Terry Teachout's Blog, page 85

TT: Mark your calendar

I haven't gotten around to mentioning it yet, but the New Jersey Performing Arts Center has asked me to "curate" a concert called "Portrait of Duke" that will take place three weeks after the publication of Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington . (Nice timing, huh?)

Here's how the NJPAC website describes the event, which is scheduled for November 9:

A celebration of the music and life of Duke Ellington, featuring Vince Giordano and the Nighthawks performing classic Ellington arrangements with guests to be announced. Curated by Wall Street Journal critic Terry Teachout, author of the forthcoming Ellington biography Duke. The afternoon will include rare films of Ellington and a panel discussion on his historical legacy.

The concert is still in the planning stages, but I promise that we'll give you a good show.

For more information, go here .

TT: Lookback

From 2004:

How many more novels do I have time to read, or plays to see? If I'm lucky, I'm somewhere on the far side of the middle of life, meaning that every book I read brings me that much closer to the dark encounter (or, as Henry James called it, the distinguished thing). This knowledge doesn't fill me with the desire to read nothing but great literature between now and then--man cannot live by classics alone--but it does make me less willing to devote disproportionate tracts of time to the consumption of individual works of art that violate the iron law of aesthetic economy. Do I really want to read Proust again before I die? The answer is yes, but I have my doubts about Moby-Dick...

Read the whole thing here .

TT: Almanac

"At all turns, a man who will do faithfully, needs to believe firmly. If he has to ask at every turn the world's suffrage; if he cannot dispense with the world's suffrage, and make his own suffrage serve, he is a poor servant; the work committed to him will be misdone."

Thomas Carlyle, On Heroes

TT: A birthday present for the Duke

Duke Ellington was born on this day in 1899. To celebrate the occasion, the Library of Congress announced that it has located in its collection a nitrate print of Ellington's very first film appearance, a nightclub scene from a 1925 silent film called Headlines.

The possibility that Ellington and his band, the Washingtonians, appeared in Headlines, however fleetingly, was established by Ken Steiner, a noted Ellington scholar who (I'm proud to say) went out of his way to help me with Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington . Following Ken's cue, archivists at the Library of Congress tracked down the scene and have now restored the entire film.

To read about the discovery and watch the clip, go here .

TT: Almanac

"Never put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache."

P.G. Wodehouse, Cocktail Time

TT: Just because

A rare kinescope of Jeri Southern singing "I Hadn't Anyone Till You" on The Rosemary Clooney Show in 1956:



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

TT: I wonder what became of me

I don't get to Kansas City too often, but whenever I do, I usually end up feeling pretty much the way I did when I went there in 2009 to see David Cromer's production of The Glass Menagerie. On that occasion I was overwhelmed by memories of myself when young, naïve and unknowing, and it happened all over again when I returned briefly last week to give a speech.

On the first night of my stay, I saw a woman to whom I had been close throughout the spring and summer of 1977. We met while we were playing in the string section of the Kansas City Youth Symphony, and the two of us spent part of the summer together at a music camp in Colorado. She went away to school that fall, and in due course we lost touch, as young people are wont to do. But Facebook reunited us last year, and on Thursday I had dinner with my old friend, her exceedingly likable husband, and two of their three sons, both of whom made a very favorable impression on me. I can't remember the last time I saw so obviously happy a family.

When I went back to Kansas City to review The Glass Menagerie, I found myself thinking of the song from Follies in which Stephen Sondheim puts these words in the mouth of one of his characters:

You take one road,

You try one door,

There isn't time for any more.

One's life consists of either/or.

This time it was the last scene of Our Town that I remembered, the one in which the Stage Manager allows Emily Webb to spend a few minutes revisiting the past, an experience that she finds to be unendurable. What makes it so hurtful is that she is able to experience the past, but cannot change it: she can only speak the same words that she spoke and do the same things that she did. Not only is her past immutable, but her future, like that of Orson Welles in Touch of Evil, is "all used up."

Unlike Emily, I still have--I hope!--a fair amount of my future before me. Not so my past, which is what it is, a string of choices whose sum is what I am today, a hard-working writer who (to paraphrase the words of a character in one of my plays) had books, not kids. Spending an evening with a friend from out of the past who chose a different path reminded me as forcibly as possible of some of the other choices that I might easily have made. No, I wouldn't care to change the course that my life has taken since 1977, but there's no getting around the fact that the English language really does need a stronger word than "bittersweet" for such occasions.

The next day I went to William Jewell College, my alma mater, where I gave a lecture in Gano Chapel. This is how it started:

I grew up in a small town in southeast Missouri. Now I live in New York City. In between...I was here. When I came to William Jewell College for the first time in 1975, I was eighteen years old and had no idea of what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. By the time I left, I was a professional writer. This is the place where I became myself. In fact, this is the building where I became myself. I spent many, many hours in this auditorium, sitting where you're sitting or standing on this stage. Not only did I play and sing in dozens of concerts at Gano, but I acted in three plays. (Not very well, mind you, but I did it!) It was here, right here, that I discovered that I wanted above all things to lead the life of art. That was thirty-eight years ago--and now I'm back.

A few hours later I drove to Cherokee Village, the apartment complex not far from campus where I lived for a time after graduating from college. It looks the same today as it did in 1979, give or take a coat of paint. It was my first apartment--until then I'd either lived at home or in dorm rooms--and I remember with perfect clarity how proud I was of it. For a long time I spent every night and most of my days thinking about what I'd do now that I was out of school.

I wonder how I would have felt had it suddenly been made known to me (as I wrote in this space a few years ago) that I would someday look back and realize that

nothing I imagined for myself when young has come to pass: everything is different, utterly so....Nor am I the person I expected to be, calm and detached and philosophical: I still cry without warning, laugh too loud, lose my head and heart too easily, the same way I did a quarter-century ago. The person I was is the person I am, only older. Might that be wisdom of a sort?

Maybe, but I don't feel especially wise today. Nor do I feel especially old. I just feel like the person I am, whoever he is.

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John McMartin, a member of the original cast of Follies, sings "The Road You Didn't Take" at a 1971 stage performance of the show:

THEATER'S EXPIRING SUBSCRIPTION MODEL

Modernize the subscription model? Or scrap it altogether and try something completely different? If I knew, I'd start a theater company. But I do know that if regional theater wants to save its soul, it'll have to find new ways to sell tickets..."

TT: George Jones, R.I.P.

I wrote about him last year in Commentary. This is part of what I said there:

Country music, needless to say, has changed greatly in the quarter-century since Jones last topped the charts. The "hard" style of his generation of country singers and their legendary predecessors long ago gave way to a slicker, youth-oriented sound. The music of such contemporary country acts as The Band Perry and Lady Antebellum is often all but impossible to distinguish from the pop-rock from which it derives, save for the distinctive red-state accents in which it is sung.

But while today's country stars prefer to steer clear of Jones's piercing pathos, what they do remains recognizably related to what he did (and continues to do). Like him, they are professional purveyors of a commercial music that is created collaboratively--and their music, like his, continues to appeal to the working- and middle-class listeners whose everyday lives are portrayed in its lyrics. That is part of what makes country music commercial: it tells ordinary Americans the truth about their lives. What makes the best of it art is that it does so with simplicity, economy, and beauty, and no country singer has ever been more truthful--or more artful--than George Jones....

He'll be remembered.

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George Jones sings "The Grand Tour":

TT: Candide goes to Vegas

In today's Wall Street Journal I wrap up my coverage of the current Broadway season with unenthusiastic reviews of Pippin and I'll Eat You Last: A Chat With Sue Mengers . Here's an excerpt.

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Diane Paulus first made a name for herself on Broadway by exhuming "Hair." Now she's back again with another hippy-dippy period piece, Stephen Schwartz's "Pippin," whose rock-and-water score was all the rage back in 1972. The original production, directed by Bob Fosse, ran for 1,944 performances, longer than "The Music Man," "The Sound of Music" or "South Pacific." Since then "Pippin" has faded from view, but Ms. Paulus's production, which originated earlier this season at Cambridge's American Repertory Theatre, is a knock-'em-dead extravaganza meant to "revive" the show in every sense of the word....

In 1972 Pippin's tale was told by a ragtag band of commedia dell'arte players, whereas Ms. Paulus' version is set in a circus tent and performed by a mixture of Broadway gypsies and circus acrobats. At the same time, she's preserved some of the tone of Mr. Fosse's universally admired production by having the show choreographed by Chet Walker "in the style of Bob Fosse" (that's how his credit reads)....

Patina Miller, lately of "Sister Act," is the Leading Player, a role created four decades ago by Ben Vereen, and her in-your-face performance sets the tone for Ms. Paulus' relentlessly aggressive staging, which is big, noisy and mostly humorless, a "Pippin" that looks as if it had been born not in Cambridge but Las Vegas....

Bette Midler, like many pop singers, is a good screen actor. She's never acted in a stage play, though, and somebody should have told her that she'd have been better off making her belated debut in something less demanding than a one-person Broadway show--especially since the show is no good. John Logan's "I'll Eat You Last: A Chat With Sue Mengers," in which Ms. Midler impersonates the late Hollywood superagent, isn't the worst one-person play to hit Broadway this century (that would be "Ann"). It is, however, more than bad enough, and Ms. Midler's performance, while not incompetent, is lackluster.

The hardest part of writing a solo show is infusing it with dramatic conflict. Mr. Logan ("Red") hasn't even tried to do that. All he does is plop Ms. Mengers down on a couch, on which she remains ensconced until the last half-minute of "I'll Eat You Last," and have her tell the story of her life, which consists in the main of a string of foul-mouthed anecdotes about her celebrated ex-clients , among them Gene Hackman, Ali MacGraw and Barbra Streisand. (Ms. Mengers, it seems, never took on a client who didn't end up firing her.) Outside of a couple of incoming phone calls and an audience-participation bit, nothing else happens....

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Read the whole thing here .

A scene from I'll Eat You Last: