Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Clearing Bombs

Clearing Bombs by Eric Samuelsen
World Premiere at Plan-B Theatre Company
February 22, 2014



Perhaps the worst time to watch a play that consists of two economists arguing about the larger economic picture is when you are about to make a major, life-changing decision in your own personal economics.  That’s what I did, though, because when I bought the tickets I had no idea that’s what last Saturday would be for me.  I wasn’t about to give up my chance to see an Eric Samuelsen world premiere, though, so I told the respective parties that they would have to give me a couple more hours to let the idea percolate and headed off to the theatre to let two famous economists sit on either shoulder and give me the pros and cons of making what Keynes referred to as the “inspired madness” of personal investment.

I should let you all know that I’m not the sort of person who seeks out these sorts of discussions in my own life.  I get overwhelmed by the political back and forth.  I feel ignorant.  I rely on emotional arguments that are easily refuted.  I feel like people are talking circles around me.  I am, essentially, the modern equivalent of the Everyman figure in the show, Mr. Bowles (Kirt Bateman).  I do feel a nagging obligation to be less ignorant, though, which is why I like listening to other people discuss stuff like this, as long as I’m not required to defend my thoughts/opinions and as long as they don’t talk over my head.  I like to think I’m not alone in that, which is why I feel comfortable admitting to it.  This is also why the structure of the show worked so well for me.  The two economists spent their time trying to win the heart and mind of the Everyman and, hey, that’s me.

The first thing that I started tracking in the show was the visual element.  I immediately saw the downward trend of a graph in the line of the roof (well done, set designer Randy Rasmussen!).  I also loved the contrast between the two men (Keynes, played by Mark Fossen, and Hayek, played by Jay Perry).  Hayek was short; Keynes was tall.  Hayek wore a black suit and black shoes; Keynes wore a navy blue suit and brown shoes.  Hayek had a white collar; Keynes had a striped collar.  Hayek’s suit felt more formal with a more formal style vest; Keynes had the comfortable suit of a rumpled professor and a less formal style vest (yes, I'm also a fan of costume designer Phillip R. Lowe's work).  The men were also contrasted in their temperament and approach to the stressful situation they were in.  Hayek was frightened; Keynes was laid back.  Both were startled at some points but Hayek reacted physically while Keynes showed his fear more in his face.  Also, Hayek was writing a book whereas Keynes had written a book.  Hayek was married; Keynes was single.  Every element in the play set these two at odds, which made it both startling and delightful whenever they weren’t at odds.

The personal relationship between the two men was as interesting to track as their ongoing battle to sway the Everyman (ok, more so because I’m far more interested in personal relationships).  That journey, as well as the immediacy of the dangerous situation they were in, made sure this play never became a Talking Heads play.  I can’t decide if the play was attempting to be even handed with an ambiguous ending, though, or if the way that it favored Keynes was intentional.  After all, Hayek was operating from a position of fear.  He hyperventilated every time a siren sounded.  Keynes came off as a much stronger character.  Mr. Bowles most often sided with Keynes as well and had many more harsh words for Hayek.  When Keynes asks at the end of the play who won the argument, Mr. Bowles does not reply but it is clear that Keynes won more of his heart that Hayek did (his resolve to vote Labor from here on out notwithstanding).  I did like the final image, though, of all three men being required for the task at hand: spread out on the rooftop, separate but necessary in their own way.  All hands on deck required to clear the bombs of our society, the passionate arguments just an idle thing to be dropped when life suddenly gets very real.

Of course, maybe I saw it as a win for Keynes because the man directly in front of me was very vocal in his support of Keynes throughout (very loud “mmmHMM”s and “yes!”es) and started his “Bravo”s before the lights went down on the stage.  And maybe I saw it that way because I ended up taking a Keynesian leap of faith in my own economic sphere.  Or maybe it’s because I hope that if I fall on my face after that leap that I’ll have Keynes’ compassionate approach to pick me up (since I find Hayek’s self-correction less than pleasant to live through).  I liked this play.  It made me think, even if I was thinking all the time through the lens of my own personal dilemma.  Don’t we all look at the national economy through our own checkbook, though?  And don’t we all see the virtues of both sides of the argument and then ditch them both in favor of action?  Or is that just us ignorant Everyman figures?

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Lessons Learned From the Chinese Acrobats

Golden Dragon Chinese Acrobats
BYU
February 8, 2014

1.  Any outfit can be enhanced by glow-in-the-dark neon.

2.  Never let them see you prep.

3.  When teaching modesty lessons always include a lesson on tolerance and/or common courtesy so you don't hear your 5 year old's voice ring out in the silence with "Is that ALL they're going to wear???"

4.  When you don't pack your bag with things to quietly entertain children one will, without precedent, fail to be engaged by the glittering, neon-clad group of people doing amazing things right before their very eyes.

5.  Windsprints during intermission can help with #4.

6.  Sometimes having the big guys standing there ready to catch you makes the trick look extra dangerous but mostly it just takes away from the coolness of the thing you are doing.

7.  Don't point right if the people are coming in from the left.

8.  Don't ask the audience if they want one more if you didn't mean one more chair on the giant chair stack.*

9.  Always rock the exit.  Keep your head and arms held high!**

10. No matter how amazing you are, people will always find something to gripe about.

*We had just spent an inordinate amount of time watching him add just one more chair when it seemed impossible to add another chair so when he asked, "Do you want one more?" I thought it was a natural assumption that he meant one more chair.  He coaxed more and more applause out of the audience in support of "one more" and then....no chair!  Later I realized he must have meant one more balancing pose.  I'm going to blame this on the language barrier.

**Am I the only one who stops watching where they are directing your attention and sees if the ones we aren't focusing on have dropped their focus?  I loved how these guys never dropped their arms in view of the audience.  Way to commit to the exit!

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Salt City Slam

Salt City Slam
Sam Weller Books
January 27, 2014


We got off to a bit of a rocky start because we showed up at the wrong venue.  Apparently Sam Weller bookstore had moved to Trolley Square several years ago.  Yes, years.  If I had given more credence to the map on Facebook than the address on the KSL event page we would have been fine, but KSL had the date and Facebook was silent.  Alas, we made a poor choice and ended up missing the Open Mic portion of the evening.  This also resulted in an unfortunate chair-free experience for the evening.  My resourceful companions scrounged up a low bench to share, but we gazed enviously at the chairs with backs on them all night long.

I’ve been about 7 months removed from my beloved writing community in St George so I was a tiny bit giddy to once again be around people who loved to wrap themselves around words.  I will admit right off that I was nervous that I might be out of my depth and relieved to see that poets of all stripes were embraced and applauded.  After the Open Mic (we saw only the final performer, who was hilarious) there was a featured poet whose name I very unfortunately did not write down.  She traveled here from Seattle and used the most evocative images.  My favorite of her pieces was her final one that used the image of atoms to explore the idea of catalysts and change.  Her powerful plea for an electron (agent of change) to come to her still resonates in my mind.  Of course, my summary is completely butchering the piece.  Such are the hazards of reviewing a poetry reading.

It wasn’t until after both of these events that the slam began and by that time we were so tired that we almost went home.  The featured poet was so fabulous that we felt full of happy writing moments and the hour long drive home loomed large.  But this was an expedition to check out the local writing scene so we stayed and were not disappointed.  Several of the poets had pieces that really piqued my interest and made me want to be a part of this community.  My biggest problem is logistics, really.  I left my kids with my parents at 5:45 pm and didn’t return until nearly 1 am.  This may be do-able for people without kids, but for a single mom who generally works nights this is unsustainable over the long term.  This really did feed my start in a big way, though.  Hopefully I can find a way to have poetry in my life without 2+ hours of driving.  In the meantime, I’ll sneak up to Salt Lake whenever it is vaguely feasible.  (And St George too!  SLAM on February 14, 2014 at Jazzy’s on Bluff)