Without Sentimentality or Sensationalism

If a Place Could Be Made

Louise Moyes, Diane Daly, and director Anne Troake

Resource Center for the Arts

February 25 - 27, 2016

Louise Moyes and Diana Daly with Ryan's Fancy in the background.

If a Place Could Be Made tells the true story of Kitty and Daniel Daly of Riverhead, St. Mary’s Bay and their sprawling family of twelve children born between the years of 1913 and 1934.  The storyline has the makings of a Newfoundland fable– for six of the children were very tall and six had achondroplasia, or dwarfism.

The Daly family's stories are told through the talents of great-granddaughter (and great-niece) songwriter Diana Daly, dancer-actor Louise Moyes, and director Anne Troake.  When Kitty Daly gave birth to two small children after the birth of one able bodied child she went not to a doctor but to the archbishop to see what she could do.  The archbishop offers her absolution so that she wouldn't have to have more children.  Instead, the husband and wife decline.   The Daly family's decision to continue to grow their family is a story of inclusion regardless of difference and their faithful commitment is the meaning that lies behind the play's title.  If a Place Could Be Made puts our contemporary, politically correct era to shame and shows us what meaningful inclusion really looks like.

The drama relies heavily on projected images of the actual family to evoke their presence.  While the stage is full of emotion and nostalgia it is actually a relatively sparse production.  Action is largely focused on the home life of the family:  the stream of visitors, card games and songs.  There is an air of privacy, of an internal life and the audience is given not a sense of the extraordinary but of the ordinary.  We get an impression that the children were protected and within that emotional shelter they grew up with a healthy sense of self-esteem.  The events of the play are based on the memories of Diane Daly's grandfather, who was the eldest of the twelve children.

There is something decidedly understated about If a Place Could Be Made.  It is a drama that is presented without cloying sentimentality or visual sensationalism.  It is at the other end of the spectrum when compared with dramas about, for example, the Dionne Quintuplets.  We are not made to feel regret over the fact that none of the six children who were born with dwarfism never married.  Moyes and Daly portray the characters as being proud people who wouldn't want our pity and all their artistic decisions–script, gesture, and staging– support that impression.  If a Place Could Be Made doesn't end on a triumphant air.  It is a story about acceptance and getting on with life.

Ms. Words for Fun and Profit

I was standing on the sidewalk in the cold talking shop with a Mexican journalist this week in St. John's.  At one point in the conversation I indicated quotation marks by curling my fingers in the air.  He grinned and I said, "Ah you like my mitten marks".   And then in unison we added "just couldn't resist the alliteration".  We burst into laughter.

We had been talking about one of my writing assignments – a review of a concert that I was very much looking forward to by Duo Concertante.  Today that review runs in the on-line version of The Telegram newspaper and will be in print tomorrow.  As always, the assignment turned out differently than I expected.

We'll Get Bach To You

Duo Concertante

D.F. Cook Recital Hall, Friday, 19 February 2016

The celebratory nature of the concert We'll Get Back To You, which launched the 2 CD set of Bach sonatas by Duo Concertante on Friday night, was muted by the sad news of the death of composer Cliff Crawley.  As a result both mood and programme were altered reflecting the deep impact of Crawley's involvement with the careers of Nancy Dahn and Tim Steeves, who are the halves of Duo Concertante.  Over years and more than thirty compositions ranging from show tunes to classical, Crawley had crafted music that highlighted the trademark of Duo Concertante, where the piano and violin equally support each other. 

Crawley was more than a composer, he was a collaborator and in fact when It Takes Two was launched in 2009 Nancy Dahn remarked to me that the CD could have been titled It Takes Three.  When I asked Cliff about what it was like to compose for the Duo he responded, "It's wonderful, they can do anything I ask!"  So, it was a bittersweet echo to hear Tim Steeves remark from the stage that, "Cliff Crawley could do anything –taking music from various genres…and always making it sound like his own."  In particular, when the last notes of Crawley's arrangement of the traditional folk song The Lark evaporated the silence was moving.

Nancy Dahn (violin) and Tim Steeves (piano) are the
 two halves of Duo Concertante.

Still, somber was vanquished with sabers – Khachaturian's flashy Sabre Dance, which meant the programme went into intermission with high spirits.  Similarly, the evening concluded with the virtuosic Sonate composed by Ravel.  The concert was still true to its name by presenting two full, luscious Bach sonatas: The Sonata in A major, BWV 1015 and the Sonata in E major, BWV 1016.

Duo Concertante's new release offers six J.S. Bach sonatas, some of which are rarely performed.  The selection of sonatas demonstrate the wide scope of Bach's creative genius and the appeal of his music– from organic, beautiful melodies to intellectual and rigorously structured pieces that sparkle with ornamentation.

J.S. Bach (1685-1750) composed during the Baroque musical era and it has been popular in the past few decades to play his music on Baroque instruments in a bid towards authenticity.  Tafelmusik, based in Toronto, is widely known for that distinctive warm sound that period instruments and bows strung with gut produce.  Duo Concertante has bucked that trend and chosen to interpret Bach on contemporary violin and keyboard but in a way that is historically informed.  The consequence is that even those of us who are neither musicians nor musical scholars can come away with an enhanced experience of Bach's musical language–for instance, to me, that the harmonies may be sweet but are never sentimental.

The liner notes of the CD are done in a refreshing interview style rather than an arid erudite exercise.  Paul Rice asks the right questions and unlocks the insights of Tim Steeves and Nancy Dahn.  He asks them, for example, to contrast the making of their Beethoven CD with this Bach undertaking.  With such efforts, combined with memorable performances, Duo Concertante is building a bridge of accessibility for a wider audience of classical music.

Gloria Hickey

DUO CONCERTANTE SET TO RELEASE NEW CD

JS BACH: SIX SONATAS FOR VIOLIN AND KEYBOARD

MARCH 18, 2016 on MARQUIS CLASSICS

Taking Valentine's back from Hallmark

View from the interior of Afterwords bookstore on a snowy afternoon.

After our first date, when I find out she has a boyfriend (or, as she explains, an ex-boyfriend who is not yet completely out of the picture), I sign off gallantly in an e-mail, “I am at your disposal.”

Except what I’ve written is “I am your disposal.”

There, that was my obligatory nod to Valentine's Day.  And for the record that was a quote from a memoir titled, The Diaries of Pussy-Cake by Gary Shteyngart.  This year I was determined not to let Valentine's Day devolve into a dutiful Hallmark moment.  There have just been too many near misses in my life lately to not be more mindful. 

I'll give you two examples.  Like a lot of other pedestrians in the City of St. John's I recently made a rather dramatic face-plant on the icy sidewalks.  One of my friends has been laid up for weeks with a leg broken in three places.  Luckily for me as I lay on my face, groceries askew wondering what was the safest way to try and get up, I feel a pair of strong arms pick me up.  A kind stranger drove me home, which almost sounds like a Hallmark Valentine card–this second example won't.  I was walking home across downtown when I encountered a tight knot of emergency vehicles and crime scene tape.  Apparently, a drunk driver had lost control, took down a power pole and struck two pedestrians.

Despite the snowstorm, TBS raised $8,055.70.

So, I decided to sidestep the customary this year and make a determined effort to give in meaningful ways this Valentine's.  My community made it easy.  On Saturday the 13th, I went down to my favourite tattoo establishment, Trouble Bound Studio, where boss man Dave Munro and his crew of talented artists annually donate their time around Valentine's in order to raise money for Daffodil Place, which supports families undergoing cancer treatment.  I made a cash donation and as soon as my glasses had unfogged and I collected a hug I was on to my next destination.

At Gower Street United Church there was a fundraiser in full swing to benefit a Syrian refugee family.  The Atlantic String Quartet was on stage playing a tango ripe with attitude, silent auction tables dripped with certificates for services and goods, raffle tickets were being snapped up with the prize catch being a pair of West Jet tickets for anywhere the airline flew.  Friends too organized this event.  I caught Flower Hill's soulful set, felt good about leaving a donation and limiting myself to only one very large cookie.  Then a whopper of a snowstorm rolled into town and I trudged home.

The snow was blinding but I still could make out the bundled shape of Andy Jones, whom I congratulated on his performance as Habib, which I caught during a matinee last week.   I decided on Sunday to help my neighbours dig-out and received more hugs. While thigh-high in snow I learned from Amy House that the Saturday snow forced the LSPU Hall to cancel a sold-out performance.  Mother Nature willing audiences will be lucky tonight.

SISTER ACT is about Bonding Beyond Gender

I try and follow the practice of doing something everyday that you have never done before.  Other self-help groups have versions of this: do something that scares you. etc.


Well, well the universe always seems to be sitting on my doorstep ready to deliver and this past several days it was:   review a musical.   I hate musicals.   But my axiom as a  critic is set aside your beliefs and open up your mind

I had my mind blown when I answered the request of the Telegram to review Sisters Act.   I could have picked it apart but that would have been personal.  And a reviewer should not be.

Et Voila  this is what the paper printed:

Sister Act

February 4 to 7th, 2016 - shows added

St. John's Arts & Culture Centre

What a better way to start a review of Sisters Act than with a true confession?  I cried.   I never expected that a story about a gangster and his lounge-singing girlfriend would make me cry.  And in the plot preamble they tell you about the murder she witnessed and how she would hide in a convent.  But no, you don't hide Delores the lounge singer anywhere– even if you take away her sequins and microphone and dress her as if she was among a flock of penguins.  And they were a dysfunctional choir of nuns at that.  However, Delores' infectious energy, tell-it-like-it is wisecracks and savvy dance moves will transform them.

Dana Parsons, who plays Delores, leaves it all on stage, every time she is there:  heart, soul and every vocal chord.  And that is also true of the 30-some odd cast members and the dance ensemble.  There was such an outpouring of energy and emotion on stage that the audience could not help but respond.  The directors Jacinta Mackey Graham and Douglas Vaughan are to be commended for crafting an experience that swept male and female, old and young away for two hours plus in the audience.  Even when the visuals of the staging could not keep up with the rollicking good humour - no one cared.  And if you have a sold out audience having that much good fun no one is going to remember that the lighting was not perfect.

I wasn't expecting that a musical about a central character in witness protection would be a play about bonding, sharing and human love.  Sisters Act was a drama that was a lot more than about "girl power" or standing up to the controlling man in your life.  After all, Delores just trades in surly Curtis for sweaty Eddy at the end or at least that's what the chorus of swooning nuns and Eddy's strut suggests.  What was intriguing was how convincing was the transformation of Delores from puppet girlfriend to convent catalyst and how she impacted the nuns' lives . 

Now in true over the top musical stage tradition there has to be a bunch of things that happen all at the end in a grand– a sort of fanfare, dramatic display or grand finale.  And Sister Act did not disappoint.   The Pope showed up, the somewhat sinister bill collecting men in suits decide to finance the church instead of buying it and well you get the general idea.  The girl gets the guy, the day is saved and…isn't this why musicals do so well in times of social and financial depression?  The dirty thirties, those big productions with tuxedos and tap dancing down grand staircases…We needed them then and we need them now.

Gloria Hickey