Friday, March 6, 2020

Marquee Shade & Ghost Light

Bookend Rendezvous No. 3

What if books could slip under covers and swap stories?
This book report couples another pair of unknown titles –
strangers to each other, until introduced here.



Marquee Shade & Ghost Light

by Jamie Jobb

Nineteenth Century gaslit theaters suffered well-deserved reputations as filthy firetraps. When the Twentieth Century dawned with the advent of electrified power, theaters found modern ways to address audience safety. Electric lights obviously made stages safer, so public security stimulated box-office demand. Seats sold out and show business emerged from the deepening taproot of budding consumer confidence which took up residence in the “Front Of The House”.

Those who work Front-Of-House tend to regard their theaters as lively breathing beasts, not unlike Audrey-The-Venus-Fly-Trap in “Little Shop of Horrors” – wonderful monsters with thunderous biorhythms and surprising seasonal scents. “FOH” personnel take full responsibility for every single audient in The House, from the street to the seat and back outside again.

Doormen, box-office clerks, ticket-takers, concession-stand hands, janitors, ushers, managers all constitute off-stage personnel necessary for keeping their houses humming for a show. All these public-servants aim to provide ongoing audience support that is mostly ignored by those of us with tickets, unless we require restroom locations or seating assistance.

Performers onstage know their show can’t go on if nobody works FOH – that periodically-populated public space which includes marquee, posters, lobby, bar, concessions, restrooms, alleys, stage door – every square inch of a theater that has “something to say” about the unique experiences which transpire inside the building.

In this Bookend Rendezvous, we introduce two unfamiliar titles which illuminate show business from uniquely specific, albeit inside-out perspectives – “Ghost Light: a Memoir” by Frank Rich and “Places of Performance: The Semiotics of Theatre Architecture” by Marvin Carlson. Whereas Carlson’s book is a densely detailed academic tome of theater hardscapes, Rich’s memoir is a rip-snorter recollection of well-spun yarns which is very difficult to put down. Both books are worthy of the time they demand of a serious theater student.

* * *


Frank Rich recalls U.S. history behind The National Theatre’s second door

Ghost Light: a Memoir
by Frank Rich
New York: Random House, 2001

Notorious as “The Butcher of Broadway” during his long stint as New York Times chief drama critic from 1980-1993, Frank Rich became better known for the depth and breadth of his journalism after he left daily dramatic criticism. Rich’s uniquely American perspective coaxed his writing into fruition as top-tier op-ed critic-at-large for New York Magazine. Later he slow-pitched his own show business success as executive producer for HBO’s biting satire “Veep”. Now Rich may be better known as “The Butcher of the Beltway”.

The largesse of Rich’s personal journalism is obvious to any reader of “Ghost Light” – an enticing yet clearly transcribed series of “selfies” from his charmed childhood love affair with live theater. Although only 51 when he wrote the book two decades ago, Rich dwells on his adolescence in Washington D.C. during the 1950-60s before he left home to begin life on his own. Rich was a privileged adolescent who came of age in the Front of The House during a time of “Camelot”. And he knew exactly what that meant.

Rich’s meticulous recall blossoms slowly into much more than mere memoir. And, like show business itself – everything had to do with timing. Clearly more than once Frank Rich found himself in the right place at the right time. Indeed, his young life was so charmed that his parents’ divorce actually propelled his career.

He was a self-motivated quick-study as a preteen writer. A lone child inspired by musicals, he grew up wondering: “Why would anyone throw away a playbill?” Not such a strange question as he frames it in this midlife examination of his peculiar upbringing.

Lucky for Frank Rich, both father figures in his life – real dad and step dad – had more than casual interest in all things Broadway. Playbills were regular visitors to his home(s). His mother also kept a theater scrapbook. Stepdad Joel not only saved playbills but also dispensed sage Broadway advice. Young Rich took it all in like the executive producer he was becoming. On his very first visit to The Great White Way, he got punched by a solid hunch:

“In Shubert Alley that night I had unwittingly reached the threshold of an entire landscape of alleys that would lead to a world of theaters each a house packed with strangers both generous and mean, shabby and grand. It was to be a life full of the transitory moments, double-edged with ecstasy and loss, that I had already come to think of as theater. And following the example of Mom and her scrapbook, I would try to memorialize this life as it passed, hoping to freeze time and hold each moment before it fled.”

An observant young man, Rich most esteemed musical theater. Not unlike child actor/theater critic Iain Armitage (CBS-TV’s “Young Sheldon”), Rich tracked his own Broadway habit by amassing a playbill collection of shows he attended. He even admits scouring trashcans of Tin Pan Alley for tossed programs of shows he didn’t see. Rich also copied by hand entire Times Square newspaper advertisements. The kid fell asleep with all the Lullabies Of Broadway he’d heard dancing in his dreams!

* * *

“People came and went, but the theater stayed.
Even an empty playhouse had drama,
intense and perhaps momentous.”
– Frank Rich

* * *


Portrait of young “Butcher of Broadway”

Located at 1321 Pennsylvania Avenue just three blocks from The White House, The National Theatre is a privately-owned venue with a long, proud history in the nation’s capitol. Although it burned down and was rebuilt three times, The National remains America’s oldest theater continually operating in the same address since 1835. Despite that ancestry, in no way is it associated with that publicly-endowed jewell in the United Kingdom’s cultural crown – The National Theatre of London.

Young Frank Rich lived in Cleveland Park within four miles of the theater, the closest D.C. ever got to Broadway. Rich saw so many touring shows at the National that he eventually caught the attention of theater manager Scott Kirkpatrick who stopped the lad one day and offered him a job as second doorman. With that FOH position came his first “pass” into the theater. Now that Frank was “on The Door”, he could get in free.

But Rich learned right away that if he actually wanted to see an entire performance, he’d have to do so on his own time – stuck as he was in the office during the show, trying to balance The Count (tickets sold) and The Deadwood (unsold, unsat seats).

From his vantage at The National’s second door, Rich lets his readers thoroughly tap the epic beats of American history during that turbulent time of undeclared war, public disobedience, assassination, civil rights and riots.

* * *

“Broadway seemed a place where no matter what happened in the rest
of the world, a closing would always be followed by an opening,
an empty house would always become full again.”
– Frank Rich

* * *

At their most visceral level, theaters are celebrations of light and sound – particularly after the stage has been set and the seats are full. But when “The House is dark”, theater people understand the place is not really dark.

Every House has its “ghost light”, basically a bare-bulb pole lamp without a shade. The first time he saw one, Frank Rich was shocked: “Only a few hours earlier, I thought, there had been people talking and laughing and crying on this stage as if their lives would never end. Now there was nothing but what looked like a giant night-light. It stood at the center of the empty stage: a tall black pole with a single lightbulb at its top, a solitary lamp casting stark shadows everywhere. What was its point?”

Superstitious thespians (google “The Scottish Play”) believe a ghost will haunt a theater unless the ghost light remains lit on stage while The House is empty. Indeed, the words “ghost” and “theater” co-star in the same sentence so often that it’s no accident every House has a ghost light. 

 A short sidebar follows this essay. It tells the true tale of John McCullough and describes in more detail how ghost stories can became embedded in a theater.

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Edwin Booth’s set for “Merchant of Venice” in 1864


Places of Performance:
The Semiotics of Theatre Architecture
by Marvin Carlson
Ithaca, NY: Cornell University Press, 1993

Marvin Carlson is distinguished professor of theater at University of Washington and State University of New York, so we should expect him to pen an academic tome – a deep text that requires plenty of processing time, a read-a-page-and-think-about-it-book.

Carlson concerns himself with how a theater “signs” itself to a community. He observes that a theater’s impact may be judged best by what its location and architecture say about society’s attitude toward the place. His lens is the science of Semiotics, the study of how things display themselves in public. In other words, what a venue “says” about itself beyond its proper name. Carlson states:

“… the theatre building which in addition to providing a space for the performance of a dramatic text has taken on a wide variety of social meanings over the centuries – a cultural monument, a site of display for a dominant social class, an emblem of depravity and vice, a center of political activism, a haven of retreat from the world of harsh realty. Nor are these many connotations without effect on the physical theater space, many elements, some evident, other subtle, of contemporary and historical theater provide striking evidence of the semiotic role played by a theater in its society.”

Few who attend live performances stop to comprehend semiotic meanings in the theater, as we are more concerned with the meaning of the drama on stage. Carlson knows we’re missing a bigger context:

“Every element of the spectator’s environment during ... performance – the singing, the scenery, the orchestra, the lobbies and bars at intermission, the programs, the ushers, the other audience members – contributes to the way in which that spectator ‘makes sense’ of the event, and all these may be subjected to semiotic analysis.”

Although less notorious than Frank Rich, Carlson is a recognized expert in western theater history.  But it’s not easy to comprehend an author who asks “How do theaters mean?”  Upon reflection, that’s a very probing question when you face it head on.  Put another way: How do theaters tell and sell themselves to the public? What is their story, beyond those fleeting moments of poetry dramatically presented on stage?

Take, for example, the statement that a venue is a “Broadway” theater. Carlson points out that Broadway was the main drag, the street most people used to get to the theater district. But in fact most theaters were on side streets and their marquees had to be affixed to the building on a diagonal, so patrons could read it on Broadway!

Carlson acknowledges Brander Matthews as the first American professor of theater studies to establish semiotic study.  Much of their academic effort has landed in Columbia University’s collection of historic theater models and memorabilia which Carlson draws upon heavily for his research.  Theater architecture is akin to Greek temples or Roman churches with an assembled mass “set off from the rest of the world.”

* * *

“There’s a difference in not getting laughs,
and changing the architecture of the theater.”
– Lenny Bruce

* * *

And it may be a little difficult to believe, but Carlson’s textbook helped me comprehend how to find the best seat in The House for a spectacular farce we saw a few years ago. The book’s advice worked for us when we were among the audience for Dario Fo’s "Accidental Death of an Anarchist" at Berkeley Rep’s Roda Theatre. After reading Carlson’s descriptions of seating arrangements of indoor theaters of the Renaissance being arranged around “the ducal box” seats, I realized which tickets were best for us as I scanned Rep’s digital House chart.

We picked seats in the mezzanine, first row – right in the middle of The House. Indeed, these were the best seats to see Fo's explosive anarchist brand of farce. The Duke’s box in Renaissance theaters was positioned in direct counterpoint to the stage: right in the crosshairs of a set’s vanishing point.

So when the final bombastic image of "Accidental/Anarchist" burst through the Roda’s proscenium, it had an extremely powerful impact upon all of us because we were sitting in the exact seats where the effect was meant to be seen.

From our point of view, this was truly inspired theatric pyrotechnics -- a literal Big Bang -- that was far more unique than any violent fireworks display Hollywood could dream up on a $20 million budget.

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The Ghost Light for John McCullough


In its Sunday edition of 4 October 1896, The Washington Post reported an eerie experience of Frederic Bond, well-known comedian and close friend of Irish-American actor John McCullough. Bond was sitting alone at the National Theatre late one night in rehearsal at a prompter's table downstage. Running his lines in flickering gaslight, the actor heard a disturbing noise.

He looked into the wings then out into the darkened auditorium, and saw no one. Thinking he‘d misheard something, Bond returned to his memorization. But again a frightful noise stopped him. Peering into gloomy shadows, he wondered if another actor or the nightwatchman had crossed behind the curtains. Maybe someone was playing a trick on him?


Suddenly the hairs on the back of Bond’s neck arose as he felt nearby the invisible presence of a hovering being. Bond saw an apparition gliding across stage before stopping in front of him. Recognizing the visage, Bond called out: "John? John McCullough!!!" whereupon the figure disappeared into the wings.


Then suddenly another transparent figure materialized. Bond recognized it as the recently-deceased Eddie Specht, an eager young property-boy who idolized McCullough. When the theatre was empty, Specht would often mimic McCullough's roles on the bare stage. Eddie's ghost followed McCullough's spirit to the same spot offstage and also vanished.

Time has scattered evidence and witnesses, but rumors persisted that an actor had been murdered and buried under the National stage where Tiber Creek flowed in an open drainage ditch beneath the boards. That channel was not enclosed by a storm sewer until the 1950s. Running water could be heard after heavy downpours during quiet scenes in the auditorium above. The convenient creek below-stage provided actors with a perfect place to wash costumes, hang out, have arguments and … get murdered.


However it’s questionable whether the victim was truly actor John McCullough, or just another “John”. Evidence exists that the unfortunate McCullough contracted a "social disease" which affected his mind. This rendered the actor increasingly ineffective in bizarre performances which found him confusing his blocking and forgetting lines. He appeared on stage for the last time in Washington in 1884, and died mercifully the following year in Philadelphia where he also was alleged to have been buried.


Getting wind of this murky circumstance in the 1930s, Washington police planned to dig up the National Theatre’s earthen floor below the stage, exhume any corpse and give McCullough a proper grave in a proper cemetery. But a close-knit clan of thespians opposed those plans and rallied against any scheme to disturb their fellow actor resting-in-peace exactly where he wanted to be.


While beyond scientific scrutiny, McCullough sightings continued to be reported well into the 20th Century. But are they legend or legacy? Just when cynical sensibilities could debunk such lurid tale of backstage murder and walking dead, new evidence emerged. In renovations of The National during its refurbishment of 1984, no body was found but a rusty pistol turned up in the dirt beneath the stage. The theatre's manager turned it over to the Smithsonian.

https://web.archive.org/web/20050901065753/http://nationaltheatre.org/location/ghost.htm



FURTHERMORE











Frank Rich audio interview 6 February 2015
(21 minutes)


Shows About Show Biz:


THANKS for helping me learn The House:

Marvin and Sadie Reed, Van Fleisher, Ken Brown, Jerry Jones, Jonathan Demme, Greg Weglarz, Buckley Weglarz, Stanley Balcauskas, Gretchen Green, Martha McDonough, Richard Janaro, Randy Nott, Ryan Terry, Diane McRice, John Lytle, Todd Drummond, Dave Pursley, John Burgh, Mark Hinds, Helen Means, Eddie Roberts, Gwen Sampson, Robert Brown.

Thursday, January 23, 2020

Audience Participation

“The person I listen to 
the most is the audience.”
– Neil Simon

Anna Deavere Smith points Texas Gov. Ann Richards’ finger

And now … 

Anna Deavere Smith Pauses

for Audience Identification

But first we pause for …

…Mark Twain who writes in "How To Tell A Story": 

“The pause … is an exceedingly important feature in any kind of story, and a frequently recurring feature, too. It is a dainty thing, and delicate, and also uncertain and treacherous; for it must be exactly the right length – no more and no less – or it fails of its purpose and makes trouble. If the pause is too short the impressive point is passed, and [if too long] the audience [will] have had time to divine that a surprise is intended – and then you can't surprise them, of course.”

by Jamie Jobb

Although Twain was referring to singular storytellers tossing tales from a podium, his thinking also holds true for actors employing “the pause" on stage. But there, timing is driven more by an audience than it is by any performer. It's simply not "polite" to both parties for players to talk over an audience. If an actor prematurely ends a pause to deliver another line while an audience is laughing or otherwise engaged, folks just won’t hear it and the player will “blow” the line. But, if the pause lasts too long, as Twain says, it gets too late for the actor’s surprise …What then?

Let’s look at that question from the point of the view of the audience – which seems to be a perfect place for someone to avoid the spotlight, to hide out. But let’s recall that strategy did not work too well for Lee Harvey Oswald who tried hiding in a Texas Theater audience in Dallas on November 22, 1963. After murdering a police officer and American president John F. Kennedy, Oswald was arrested right there in his own dang seat – fifth from the aisle, three rows from the back.

But if we can’t hide in an audience, at least we might want to disappear there for awhile. Anyone in an audience seeking attention during performance is usually escorted out of the building, while those of us who remain invisible still get to attend the show.

Most of us enjoy sitting as a group in the dark to watch other people – the outgoing people who belong on stage. But we don’t wanna be up there in the spotlight with them! I was reminded of all this at Berkeley Rep in 2011 when we saw performing playwright Anna Deavere Smith’s "Let Me Down Easy" which she delivered alone on stage. 

Anna Deavere Smith is an academically-endowed MacArthur genius known to most folks as a tv sitcom actor (“The Practice,” “The West Wing,” “Nurse Jackie”). However her prime accomplishments are her solo performance works based on deep interviews she conducts with her subjects, all of whom she portrays on stage using their own words and mannerisms … including the pauses, interruptions, asides and other awkward silences inherent to her interviews. 

The beauty of this “verbatim theater” work is how she may abut one interview against another opposing view expressed by the next character to speak. This was most stunningly evident to her audience for “Twilight Los Angeles”, based on her interviews after the Rodney King riots. In that play (which I saw three times!) she uses the words of a truck driver and the rioter who beat him to show they both had the very same dream: to devote a room in their home to enshrine that experience.  

She did not say this directly. She 
“said it” by directly associating both stories, back-to-back, for an impact of climax change.

* * *

Smith is a larger-than-life woman who commands any space she occupies. Watch her work on stage a few minutes and it’s easy to imagine her as a child – larger than her peers – who got in tons of trouble for mimicking everybody around her. But actually she is extremely empathetic. Indeed, she occupies each of her characters’ physical presence through their very own words which she draws out of them with a tape recorder.

Smith constructs every solo performance from these raw audio logs. Indeed, they are actual “logs” – verbatim transcriptions – of her taped interviews which are presented on stage as if we’re just “hanging out” with her.

But these “logs” are also a lot like lumber. She cuts and rejoins them with an aural precision as she moves scene-to-scene character-to-character. In her previous plays (“Fires in the Mirror,” “Twilight Los Angeles”), Smith would just turn from a scene, grab a hat or other piece of costume from a coat-rack, and then turn back to the audience, donning the costume bit expeditiously to become her next character.

Anyone who saw "Let Me Down Easy,” saw the elegant evolution of these character transitions: man-servants now approached Smith from the audience to dress and guide her into her next scene. She was fully costumed with new hair and makeup as she assumed each new character, male or female.

For a somber show full of testimonials about the body and health care, Riccardo Hernandez’ exquisitely elegant stagecraft set the proper tone. The stage was framed by four huge mirrors, reflecting back bits of stage and audience dimly lit in the dark. These mirrors were perhaps six feet by twelve feet, hung vertically in a semicircle behind Smith’s performance, like the black tablets at the opening of “2001: A Space Odyssey” – or headstones.

Smith reflected therein, became – right before our eyes – Tour de France winner Lance Armstrong, rodeo bull-rider Brent Williams, heavyweight champion Michael Bentt, performance artist Eve Ensler, supermodel Lauren Hutton, film critic Joel Siegel, sportswriter Sally Jenkins, fire-dancer Elizabeth Streb and former Texas Governor Ann Richards. All of them discussing issues of personal health, longevity, legacy. Deep drama, indeed.

Charles Isherwood’s review in The New York Times pointed out: “Smith is not the kind of performer who wholly disappears into the people she is portraying; she is too forceful a presence for that. Instead she channels their voices through her own, using the specifics of speech patterns more than any fancy vocal gymnastics to let us hear each as an individual.”

Keeping each interview distinctly in sequence is Smith’s most obvious narrative choice and she's done this for all her solo shows, including “Let Me Down Easy”. It’s difficult to imagine how she could change her basic story structure because she does not deconstruct the intimacy of her interviews by making characters artificially "talk" to each other across time and location. Nor does she offer any false narrative to connect her disconnected characters.

As she collects her stories, she knows they’re unique unto themselves and would be diluted or broken if they were actually mixed with other interviews. And they’d lose all their momentum if they were cut into another context.

Furthermore, we know from these straightforward monologues that Smith the interviewer is interacting with the person she is now “performing”, which means the audience “becomes” Smith at the interview, as Smith “becomes” the character. This role reversal allows us to “take her seat” so to speak, so we may inhabit her point of view.  But what if she asks for our opinion?

* * *

“One of his patented dramatic effects would be
to stare intently at somebody in the crowd.
He’d pin their eyes like he was singing just to them,
whispering some secret, telling somebody something
where their lives hung in the balance.”
-- Bob Dylan
describing Dave Von Ronk on stage

* * *

There I was … trying to hide like Oswald in her audience at Berkeley Rep ... in the first row, first seat, house right. I hate sitting house right at Berkeley Rep's Thrust Stage. It’s just a feeling in the seat of my pants. I make sure the box office knows my personal seating bias, but we had out-of-town friends visiting and those were the only remaining four seats ... so we had to take them, or miss the show. This meant I was the audience member seated closest to Anna Deavere Smith on stage, she was less than ten feet away from me. Perhaps she noticed my discomfort in that seat?

Imagine my surprise when Smith, embodying Ann Richards, suddenly looked right at me and stopped! She had just come to the decisive moment in her monologue as Richards, and she paused as if to say to me with her silence: 

"What now? YOU got anything for me?”

So I just gave her a quick thumbs up, which she immediately returned. Kinda like racquetball or doubles tennis. Man is she quick!?!

Pause … I realize everyone is still looking at me. So was Smith.

I really didn't know what to do. For some sort of dramatic emphasis, she’d just called me out of my audience comfort with that pause … But she continued to hold her gaze on ME! What should I do now? I don’t even remember what she was saying when she stopped to challenge me. “What’s my LINE!?!”

The long pause continued … What the heck’s going on?!?

Then, I decided to just blow her a kiss, but again … She tossed it right back!

Now, I couldn’t think of anything else to do! All I really could do was sink deeper into my seat and hope the audience’s attention eventually would drift back to the stage … so we could get on with the show we all paid for! Seriously, it was embarrassing. Although I’ve been on stage myself – often solo – perhaps a dozen times, her sudden “spotlight” made me very uncomfortable in that moment! Why would a veteran performer use a pause to put anyone on the spot like that? 

Despite my discomfort in that moment, I still wanted to see “Let Me Down Easy” at least once more ... but tickets were gone. I wanted to see if “Ann Richards” would blow someone else another kiss and thus let me off the hook … I wanted to see if my own special moment with Anna Deavere Smith that night was just some oddball pause in Life’s Remote Control ... Or maybe she simply got lost in her text and was asking me for her next line … Or perhaps she was thinking about a cousin’s birthday … Or maybe she was simply stuck on my magnetic personality radiating there in the shadows. OK OK OK, I know it wasn’t about me …

But as Tom Petty always said – and Lee Harvey Oswald found out – when it all gets down to pauses … “the waiting is the hardest part.”


"You got anything for me?”

FURTHERMORE


Anna Deavere Smith’s main website:
http://www.annadeaveresmith.org/
A clip from "Let Me Down Easy"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYo8Zfi2eTo

Charles Isherwood’s New York Times review:
http://theater.nytimes.com/2009/10/08/theater/reviews/08easy.html

A lecture, so her delivery won’t match her stage performance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KR8SwPmCFd4