll miss you.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-8787243677324468282007-11-20T11:36:00.000-06:002007-11-20T12:18:48.340-06:00Top Cats<a href="http://www.philwoods.com/">Phil Woods</a> was in town this past weekend. He then did a benefit concert to raise funds for reopening the <a href="http://www.jazzshowcase.com/">Jazz Showcase</a> last night (where he reportedly called out Tribune critic Howard Reich, <a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/lifestyle/chi-1119monknov19,0,3413839.story">and his latest review</a>, publicly at the start of the set - receiving great audience applause in response to this rebuke.) While I wasn't there to witness it, I did catch his concert Friday night at the <a href="http://music.depaul.edu/">DePaul School of Music</a>.<br /><br />WOW!<br /><br />When you gather a group of top cats, the results can be vibrant. This was certainly the case at the Friday performance. Though this was a mere single hour long set (and I didn't get there till sometime in) it was most satisfying. Woods' name, of course, should speak for itself. To hear an artist of this quality for free is a special privilege. He was joined by Bob Lark, flugelhorn; Ron Perrillo, piano, Kelly Sill, bass, and Bob Rummage, drums.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ronperrillo.com/">Perrillo</a> is one of the most thoughtful artists on the Chicago scene, and deserves to be heard in his own right. Seeing his name on the bill of offerings, alone, always lets you know that it will be worth the price of admission. His soloing and accompanying decoration of others in the band was just brilliant at this performance, wonderful to the ear.<br /><br />Rummage... now here's a cat who can swing! He frequently set the band into a great groove; finding the right rhythms and leaving the necessary space for music to take flight as it should. This is a drummer who knows how to use the entirely of his tools for effective band work and interesting percussion which is rich and musical beyond the kind of comping too often offered by lesser talents.<br /><br />He went at it on the last number ("How High The Moon"), especially, in a pairing with Perrillo. The two of them playing together remarkable; making it almost hard to tell whose solo it really was, so on the spot were they both. Woods then called to him to go at it alone with his sax work for another treat. The boppish direction which the tune took on as it progressed made for a flourishing finish and great send off to the night.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-11714593213388875662007-11-16T17:11:00.000-06:002007-11-17T09:03:42.571-06:00Quality CircusI'm a circus fan. I see a lot of shows. So I view them with a certain level of honest critique. I don't just think it is neat to go see a circus. Well, alright, there IS that. If you can't get excited and drawn into wonderment by attending the circus, what CAN you find interesting in life? Still, I want something more. I want a show that speaks to me, offers some artistry, is well produced. <span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span></span><br />Every circus has its own unique character. So it may be unfair to compare one to another directly. Perhaps the better question is, "Do you do well what you are trying to do?"<br /><br />This year I have (thus far) seen the following shows: Ringling's <a href="http://www.ringling.com/explore/137/">137th Edition Red Unit</a> ("Bellobration!"), <a href="http://www.zoppe.net/">Zoppe</a> Family Circus, <a href="http://www.navypier.com/cirqueshanghai/">Cirque Shanghai</a>, <a href="http://www.kellymillercircus.com/">Kelley Miller</a> Circus, <a href="http://www.carsonbarnescircus.com/">Carson and Barnes</a> Circus, The <a href="http://www.midnightcircus.net/">Midnight Circus</a>, <a href="http://www.circesteem.org/">CircEsteem</a>'s Spring student circus, some local small shows with a circus oriented nature (including Ottavio Canestrelli's "A Clown Without a Circus"), and now the <a href="http://www.ringling.com/explore/hometown/index.aspx">Ringling Gold Unit</a> ("An Upside Down World.") The theme of the latter is not heavily emphasized as it was when the unique act of ceiling walkers highlighted the 134th Edition. This act (which I could happily watch many more times) is just one among many on the Gold Unit show. But, perhaps, this is the better brilliance of the production.<br /><br />It may be something about the intimacy of one ring. (And this Ringling show actually does maintain a ring!) There is a certain immediacy and closeness which draws one into the experience and gathers your attention effectively. But, this alone won't make a show top notch. There needs to be a flow, a drama, a comedy to be a fit. This circus has that in a way that none other I have seen this year provides.<br /><br />Unlike the other Ringling offerings currently running, the Gold Show (despite its entitlement) does not seek to provide some sort of story line running thread or even an overall thematic context. Rather, the show's characters speak for themselves. Yes, character is the key. From the initial introductions of Ringmaster <a href="http://www.ringling.com/explore/hometown/stars/jweiss.aspx">Jon Weiss</a> to the extended European style clowning entrees of <a href="http://www.ringling.com/explore/138/stars/tdougherty.aspx">Tom Dougherty </a>(and his traditional American style clowning complement Mitch Freddes); the beauty, grace, and strength of <a href="http://www.ringling.com/explore/hometown/stars/szerbini.aspx">Sylvia Zerbini</a>, the costuming of their teetherboard team, or the "businesslike" attire of contortionists. The real story and connective tissue is, then, in the acts themselves, each speaking something of its own particular nature.<br /><br />I think my favorite piece was a lovely elephant act. Not the kind of thing one typically thinks of with Ringling. Rather than a large procession of pachyderms, or even a trio tramping around with their tricks, a single bull did the job. It started out with a young girl in pajamas laying on a sofa at the end of track space. Tired, but still awake, she discovers a little stuffed animal elephant inside the ring, perched on a small tub. She enters the ring, retrieves it, and returns to the couch to sleep. Here begins a dream sequence where subtle blue lighting accents an entering elephant at the portal opposite end. Complete with extended tusks, and enveloped in fog, it sports a beautiful woman who then presents the glittered animal through delightful poses and fanciful moves. This tender piece is circus as ART! It is something which relates well to the imaginations of children "of ALL ages", 1 to 100. It is the kind of thoughtful thing which can recapture an audience that has grown apathetic or lost high expectations.<br /><br />Also of note was a clowning act by Tom Dougherty, based upon his antics in finding a fancy hat to play "Ringmaster", and the cadre of backup singers who appear to announce his placement of the hat. It takes other hilarious twists and turns, including an illustration of what might happen to your cell phone if you let a clown get his hands on it. I am gladdened to see Ringling enabling such serious humor and giving it the time it needs to develop. I don't know whether the act can communicate as well to the larger performance space required of the Blue show, but it certainly would be great to see this survive as Dougherty moves to that unit next season.<br /><br />Perhaps everything was not ideal on this show. I could certainly find room for improvement in places. And, obviously, a number of the acts (and much of the music) is recycled from former Ringling productions. But this does not in any way stale with this presentation. Instead it received new life! The show, then, has all the excitement which you'd expect from Feld. To boot, this circus runs well and tight. There is an intimate, charming aspect to it. It connects with an audience on numerous levels. And you certainly have FUN!<br /><br />There still remain some "new cirque" productions which I intend to witness before the year ends. But, as far as something in the more traditional vein goes, this show, now reaching its end run, has been the best of the year I've seen. Indeed, the Gold Unit's "Upside Down World" may not quite be on the same level as Barnum's Kaleidoscape was, but it's quite possibly the next best thing that Ringling has had to offer since.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-39197829458808342472007-11-14T08:54:00.000-06:002007-11-14T10:29:48.095-06:00Wednesday Night JazzThere aren't enough good clarinetists in this city! At least not that I know of. Where are you hiding, if you're there?<br /><br />One of the best to be heard, however, is Kim Cusack. With a sound somewhere between Pete Fountain and Benny Goodman, he's an expert interpreter of the tunes which were popular in even the early part of LAST century. But, of course, many of these songs (especially those of dixieland heritage and 30's-40s big band era) have become lasting standards, if not always played as often as once was the case. Cusack is presently leading a quartet at <a href="http://www.andysjazzclub.com/">Andy's</a> on Wednesday evenings (the early set) through December. His inclusion of guitarist Andy Brown as part of the group adds an extra element of excitement that isn't particularly common in instrumental combos of this kind. (Well, that is, if you can find this sort of small group highlighting clarinet anywhere else, anyway.) So check them out and hear something unique, worthwhile, of lasting traditional jazz.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.coreywilkes.com/">Corey Wilkes</a> is one of the hot young lions on the Chicago jazz scene. His abilities on trumpet are quickly earning him well deserved renown. He leads an outstanding quintet which follows upon Cusack's group (and moves things up a few decades in the process.) With a tight band and some excellent players all, it is something truly notable in the current available musical offerings ongoing. If Wilkes and his cats (most significantly saxophonist Marquel Jordan) are as on as they were last week, you won't be disappointed.<br /><br />Finally, the aforementioned <a href="http://www.andybrownguitar.com/">Andy Brown</a> celebrates the release of his debut CD, simply entitled Trio and Solo, with a live performance at <a href="http://www.katerinas.com/">Katerina's</a> tonight (Wed, Nov. 14) featuring none other than his trio and solo offerings. Brown is a quite adept instrumentalist with an interesting musical voice. He's been quietly building a reputation as someone solid, and thus finds himself regularly featured at the key clubs with the better bands around town. Yet his cool demeanor, which is an asset in his sound and work, can let him pass under the radar screen if you aren't paying close attention. So make sure to see what he's all about and drop by the release party, buy his disk, or both!Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-86410581308902547572007-11-11T16:00:00.000-06:002007-11-11T15:56:48.088-06:00Climate of ConcernThe <a href="http://www.chicagosinfonietta.org/">Chicago Sinfonietta</a> offers innovative and interesting programming, providing new twists on the old and creative programming anew. On Monday evening, October 29, I attended their concert at Orchestra Hall entitled "Climate of Concern." Part of the <a href="http://www.chfestival.org/festival/index.cfm">Chicago Humanities Festival</a>, it sought to explore environmental issues through music. The concept intrigued me enough to check it out.<br /><br />Often, I enjoy listening to works which I have not previously heard. So the first half of the program was enticing. It began with a premiere performance of the <span style="font-style: italic;">Fanfare for Strings and Timpani</span>, by Fred Onovwerosuoke's. The program notes state that it, "... draws from the warrior dances of the Urhobo people of Nigera." Sadly, my late departure to the event made me miss the piece, billed as, "... a celebration of life; of a people's accomplishments, and their hopes and aspiration for the future." Though, I was assured by the lady who sat next to me that night, it was fantastic.<br /><br />I did arrive in time to catch <span style="font-style: italic;">Global Warming</span> by Michael Abels. With a decidedly Southwestern sense of sound, I was pleasantly surprised at how well it worked. I don't know why I should say, "surprised" other than that I may always worry a tad about what a contemporary work has to offer. Yet this had a traditional, folksy, and even Copland-esque sensibility which I found satisfying.<br /><br />The highlight of the evening followed. Native American flautist R. Carlos Nakai was featured in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Two World Concerto </span>of James DeMars<span style="font-style: italic;">. </span>Nakai's unique instrument with it's haunting sounds and pitches pitted among the swirling sounds of orchestration certainly did work wonderfully as a sort of tone poem. One movement, titled "Lake that Speaks: trembling of beings and things," brings forth infrequently heard colors influenced by the landscape of the composer's Minnesota home. This was a case where it was also intriguing to actually see the music being played, and what instrumentalists needed to do for production of the required soundscape.<br /><br />Beethoven's 5th Symphony was the more well known work on the program to balance things out. I hadn't heard a live performance of this all too familiar piece in some time. Boosting interest and adding another perspective, a touted video presentation on our environment was to accompany the final movement. Paul Freeman had his orchestra offer a light, sensitive rendition of the symphony which brought attention to insightful playing in parts that I had never so closely noticed before. Really, I became enraptured by this. What it lacked in bombastic dynamism which one might be more accustomed to, it there enabled a natural beauty to proceed. This was the real statement on the environment, I thought, one which music alone could provide.<br /><br />In contrast, the Bill Foster video presentation paled. Really, I thought it detracted. High tech morphs from scenes of natural beauty to industrialism, pollution, and automotive seemed all too obvious and ideological. This proved a disappointment. Better, I imagined, had the wonderful nature photographs (largely drawn from a collection of Linda and Thomas Litteral) spoken solely.<br /><br />Actually, I truly thought, at its completion, that this was a case where it would have been better to just leave well enough alone, allowing the music to speak for itself and enabling us to draw from it what we will via individual insight and reflection, rather than trying to make an overly obvious statement through the addition of video. It isn't that there is inherently anything wrong with the visual image possibly helping to bring out another aspect. It can be done effectively at times. Still, I recall what my freshman year of high school music teacher told us about not trying to force some imaginative image in your mind's eye to match the music. Certainly, there are tone poems and such. Music can have a great effect to make us feel something beyond itself. But that's the thing! Music can do this <span style="font-weight: bold;">without</span> any need for assistance. It is a language beyond words. And even one picture can easily obscure rather than elucidate that communique with unnecessary cluttering chatter. Here is where a mere program book commentary to get us thinking about how the music speaks to a topic (as was extensively well provided already) would have done much more good, ultimately.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-34913327295039482892007-10-25T03:54:00.000-05:002007-10-25T05:43:10.771-05:00Treasures Lost<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmuovgmCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VrpzE8nrlf0/s1600-h/100_0768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmuovgmCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VrpzE8nrlf0/s320/100_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125209327344326690" border="0" /></a><br />I wrote the following piece just after Labor Day. But I never got around to posting it till today. First I needed to upload some <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10095734@N06/sets/72157602118055645/">pictures</a>. Those available at the link below are only a small and incomplete, even inadequate, representation of the pictorial statement which I have to offer. But it will need to now suffice, at least until some later date when I am able to provide something more complete and personal from my full collection.<br /><br />Recently, the <a href="http://www.archdiocese-chgo.org/">Archdiocese of Chicago</a> posted a press release on their website noting that work on this project was progressing on schedule. Witnessed report suggests the same, meaning that time has run out and a Chicago landmark, a national treasure, "built for the ages" to last is coming to it's end. This is a sad day for all of us, indeed.<br /><br />My September thoughts now:<br /><br />School's in for Chicago students. Well, save at one significant institution.<br /><br />For over 100 years, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archbishop_Quigley_Preparatory_Seminary">Quigley Preparatory Seminary</a> served Chicago and it's Catholic Archdiocese. A high school seminary may seem an odd idea these days. It shouldn't. For just as boys dream of their potential professions from a young age, vocations must be nurtured among the tender hearted. Often the signs of call are present in the character seen from boys of this time in life. Oh, it is argued, that "These are just boys." But boys (and girls) in teenage years get married, have sex (and babies), prepare diligently for other careers. They work, play sports, take on all kinds of responsibilities. So many are ardently pursuing college and futures filled with hope. Indeed, parents now plan these things from the time a child is born with more passion than that of trying to sign up for potential Bozo show tickets used to be in town. Why not, then, encourage some among our brotherhood to consider a life of ordained service to their fellow man?<br /><br />It should be noted that no one becomes a priest upon graduating from high school. No, it is a long road. For the diocesan priesthood, one must complete college and four years more thereafter until the time they enter ministry. Possibly more for those in religious life. So seminary is a time of learning: about oneself, the Church, God, and others. It is an opportunity to grow: Physically, Intellectually, Emotionally, Spiritually. Twelve years gives you a lot of time to mature. Nor are today's seminarians isolated from the "real world". To the contrary, those who attended this high school lived in its midst, right among the rest of society in bustling downtown. What they received at Quigley, then, was an invitation and opportunity more than anything.<br /><br />The school has a storied history. Back to the early days when it was founded as Cathedral College of the Sacred Heart in 1905. The institution grew and by the nineteen teens, a new <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Cardinal_Mundelein">Archbishop (Mundelein)</a> with grand visions decided to build. What Chicago needs, he noted, is a place of particular dedication and grandness to properly foster such a work. And so, a beautiful piece of praise in Architecture was designed downtown. In its day, the facilities were cutting edge. The faculty, too, intended to be the best in town. This was set to become the showpiece school for Chicago. And it was! So much so as to rival the other grand institutions, including Jesuit run <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._ignatius_college_prep">St. Ignatius</a>. Named "Quigley" in honor of the founding <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Edward_Quigley">Archbishop</a> who started Cathedral College, the reputation it built stands strong to this day.<br /><br />Indeed, it flourished to the point of an expansion wing being built only 10 years later. And it continued to grow. In the early 60s (a peculiar period) so crowded was "Le Petit Seminaire" that a South Side branch was opened. "Just give me good men and I'll have good priests," then Cardinal Meyer exhorted the faculty at their opening luncheon. Quigley did just that! Many men who chose priesthood, marriage, service to Church and secular society in Chicago and well beyond came forth from her arms.<br /><br />Due to restructuring, the South branch closed (perhaps unnecessarily) in 1990. It was re-merged at the downtown campus, and a new stage in the school's life began. Much turmoil resulted and vocations declined. Only in recent years have the growing pains of Chicago's seminary system started to again yield more fruit in numbers continuing forward through the later stages of seminary discernment. That isn't to say that it didn't still serve its mission even when it's alumni failed to continue onward or make it the remaining 8 years to the altar. Truly, it exposed them to something unique. It fostered serious questioning about the purpose of life, their place in the world, exploring of talents, the need for self giving sacrifice, where one can do the greatest good, listening to God's voice, finding your calling. It focused these questions in a way that no other school could. It provided a safe environment where self conscious teens could find it acceptable to "go inside" and ask such things. Not everyone knew with absolute clarity when high school was completed where they would end up. But Quigley set them on their way and gave them wings to fly.<br /><br />Upon this past Spring ending, Quigley closed. Archdiocesan interests decided it was no longer of any value or worthwhile use. Other things could be done with its millions in endowment funds, perhaps. And the beautiful building, intended to inspire young men to dream, to understand the mystery of Christ, could simply be reclaimed for something else. Into diaspora the students were sent. Alumni who considered this a loving home, also, out of their ass. Tossed to the streets with the rest of those homeless beggars who graced the blocks encompassed; slept on the school's steps.<br /><br />Last week it all hit me. Hard. In the area around 3 O'clock, I looked up to that familiar sight which became a centerpiece for students of recent decades: the John Hancock Building. I realized that school should be letting out. The Quigley seminarians of today hitting the streets surrounding, enriching the environment and partaking of one like no other in a way which none other can. But no one was there. The sidewalks which were trod for the past 100 years by footfalls, growing steps, of so many young men now met with absent silence. A terribly empty environment.<br /><br />Sure, there was an ancillary outreach established. But it won't be the same. Nor am I convinced it can succeed when something similar was tried and failed not too long ago. And, really, what does it say when an Archdiocese abandons its long standing showpiece school? Can the Church's commitment to Catholic education's importance be trusted? What does this say for the value of priestly discernment when we don't support it with our best endeavors possible? Or when the archdiocesan vocations spokesmen are repeatedly quoted in press reports that they don't believe in our youth's potential to discern their call? No, it just isn't as good of a thing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmuIvgmBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Xe5vayiVaXY/s1600-h/100_0452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmuIvgmBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Xe5vayiVaXY/s320/100_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125209318754392082" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The building, last I heard, was set to be reinvented. Listed on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Register_of_Historic_Places">National Register of Historic Places</a>, it will get gutted. So much for significant sites. Yet it seems to be the story of Chicago. Knock down, rebuild. Oh, the facade will stay in place. But it won't be the same. For it was built as a school. A question I often hear is, "Will the chapel at least remain." A glorious space, modeled after France's "Sainte-Chapelle", the Gothic room has astounding stained glass and awesome acoustic. The answer is, yes. It is the only space in the building to be retained entire. Still it will not serve it's purpose. For it was constructed not as a stand alone piece, but part of a larger whole. It was intended (and used 90 years running) as the pinnacle of the rest. It was a place of prayer, of transition, of music and ministry, growth for a continuous stream of boys and young men who passed through or paused. Now it sits simply empty, this living bloodstream cut off. The Sacred Heart, long pulsating, stopped. The sound of so many male voices filling it's resonant space eerily quiet.<br /><br />The warmth of the place will be destroyed. Old woodwork, marble steps. Human elements which speak to us strongly tossed to the trash. For what? An administrative office building of the Archdiocese which will cost too much to run. Indeed, this takeover (though certainly savored by it's occupant bureaucrats to be) will not even house all of the necessary offices the Catholic Church needs. Instead, after they sell off their present downtown "Pastoral Center" for a hefty price, yet another old South Side building must be converted to house the heads and staff offices for "pastoral" ministry. This will disunify that which needs to be brought together. Nor will the Church have availability of a wonderful auditorium room which has long been employed for conferences and receptions. Where will they go for such things in the future and how much extra will it cost when the grand space is subdivided as they allegedly intend? A wasteful endeavor, overall. And, ironically, one which could be easily avoided were they only to have enough sense of building upon the large space available across the street from <a href="http://www.holynamecathedral.org/">Holy Name Cathedral</a> only two blocks away on State. Indeed, the latter possibility holds much hope of providing not only unified space, but a new and efficient building with expanded parking and plenty of economic sources for future income. But this would make too much sense. The Catholic Church, after all, proves itself worthy to the world, usually, in her ability to survive despite age old power grabs and the only consistent: incompetence.<br /><br />Yet the loss not only of a great institution, but a beautiful place is something which should cause all Chicagoans pause of concern. Why is no one complaining? Typically, when an historic building is threatened, one will hear all kinds of outcry. But precious little has been expressed here. Does no one understand or appreciate what this place is, what it means, what is being tossed to the pits? Perhaps. It was not the case that many came to spend much time within the school's walls. Unless they taught there or are among the alumni. Maybe the call of concern for the chapel is precisely because of increased public use of this space in recent years. Would only those who seem satisfied that it will last talk to those who know the rest of the place all too well. Were they to see the photography, feel the wood, walk the floors. Get a sense of what it means.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmt4vgmAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SSLRe7FUx_8/s1600-h/100_0270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmt4vgmAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SSLRe7FUx_8/s320/100_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125209314459424770" border="0" /></a><br />Here, then, I would like to share with you what little I can. Though I will post only a couple of pictures on this blog, I invite and implore you to visit <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10095734@N06/sets/72157602118055645/">this album</a> which has an extensive photo essay. Perhaps it will inspire you to object to the massacre of a gorgeous building meant to last. Yes, the walls will continue to stand mostly as is. But it won't look the same - even from the outside - with an entirely different inside. The grandiosity of something so significant ought not be destroyed.<br /><br />Indeed, why not build upon what already is, making positive use with relatively minor modification? Certainly <a href="http://www.luc.edu/">Loyola University</a>, next door, would covet the opportunity to partner with the Archdiocese in employing the facility for their own growth. In fact, the next level of Chicago's seminary system is operated in conjunction with Loyola. Its students could use the facility for classes, discernment, chapel prayer and liturgical training. Other preparatory programs, such as the one for Spanish speaking students, <a href="http://www.casajesus.org/">Casa Jesus</a>, could benefit from it, too. Thus the history and purpose of this place could be continued. It might become the center for Chicago's revamped <a href="http://www.archdiocese-chgo.org/departments/vocation/home.shtm">vocations office</a>. Discernment programs would be hosted here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmtIvgl-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/xPsCyvrGLqg/s1600-h/100_0795.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmtIvgl-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/xPsCyvrGLqg/s320/100_0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125209301574522850" border="0" /></a><br />But not only this, it could serve as a downtown cultural center for the Archdiocese. Quigley's courtyard was once a grassy space. What better thing to do for downtown than return it to such for the public? Rest awhile amidst the beauty, embraced by her loving arms. Come in and eat at a lunch buffet in a renovated room of grace which once served school cafeteria purposes. Visit a historic display of Archdiocesan artifacts, now housed in far away Mundelein where few visit them - or even know of their existence. Attend prayer of liturgy in the chapel, artistic events in the auditorium. Have a cup of coffee and sandwich in a first floor converted Rush Street cafe. This would be a great thing of goodwill for the entire city of Chicago, the Archdiocese, the alumni, and vocations. Athletic facilities might even be employed as a downtown gym, or for sporting programs supporting disadvantaged youth. And any modifications of such a project would be modest, mainly preserving the historic integrity of the facility.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmtYvgl_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/WIeWIuF8430/s1600-h/100_0252.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RyBmtYvgl_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/WIeWIuF8430/s320/100_0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125209305869490162" border="0" /></a><br />Here, then, is my plea. Look at the pictures, Appreciate what is being lost. Then DO something. Whatever it may be. Call your alderman and the mayor. Stop donating to the Church - especially the annual "Catholic Appeal". And LET THE CHANCELLOR, Jimmy Lago, know WHY. Organize with architectural aficionados to decry and plan alternatives. Encourage arts or educational groups to suggest worthwhile uses. Perhaps it is not too late. Possibly not all is lost. At least not yet. So much good can be done with a classic Chicago building. We are all bankrupted when we just sacrifice such culture, our heritage and history. Instead, the Archdiocese of Chicago, and indeed, all the residents of this fine city or its one time inhabitants should commit ourselves to doing something truly positive and forward thinking with one of our greatest treasures to serve of society well.<br /><br />Indeed, I must return to the constant question which gets asked regarding the retention of Quigley's chapel. I have begun to respond, "What would you do if I said it, also, was set to be destroyed?" If people are passionate enough about the chapel to inquire and possibly do something in response were that answer to its lasting, "No," then all it would take is some simple concern and like outrage for the reality of the rest of the historic facility.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-91260049989065466632007-10-23T01:21:00.000-05:002007-10-23T03:43:53.261-05:00Irritating Sound Amidst MusicWhy is it that, when attending a club or concert venue where listening to music is the point of being there, do some people insist on ignoring this reality?<br /><br />Last week, I visited two venues; each of which encountered this challenge.<br /><br />At <a href="http://www.katerinas.com/">Katerina's</a> Thursday, I thought it would be a great chance to catch <a href="http://www.twoforbrazil.com/">Two For Brazil</a> in a nice, intimate setting. The outstanding duo of <a href="http://www.gregfishman.com/">Greg Fishman (sax)</a> and Paulinho Garcia (guitar/vocal) won't likely be heard so regularly in Chicago before long, as Fishman soon moves to Arizona. It's a great loss for the Chicago jazz scene, even though he will probably be involved on a visiting basis. Greg's playing is just stellar; which is why he is well noted and appreciated around the nation and internationally. Paulinho has such a lovely, lilting voice and sensitive scat that you won't hear elsewhere. Do catch them there in November while you still can.<br /><br />And, yet, their playing was disturbed by a chatty group of interlopers who seemed careless that anyone else was in the club but them. As the break ended and the music started to play, I could understand it taking a moment for them to quiet themselves. But they only got louder. At one<br />point, Fishman found an appropriate place in the music to take a sudden rest, revealing even to this quartet that THEY had become the center of inadvisable attention. Even after my own polite intervention asking them to respect the music and listeners, they only modulated downward their conversation slightly. Eventually, they were moved to the back table, where they found an acoustical spot that EVERYONE would hear them chatting away as if their placement now made loud conversation acceptable.<br /><br />And they paid a cover charge to do this to us!<br /><br />Now, I don't want to spoil anyone's fun. And joyful conversation is certainly a part of this. Nor do I wish to encumber profits for an establishment. (Admittedly, this group laid down a lot more cash than I that night.) Restaurant and club owners must make patrons happy. Yet, is there nothing wrong with asking people to keep conversation to a minimum in a club which people come to specifically for music? It is not just background entertainment they are there for. Nor mere environment. Would the same persons make such araucous at the symphony or opera house ? And, if they did, would they not get thrown out? I think it simple decorum for an announcement to be made at the beginning of every set reminding patrons of what a great thing they have the opportunity to hear here this evening, and "out of respect" to the musicians and others around them to please shut up. Really, were people to just pay attention to the music momentarily, stopping to enjoy what is there, they might grow in appreciation of the art and want to return as listeners again. And, if they don't, well perhaps another establishment is better suited for you, after all.<br /><br />On Friday night, I had the opportunity to check out <a href="http://www.tommyemmanuel.com/">Tommy Emmanuel</a> live. Emmanuel is an amazing guitar virtuoso from Australia whose renown has been growing. He finally had the chance to play a larger venue in Chicago this tour, the <a href="http://www.jamusa.com/Venues/ParkWest/Concerts.aspx">Park West</a>.<br /><br />Opening this show was <a href="http://www.pamrose.com/">Pam Rose</a>. A singer/songwriter with a very nice voice and interesting tunes, she bears paying attention to, also. Look for her upcoming appearance in December on the David Letterman show.<br /><br />It is only too bad that some distracted late arrivers had no clue. Now, it always takes someone a little time to settle in. This is understandable. And, I really didn't mind them being late at<br />all. But there is something happening here which others are trying to give themselves over to and be involved with. Can't you do so, also?<br /><br />Again, one longs for the days of classic theater ushers, where such behavoir would quickly get corrected... or you'd be booted out. It would be wise of concert and venue promoters to be aware of the nature of their performances in order to make available, perhaps, well trained matrons who could accomplish this with class, when necessary. You know, <a href="http://www.andyfrain.com/">Andy Frain</a> ushers are back in service these days. They would also well suit the bill, just as well.<br /><br />Obviously, I am not asking people to sit still with hands folded upon their laps like a stone. Be attached to what is happening, respond appropriately - by all means! Shoot, perhaps people ought to be MORE responsive (both positive and negatively) at concerts where this sort of decorum is understood. But don't distract and draw the center of attention away from what is happening on stage unto yourself.... unless you can perform something even better, please!<br /><br />Anyway, then Tommy took the stage and things heated up. Actually, his short walk through the auditorium, itself, enabled a standing ovation before the show began.<br /><br />This man can play the instrument like no one else I have ever witnessed. He doesn't just play it, he manhandles it (gently) to produce the kind ofsound scape which one never imagined might emanate. One man alone, he seems like a 4 piece band, at times. Percussive to standup bass sounds, to multiple part work all together or individual, he ran through a two hour set of musical ideas which just have to be seen and heard. Indeed, this was certainly the best concert I attended all this year. It also reminded me of the value of live music; being in a room with the air and vibrations and energy which record along can not convey. This is what music making is truly all about. Sharing something so human, yet divine, of yourself and allowing it to connect with others.<br /><br />Saturday, I intended to make it out to <a href="http://www.popsforchampagne.com/">Pops for Champagne</a> to listen to the <a href="http://www.ryancohan.com/index_flash.html">Ryan Cohan</a> Quartet. Ryan is a fine musician (pianist) in town who many intelligent listeners talk about. So it is always good to find the opportunity to make a show of his. Unfortunately, other obligations prevailed. But he is there this weekend, also, so there is yet another chance for you and I, both. Here is hoping that Pops won't be as irritably noisy as it was last time I attended a show there.<br /><br />Really, they have the potential of being one of the most notable jazz rooms in town, with their new downtown location, if the management only recognizes and respects this reality seriously enough to stand up for it and foster appreciative audiences. It would be a real boom for themselves, the musical scene, and the city if they did.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-74895895685221381232007-10-01T15:13:00.000-05:002007-10-01T19:29:00.142-05:00Talkin' BaseballYesterday was the last of the season. At least for most. So I decided to sit back and enjoy, take it all in.<br /><br />Starting with Pat and Ron. The Cubs had clinched. They are headed to the playoffs. So today's game meant little. Just baseball for its own sake. Sit back and enjoy. A home run? Oh well, who cares! We're playing in the postseason. You're not. Life is wonderful. Stress is off. "What inning is it?" Santo laughingly asks. Any other day it might upset you that the broadcaster doesn't know. But today it was pure joy. Just engulf in the game which is timeless.<br /><br />On the other side of town, things weren't so hot this year. At least the Sox failed to finish last. Ed Farmer and Chris Singleton on radio, Hawk and DJ on TV. Sox lost, but someone in Detroit won the 13 run pool. And the team returned to the field following this game to thank their fans.<br /><br />I couldn't grab Bob Ueker on the air. Milwaukee's station broadcast the Packers, instead. So I turned to XM and dialed around, listening to the games about the nation. The Padres eliminated the Brewers from postseason play Friday. Could Milwaukee find revenge? "Hang a star on that one!" exclaimed Jerry Coleman. Anticipating victory and the wildcard entry, he hoped (alongside Andy Mazur) San Diego could seal things up. But it was not to be. The Brew Crew came back and overcame, forcing the Pads to a one game playoff today.<br /><br />Tom Glavine giving up several first inning runs? Could it really be? For a Chicagoan, seeing New York choke was wonderful!<br /><br />Then to the Phillies game, listening to them clinch. Nice comeback, the last few weeks, to oust those Mets.<br /><br />Dialing around, I hear Toronto, Kansas City, Boston, Oakland, and Cincy: the Brenamens talk, dad and son. Games which mean nothing today but are baseball, nonetheless.<br /><br />Over to the Diamondbacks - Rockies game. Who knew it would be so big? Colorado winning all but one the last two weeks and needing to now pevail in order to have one last chance at postseason play. What could be better?<br /><br />I'll tell ya what. The dial, at last, lands on the Dodgers. Where legend Vin Scully eloquently waxed. "I hope you don't mind me taking liberties with strict play by play today. It's the final day of the season and we're enjoying the bittersweet game visiting - just you and me." Artistry on the airwaves. He shared moments in time remembered from seasons gone by. And summed it up with A. Bartlett Giamatti's awesome poetic work, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Green Fields of the Mind</span>:<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come out, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.<br /><br />You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.<br /><br />Today, October 2nd, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone."</blockquote></div><br />The voices which guide us through the summer, keeping us company, giving us hope now fall silent, mostly. But, at least in Chicago, it lasts a little longer: red ivy will be seen this October.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-89348088821121914372007-09-08T03:15:00.000-05:002007-09-08T03:13:33.852-05:00All That JazzEvery Labor Day weekend the spotlight of jazz focuses its orb upon Chicago. Chicago's annual Jazz Fest isn't the best around.... but it is free!<br /><br />And it ain't so bad, either. Lack of grand finances (and admission fees) prevent the organizers from bringing in a lot of top national acts to fill the bill. The stage offerings are limited to one main stage for evening performances and two side stages in the afternoon. Actually, over the past few years, things have been expanding in the days before the formal fest. An <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">extravaganza</span> at Orchestra Hall now kicks things off on Thursday night. This ticketed event (which does carry a cost) featured Herbie Hancock this year. On Wednesday there is a jazz club tour available all evening for a quite reasonable (even cheap) cost of just 25 bucks. Tuesday night has a special concert at the Harris Theater. A tribute to Dizzy Gillespie this time around. Monday's free concert in Millennium Park gets things started. A showcase of local vocalists along with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Orbert</span></span> Davis led Chicago Jazz Philharmonic took that stage.<br /><br />So, all in all, it's a highlight week for music here. Chicago is, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">after all</span>, a center of the arts, and the jazz scene is quite active. More than a few musicians like to call it their home base.<br /><br />The formal fest runs Friday through Sunday in Grant Park. It's a lovely lakefront setting. Beyond the music available, one can wander over to visit Buckingham Fountain. You could browse through the arts exhibition (which has a lot of jazz related stuff), have a bite to eat. Sponsors provide games and other trappings to draw you in and get you to take the bait for their products. Some good deals can be had, if it is something that you truly do desire. You watch the boats pass along Lake Michigan across the street. Have a seat on the grass to take in some jazz.<br /><br />Now, despite the pleasant situation of the festival grounds, I must insist that it's time for the city to pick it up and move. Not far. Just a couple of blocks away: to Millennium Park. The Chicago Jazz <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Fest's</span></span> attendance does not seem so overwhelming that it requires the huge facilities of Grant Park, it's Butler Field lawn, and the horrible sound system of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Petrillo</span></span> Band Shell. Millennium Park with a shut down Monroe St. bridge between the park and Art Institute ought to give plenty of space and make for an overall better experience. The environment and sound system available with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pritzker</span></span> Pavilion is just so much superior. The cache of that stage may even attract notable artists. And there is no reason why the side stages can't be set up on Monroe, at the south end of the Promenade, or on the Harris Theater rooftop. Just because the Grant Park area has long been the large space which Chicago had for these events (and this is now considered to be something of the "festival" grounds) doesn't justify sticking around in the area when something so much more could be done so close. If the Lyric Opera and Chicago Symphony can have major annual concerts with huge crowds at Millennium Park, there is absolutely no reason why the jazz fest ought to be given short shrift and not see this music presented in the best of environments the city has to offer. Shoot, as another alternative or addition, there is even a nice stage on Northerly Island (the former <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Meigs</span></span> Field), not all that far away from the present festival grounds, which would make for an interesting secondary featured venue. And if money is a problem (which it always is) may I ask why the individual stages are not specifically sponsored. "Jazz on Jackson" sounds alliteratively alluring. But I'd happily accept "The Sears Stage" if it brings back some dollars which could be spent for more music.<br /><br />Enough with the rant (which I shall make EVERY year until the city accomplishes this) and onto a brief review of what I attended Friday - Sunday.<br /><br />Friday afternoon, I caught "A Salute to Jimmy Ellis". Featuring three generations of Chicago sax players, Ellis was joined by Ernest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Dawkins</span></span>, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Jabari</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Liu</span></span>. It was a nice tribute where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Dawkins</span></span> showed best.<br /><br />Then it was over to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Petrillo</span></span>. Upon arrival I listened to a set of Monk's music. Not the greatest presentation. The band wasn't always together as much as I'd like. And, really, I heard too much of the standard tunes for my tastes. They did break out a bit. This I appreciated. There is a need for balance between the familiar and stretching out into things which can be presented as an entree into the lesser known. Too much of either can prove hard to take. Still, though the audience clearly liked the music they readily identified, I heard a lot of stuff which I can get ad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">infinitum</span></span> anywhere else.<br /><br />On Saturday, I arrived in time to see Keefe Jackson's Fast Citizens. Their band has an interesting concept of playing a form of free jazz while still maintaining more structure as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">touch point</span>. And they actually accomplish this well. So often, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">avant</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">garde</span></span> jazz is difficult to follow. "Disorganized noise" it is sometimes (perhaps rightly) dismissed as by many. But this group maintains it's ability to just naturally go wherever the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">sound scape</span> leads, while still hanging onto something of worth which you can follow. They use jazz to explore a musical world in a way that perhaps no other form is able. I believe that this group finds a worthy reconciliation between the extremes of what was experimentally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">occurring</span> in the classical music world last century, where you had hyper (almost <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">mathematic</span></span> more than music) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">rigorism</span></span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">serialsts</span></span> at the one end and open ended ideas taken too far with the likes of John Cage at the other. It's quite an accomplishment!<br /><br />Then I wandered to the Jazz and Heritage stage a block away where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Typhanie</span></span> Monique was appearing where her longtime collaborator Neal Alger.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHCdwFg09I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JNBWoKR-ya8/s1600-h/100_2485.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHCdwFg09I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JNBWoKR-ya8/s320/100_2485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107577268794872786" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Typhanie</span></span> is an interesting vocalist. She enjoys taking on tunes from more recent decades, reinvigorating them in a jazz idiom and context. Whether providing a new spin on these or something from the standard <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">repertoire</span>, she adds a certain heft and edgy improvisation which keeps you on your toes. Even more lovely selections by way of ballad find strength of new meaning in her capable hands. In fact, it may be here that she subtly does some of her best work, backing things way down from the chops she employs on other stuff. Neal Alger, who also plays extensively with Patricia Barber, is flat out one of the best guitar players the city has. Always an unexpected, intriguing turn on a phrase - he never runs out of new ideas. His sound is something which draws you in and calls for you to pay attention.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHCeQFg0-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g731oE7CJ2w/s1600-h/100_2488.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHCeQFg0-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g731oE7CJ2w/s320/100_2488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107577277384807394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Mulligan Mosaics is a really quality big band led by the excellent and versatile sax player, Ted Hogarth, which draws together a number of the city's better instrumentalists to present music written by Gerry Mulligan and composers who were significantly influenced by his compositional style. Nice soloing work by several players complemented these arrangements. There was a real buzz among the audience for this group's work. It is one which ought to be followed.<br /><br />"The Cookers" started off the evening performances at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Petrillo</span></span>. It took them awhile to get going, but once they were into it they were on. Mostly post bop. The depth of playing by Cecil <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">McBee</span></span> on bass was most notable, particularly in his own composition "Peacemaker".<br /><br />The highlight of the night, I thought, was hearing a small band which featured legendary performers Ernestine Anderson and Frank <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Wess</span></span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHFbwFg1AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rY7wS5g8YAc/s1600-h/100_2598.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHFbwFg1AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rY7wS5g8YAc/s320/100_2598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107580532970017794" border="0" /></a><br />Anderson, at 79, still has such a strong, bluesy voice.. amazing for someone her age. Her phrasing illustrates musicality par <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">excelance</span></span>. This is not simply a singer, but someone who is a member of the band. I could listen to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Wess</span></span> play all night long. His performance is something which young lions could learn so much from. There is not necessarily a need to always go out there wildly in trying to push the envelope when such beautifully subtle and supple solos can be derived by simply sticking closely to the natural melodic line with sensitivity.<br /><br />Unfortunately, their set (which some suggested was cut a little short due to the overrunning of the previous band) got plagued by sound problems and feedback. This kept the stagehands running around trying to fix things. Still, it didn't damper the brilliance shown on songs such as "A Time For Love", "You Better Trust Your Heart", and a wonderfully laid back, easy sounding vocal of "I Love Being Here With You".<br /><br />The jazz festival had a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">privilege</span> of hosting as special guest artist "in residence" bass player, Charlie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Haden</span></span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHLcQFg1CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/juBmF0YEy2Y/s1600-h/100_2605.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHLcQFg1CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/juBmF0YEy2Y/s320/100_2605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107587138629719074" border="0" /></a> Each of the three days he took the stage with different groups: a young musicians selective on Friday, a Chicago all-star combo Sunday, and Saturday's main stage performance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHLcwFg1DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WKK-KPvYQN0/s1600-h/100_2604.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHLcwFg1DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WKK-KPvYQN0/s320/100_2604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107587147219653682" border="0" /></a> Billed as a sort of patriotic protest, but "Dedicated to Peace in the World", the Liberation Music Orchestra made their way through selections with either a political or Americana theme. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Haden</span></span> noted that his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">significant</span> recordings with this longstanding group have all been released during Republican Presidencies. One is, ironically, left to wonder whether the angst which such leadership inspires within him calls for their continued election, just so that we can hear more of this top notch artistry.<br /><br />Works included, "Not In Our Name" and "This Is Not America", but turned to such folk tunes as "Amazing Grace", the "Mockingbird" Spiritual theme as arranged in Dvorak's 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">th</span></span> Symphony, and "We Shall Overcome", upon which the group flung far afield from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">melody</span> in extensive soloing, including one by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">tubist</span></span>, Joe Daley, which drew fanfare from the crowd.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHLbwFg1BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cZ21nV_7iUE/s1600-h/100_2615.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHLbwFg1BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cZ21nV_7iUE/s320/100_2615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107587130039784466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sunday, I caught the latter part of the music and discussion hour entitled, "The Art of the Solo". Vocalist Janice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Borla</span></span> her band offered some insightful thoughts and performing demonstration of the things which go into creating good music and jazz solos.<br /><br />The Apex Club revisited featured Kim <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Cusack</span></span> and John Otto playing through old standards in dixieland style of Jimmy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Noone</span></span>, who was the featured bandleader in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">aforementioned</span> Calumet club of the 1920s. This was a refreshing contrast to some of the more contemporaneous stylistic which much of the fest provides. Besides, there aren't enough quality clarinetists in this town. So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">catching</span> two of the tops together is a rare opportunity!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHCdgFg08I/AAAAAAAAAFk/b5ivxRCDB9U/s1600-h/100_2660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANx06h6LoSc/RuHCdgFg08I/AAAAAAAAAFk/b5ivxRCDB9U/s320/100_2660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107577264499905474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A quick pass by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">mainstage</span></span> later that night placed notes in my ear which were all good and well. Still, I think I had enough wild improvisation (as this was) which is harder to follow and not always so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">aesthetically</span> pleasing to the listener. By the end of this great, but long, weekend I longed for appetizing melody as a center to return.Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439204077922055779.post-50641685821937885502007-08-29T15:15:00.000-05:002007-08-29T16:05:52.732-05:00Dancing With FireEvery summer month<br />As the full moon rises<br />Over Lake Michigan's shore<br /><br />Those most essential elements<br />Eternally known to man<br />Unite<br /><br />Rhythm and fire<br />Joined as one<br />Under the glimmering glow<br />Reflected in moonlight<br />Casting it's illumination<br />Out upon the lake<br />Deep blue shadows seen<br /><br />And on the grass<br />Lakeside<br />Resides a circle<br />Hundreds gather<br />To see, experience, witness, feel<br />This movement<br /><br />Drums beat their pulse<br />Tambourines accent<br />Native flutes intone<br />A voice<br /><br />The heart alights<br />Humanity responds<br />Jumping joyfully<br />In sound<br />Movement<br /><br />Gesticulating gypsy girls<br />Jive<br />Dancing darlings<br />Men, strong chested<br />Bare<br />Naked passions<br />Invoke<br />An internal flame<br /><br />At lakeside just south of Foster, the <a href="http://spunn.org/comm.shtml">Full Moon Fire Jam</a> occurs during the summer months (and into early autumn), on the occasion of, well, the full moon rising. It is a celebration of percussion and fire manipulation. Everything from juggling to poi, to devil sticks, to spinning rods lit aflame. Light marvelous with mysterious movement entrancing to the beats of drummers who feed upon the fire dance in response. One woman knelt as another twirled fire fast about her face. At last night's event, a crowd of over 200 were gathered to witness the spectacle. There is something which rings true to the core of man when these forces unite. Fire and rhythm joined astride water under moonlight. What could be better? It gets down to the base of our being and resounds. So much that you can't help being drawn in, fascinated - almost enspelled; let our a jubilant sound or dance or clap and stomp a beat along. Anyone and everyone can appreciate this sort of thing. Children who are entertained alongside awestruck adults, even the family pet wandering about uninhibited. The monthly ritual renewed perpetually, just like the forces of life within us which they vividly, extrinsically express.<br /><br />Youtube <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbQpAo_fxM4">clips</a> of these jams are online. Highly recommended. But live is even better!Tim on the Townhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05079298589905315579noreply@blogger.com0