Is there anything more exciting than a girl with an axe singing her heart out into the mic? Last Sunday night, I saw the Pretenders at the Riviera. Chrissie Hynde is the only remaining original member of the band -- half of them died of drug related issues years ago -- but truth be told she's the only member that's needed. The Pretenders were always her husky voice, her lyrics, and her stage presence. Even at 57 -- rock and roll keeps pushing that line of when is someone too old to rock and roll -- Hynde hasn't lost a bit of what made her so exciting when she came on the scene in the late 70s/early 80s.
Her voice has not lost a bit of its range and nuance. There are few singers in any genre that can hit a minor key with as much control as Hynde. The plaintive notes of that minor key coupled with her contralto voice make all her songs -- even the hard pounding rockers -- sound melancholy and hungry for something not quite known. Shortly into the band's 90 minute set, she said to the crowd, "I won't bore you with the new songs. I'll just bore you with the old ones." The crowd erupted in appreciation. The Pretenders new album is strong -- particularly the first release "Boots of Chinese Plastic" -- but Hynde knew that the crowds who gather for her are anxious to hear the soundtrack of their youth. She isn't so stuck on herself to deny them this pleasure. At this point in her career, it isn't so much about touring to promote album sales -- though, of course, that's always a concern -- but more about feeding the relationship that she's had with fans for two and a half decades. She understands that performance is about the people in the room.
I have to admit that I get nervous going to rock shows of my favorites from days gone by. Sometimes, you wish that you hadn't given in to the urge. Those hard living years come back to roost for many of the aging rockers, and it's not pretty. They can't sing the same, their voices shot from years of screaming and recreational substances. They can't command the same presence. Tight jeans don't make an aging girl's heart race when they're eclipsed by a bulging belly. (Don't get me wrong, father time has come to visit my house too, but I'm not jumping around on a stage in front of hundreds of people). The crowd is more concerned about getting home to babysitters than downing a few shots of tequila and rocking out.
The crowd for The Pretenders was definitely more populated with architects wearing cool glasses escorting their new trophy wives and surburban housewives out for a "wild night" with the car pool gang than the aging and exotic underground crowds that I've seen come out for performers like Patti Smith, but it didn't matter. My attention was focused on the lady on the stage. The set was bare. The light set up simple. The Riviera hasn't changed a bit in the last twenty years only now the peeling paint and smell of stale beer hit me as poignant versus kitschy as it did the first time I attended a concert there oh so many years ago. Hynde doesn't try to romp around the stage -- thank god -- like she doesn't realize she's not still 25. But, she doesn't need to. She commands every eye in the room just but standing at the mic, belting out her songs in that irreplacable voice and hammering away at her axe.
I don't care how old she or I get -- whenever Chrissie Hynde comes to town, I'm there. If you're smart, you will be too.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Actor's life/Actor's craft
Late Thursday night, I watched an interview between Charlie Rose and Mickey Rourke about Rourke's career and his performance in The Wrestler. Rose was intent on drawing the connection between Rourke's personal life and the main character in film, Randy the Ram. That's been commented on in numerous reviews of the film, and I wonder if people are paying enough attention to the performance, which I think is a great one. It is interesting how Rourke's life resonates with the film, but should that even be taken into consideration? Aren't great actors supposed to be able to create characters that are nothing like themselves? Is it easier to perform a role that is close to your life? Or, is it harder because it's too close to the bone?
What makes me think about this even more this year is the "competition" that the media is setting up between Rourke's performance and Sean Penn's in Milk. (Interestingly, the two actors are long time friends, and Penn has tried to help Rourke with his career during lean times). Penn is one of the great actors of our generation. I think Rourke, perhaps, is too, though his career has been much more uneven and tumultuous. Will the Academy Award Committee be looking at the performances only?
On the flip side, how often do actors get a chance to bring their lives into their roles? Should that be the reason that Rourke wins the Academy Award this year? There isn't likely to be another time when his life and his art will intersect this closely.
The interview made me think about how a reviewer should -- or maybe shouldn't -- separate the actor for the role.
What makes me think about this even more this year is the "competition" that the media is setting up between Rourke's performance and Sean Penn's in Milk. (Interestingly, the two actors are long time friends, and Penn has tried to help Rourke with his career during lean times). Penn is one of the great actors of our generation. I think Rourke, perhaps, is too, though his career has been much more uneven and tumultuous. Will the Academy Award Committee be looking at the performances only?
On the flip side, how often do actors get a chance to bring their lives into their roles? Should that be the reason that Rourke wins the Academy Award this year? There isn't likely to be another time when his life and his art will intersect this closely.
The interview made me think about how a reviewer should -- or maybe shouldn't -- separate the actor for the role.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Income vs. Consumer
I've been reading about the music industry's problems with illegal downloading for a while now trying to figure out where it's all going to lead. Don't get me wrong, I don't have any particular allegiance to the labels -- their executives have been making money hand-over-fist for years while the artists have made most of their income on gigs. In the history of record companies and recording artists, there are few musicians -- even big name musicians -- who made any kind of substantial income from their royalties. By touring, musicians employ people, create a one-of-a-kind experience, and make a decent buck for themselves along the way. And, who wouldn't want at least a couple cross-country trips on the band bus? Seems like a win-win. Shaking their fists in the background are the labels who've been cut out of the loop by free downloads and file-sharing. Are they just being spoiled sports?
You could say that consumers getting free music is just trading one tyrant for another. Will there ever be a time when artists can make the majority of the money from their own work -- all aspects of their own work? Musicians -- who will serve as my example here -- have, in essence, conceded the possibility for making money in royalties because of the bad behavior of labels. Now that consumers can download their work for free, musicians are getting the short end of the stick again. They're the ones that wrote the songs, created the arrangements, hired the band, worked and re-worked their sound into something identifiable and attractive -- at least to their fans.
Often when I hear someone talk about putting an event together, someone will say, "And we can get the __________ for free." (Insert: band, actors, poets, dancers, etc.) Why is that? What will have to happen for the public -- yes, you consumers -- to value artistic output as worth at least the price of a download? (Which, honestly, isn't that much).
Some say that artists will create no matter what -- even if they can't make a living at it. But I've known a number of artists by this point who have become other things -- real estate agents, bankers, lawyers...and they were really talented people -- because they couldn't make enough money to rent even a crappy apartment. All swore to keep up their art on the side. Most are lucky if they jam a little in their garage now and then.
Are consumers who want the product for free any better than the greedy record executives? Is there anything to do about it?
You could say that consumers getting free music is just trading one tyrant for another. Will there ever be a time when artists can make the majority of the money from their own work -- all aspects of their own work? Musicians -- who will serve as my example here -- have, in essence, conceded the possibility for making money in royalties because of the bad behavior of labels. Now that consumers can download their work for free, musicians are getting the short end of the stick again. They're the ones that wrote the songs, created the arrangements, hired the band, worked and re-worked their sound into something identifiable and attractive -- at least to their fans.
Often when I hear someone talk about putting an event together, someone will say, "And we can get the __________ for free." (Insert: band, actors, poets, dancers, etc.) Why is that? What will have to happen for the public -- yes, you consumers -- to value artistic output as worth at least the price of a download? (Which, honestly, isn't that much).
Some say that artists will create no matter what -- even if they can't make a living at it. But I've known a number of artists by this point who have become other things -- real estate agents, bankers, lawyers...and they were really talented people -- because they couldn't make enough money to rent even a crappy apartment. All swore to keep up their art on the side. Most are lucky if they jam a little in their garage now and then.
Are consumers who want the product for free any better than the greedy record executives? Is there anything to do about it?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Artist as Buffer
I've been thinking a lot about art that takes us to difficult places lately and trying to figure out what -- if anything -- is the artist's responsibility to the material, to the audience, to themselves? The material presented in exhibitions like Without Sanctuary or Robert Mapplethorpe's work or Andres Serrano's work takes us into territory that most people avoid. I wonder if some of the problem with presenting such material is that the artist doesn't find a way to bridge the audience into and out of the hard places they are taken -- so people just call the art terrible and stay away.
The framing to difficult material can present its own issues. I had problems with the framing essay by the collector of the Without Sanctuary postcards. First, I thought some of the metaphors -- collecting discarded tupperware, a kite caught in phone lines -- just weren't the right ones in comparison to the images that the viewer encounted. A lost kite implies loss of innocence and nostalgia to regain that loss and didn't seem the right choice as the viewer watched the image of a woman hung from a bridge. But, I understood the impulse. He was reaching for less threatening images as a way to make these horrific images approachable. (I did think his reference to hunting photographs was much more appropriate and did give the viewer an intellectual way to consider very visceral photographs). But are most attempts to make these kinds of bridges going to fail because it's just too hard? But then, the images are left in their silence to shock the reader -- like a terrible car accident that you drive up on as you round a bend in the road. Is that the way it has to be?
I recently read an essay in progress by a friend of mine, Geeta Kothari, whose work I really admire. The essay centered on her mother's death. Her mother flew to India -- her home country -- alone and died in a hospital there. Afterward, the family realized that she knew she was dying and went alone -- without letting anyone know how badly she was feeling or that she had refused treatment -- because she wanted to die in her home country. But, her choice left a terrible wake of shock and grief for her family. Geeta got a phone call that her mother was dead and then had to get on an airplane and fly halfway around the world. By the time she got there, her mother had been cremated and her ashes scattered over the Ghanges as is tradition. I found Geeta's essay to be very brave -- delving into issues with her family, with her relationship with her mother, with her failures as a daughter and her mother's failures as a mother, with the great anger at her mother for not letting the family say good-bye. I asked her how she got herself to a place where she could both get into and back out of such difficult material. She said that she used framing devices -- like information about the airport and about India, as well as memories from her childhood -- to make her feel safe enough to keep getting closer to the really tough stuff.
I wonder if that's part of the reason why "shocking" exhibitions are criticized so harshly. Is it the work -- or is it the fact that the artist doesn't consider that we humans are sensitive creatures and need to have some kind of pathway built into and out of tough material -- and know it beforehand -- to even want to consider going there with them. Should that be considered in reviewing the work? Does the artist who is working with graphic images of death and sexuality (for example) have a responsibility to guide their audiences into and out of this difficult material?
The framing to difficult material can present its own issues. I had problems with the framing essay by the collector of the Without Sanctuary postcards. First, I thought some of the metaphors -- collecting discarded tupperware, a kite caught in phone lines -- just weren't the right ones in comparison to the images that the viewer encounted. A lost kite implies loss of innocence and nostalgia to regain that loss and didn't seem the right choice as the viewer watched the image of a woman hung from a bridge. But, I understood the impulse. He was reaching for less threatening images as a way to make these horrific images approachable. (I did think his reference to hunting photographs was much more appropriate and did give the viewer an intellectual way to consider very visceral photographs). But are most attempts to make these kinds of bridges going to fail because it's just too hard? But then, the images are left in their silence to shock the reader -- like a terrible car accident that you drive up on as you round a bend in the road. Is that the way it has to be?
I recently read an essay in progress by a friend of mine, Geeta Kothari, whose work I really admire. The essay centered on her mother's death. Her mother flew to India -- her home country -- alone and died in a hospital there. Afterward, the family realized that she knew she was dying and went alone -- without letting anyone know how badly she was feeling or that she had refused treatment -- because she wanted to die in her home country. But, her choice left a terrible wake of shock and grief for her family. Geeta got a phone call that her mother was dead and then had to get on an airplane and fly halfway around the world. By the time she got there, her mother had been cremated and her ashes scattered over the Ghanges as is tradition. I found Geeta's essay to be very brave -- delving into issues with her family, with her relationship with her mother, with her failures as a daughter and her mother's failures as a mother, with the great anger at her mother for not letting the family say good-bye. I asked her how she got herself to a place where she could both get into and back out of such difficult material. She said that she used framing devices -- like information about the airport and about India, as well as memories from her childhood -- to make her feel safe enough to keep getting closer to the really tough stuff.
I wonder if that's part of the reason why "shocking" exhibitions are criticized so harshly. Is it the work -- or is it the fact that the artist doesn't consider that we humans are sensitive creatures and need to have some kind of pathway built into and out of tough material -- and know it beforehand -- to even want to consider going there with them. Should that be considered in reviewing the work? Does the artist who is working with graphic images of death and sexuality (for example) have a responsibility to guide their audiences into and out of this difficult material?
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