Showing posts with label Carrie Catherine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carrie Catherine. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Theater Review: Somewhere, Saskatchewan

Text © Robert Barry Francos / FFanzeen, 2013
Images from the Internet

Somewhere, Saskatchewan
Written by Kelly Jo Burke
Music by Carrie Catherine
Direction and design by Angus Ferguson
Dancing Sky Theatre (Meacham, SK)
Carriecatherine.com
Dancing Sky Theatre.com


Have you ever driven through some small village and wondered who would live there, and why? A spankin’ new play, Somewhere, Saskatchewan, addresses that very topic.

Before the show, as the audience drives out to the Dancing Sky Theatre in Meacham, SK, population 90, a lot of this minimalist production experience resonates though the very walls, both literally and figuratively. The story is of a musician who arrives in what at first appears a nearly deserted, crumbling Podunk in eastern Saskatchewan, and learns important life lessons that are passed on to the audience.

The process of how this tale was mounted is interesting in its own right. Saskatoon-based singer-songwriter and powerhouse Carrie Catherine, who is a fascinating activist in the cultural life of the city, decided she wanted to expand her horizons even further by asked award-winning playwright Kelly Jo Burke to write dialog for her to link some new songs she was composing (she is always writing). From that, and with the help of Carrie’s musical collaborator and stage-mate, percussionist Hal Shrenk – also a multiple winner of awards – Carrie put on her crowdfunding hat, made some promotional videos (available on YouTube), and raised enough backing to make her idea a reality.

With the help of the Dancing Sky Theatre team out in Meacham (45 minutes west of Saskatoon), which is in the middle of, well, somewhere, Carrie, Kelley and Hal have brought their story and music to life.

Arriving at the theater alone is a perfect prelude to the story about to be unfolded. When you turn off Highway 2, there are no signs in the 9-block municipality to direct you (the showcase is on the other side of town), but driving around town to find it certainly doesn’t take long: just look for where all the cars are parked, we were informed over the phone when ordering the tickets. We were also warned to wear boots, and right fully so, as the streets around the playhouse are dirt, or in the case of the melting snow, mud.

While Carrie (who also has won awards for her music)  is a powerful singer and songwriter, this is her acting debut. Well, unless you want to count the numerous videos she’s made for her songs, most of which are introduced by her. She is certainly high energy when called for, and does well to express the subtler emotions of her character, Ezzie. As the show starts, Ez is in a rock band in T’ronno (that Toronto to you uninitiated), and for reasons explained early on in frantic style, she ends up in this supposedly desolate place. How she adapts both spiritually and musically is the crux of the dramady. Comedrama? Anyway…

There are actually two performers in this show, as I noted above. The first is Carrie, whom I will get back to in a mo. The second is Hal, who’s role, according to the literature (what we in the big city call a playbill), is the Rhythmatist. This is both accurate and an understatement. Hal never verbally utters a word, but he is every single sound not uttered by Carrie (and also moves some of the set design, well-thought out by Angus Ferguson, who also ably directed the show). Along with accompanying Carrie’s guitar during the songs, he’s also the wind, the car, construction noises, and every incidental necessary jangle and clatter using various instruments, including those which are made by him. The man is incredibly talented, but his past work already belies that.

Musically, beyond this particular stage, Carrie is quite versatile, moving from rock to country and Roots, but also sweeter material. That helps her character be more expressive, as we see the evolution of Ez’s songwriting as the show progresses. Usually we see how the seeds of the songs germinate, and sometimes we get Carrie/Ez on both acoustic and electric guitars (no, not at the same time…) singing at full tilt. Nearly all the tunes are complete, rather than snippets, so this is occasionally like a concert of sorts. That alone makes the trek out to Meacham worthwhile, but I digress…

Other than verbally mute Hal, Carrie is alone on the stage with the entire dialog. Fortunately, she does not do the whole one-person-playing-many-characters, but rather it’s more like what Bob Newhart used to do on the phone during his routines: she’s say back what the other person is saying. Other times, though, it is just the audience hearing her part of the conversation, sometimes with just one or two words, but it’s never confusing about what the other invisible person is saying. It’s nice to see a play where the dialog doesn’t talk down to the audience, but rightfully knows that they can follow the thread.

Much of the rest of the talking is the verbalization of Ez’s thought processes. This way we hear the maturing of her experiences that resonate so well with the very surroundings.

There is a lot to echo what is happening on the stage with real life. For example, Carrie came back to the Prairies to find her dreams, like Ez. Also, the venue was once the town community centre, only to be refurbished as the Living Sky Theatre, much like an incident in the story.

There is a lot to be enjoyed by this production in its zeitgeist. Carrie’s singing, Hal’s rhythm and foley contributions, Kelley’s words, each individually would make an enjoyable experience. Altogether, it is a fun night of indie theater.

Now through May 12, 2013.
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Monday, February 14, 2011

A Look at Paste’s 100 Living Songwriters

Text © Robert Barry Francos, 2011
(Except for the list, which is owned by Paste Magazine – see link to original article at the end)
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”One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor”
– Paul Simon (No. 13)


Fifty musicians and composers made up the late Paste magazine’s list of the top 100 songwriters, essentially in the past 50 years. Published in 2006, this list came to my attention only a few days ago.

This is bound to drive just about anyone else crazy, because music is subjective to the core, which they firmly state in the opening article before the list. Their criteria was that those who selected “were encouraged to vote for the songwriters they treasured the most, not the ones with the highest sales, the biggest impact on culture or even the greatest influence on other songwriters.”

For me, I don’t capishe some of their choices, such as Patti Smith being No. 95 while Tom Petty is No. 29, or Allen Toussaint at No. 68 and then putting David Bowie at No. 16. Sure, there are some they got right (remember, this is my subjective opinion), like Michael Jackson down at No. 49, and Chuck Berry way up at No. 25 (though I would have put him much higher).

What I find most significant is the lack of artists on the list, such as Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis, both of whom are still very alive. The Ramones could have been added, with Tommy and Marky still standing. Yeah, their songs were simplistic, but the music they wrote and produced was exciting, and they electrified the world. What about John Lydon, who wrote some incredible lyrics?

It is leaving out Ellie Greenwich, who died after the list was formulated, that is just criminal (for just a starters, she wrote or co-wrote ”Leader of the Pack,” "(Today I Met) The Boy I'm Gonna Marry,” "Why Do Lovers Break Each Others' Hearts?" "Be My Baby," "Baby, I Love You," "Then He Kissed Me," "Da Doo Ron Ron," "Not Too Young To Get Married," "Hanky Panky", "Do Wah Diddy Diddy", "Chapel of Love,” "I Wanna Love Him So Bad", “I Can Hear Music," "River Deep, Mountain High"… well, you get my drift? To me, it just shows sheer ignorance on those who chose.

Here is Paste’s top 10:
10. Prince
9. Joni Mitchell
8. Elvis Costello
7. Brian Wilson (The Beach Boys)
6. Leonard Cohen
5. Paul McCartney (The Beatles, Wings)
4. Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan
3. Bruce Springsteen
2. Neil Young (Buffalo Springfield, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
1. Bob Dylan

With the exception of No 5 (Paul McCartney above Lennon-McCartney, who aren’t even on the list? Ha!), I don’t really have a problem with it.

But the thing is, though, that nearly all of these listed are pretty major players, despite the “favorite” label. However, there are so many other musicians who are under the radar who consistently write incredible songs. For example (in no particular order) there is Mary Gatchell, Tamara Hey, Maria McKee, Ruth Gerson, Harriet Shock (who has won awards for her tunes), Margo Hennebach, Adrienne Jones, Anne Lorre, Carrie Catherine, Kim Delmhorst… Oh, there are so many others.

My guess is that Paste’s selectors of the list have never heard of many – if any – of these powerful songwriters, because of their lack of numerous chart hits. You may have noticed that all the ones I have selected are women. Why? Because the Paste list has only 11: Patti Smith, Victoria Williams (No. 89), Julie Miller (No. 73), Dolly Parton (No. 55), Aimee Mann (No. 54), Gillian Welch (No. 48), Loretta Lynn (42), Carole King (No 31; one ahead of Leiber & Stoller), Lucinda Williams (No 22), Patty Griffin (No. 19), and Joni Mitchell (No. 9). They all deserve to be there, but that’s only 11 percent.

These kinds of lists are bad ideas. They draw in the readers, sure, and it’s those numbers that drive the magazine biz, but most of them are insufficient and have wide gaps. It’s part of the reason I usually don’t do “Best Of the Year” articles. Personally, I believe that these “greatest ever” things are made up just to get people riled and write angry letters, which can then be published to show everyone, “Look! People read us!” Guess it didn’t help Paste though, as they can no longer be listed in the 100 best existing magazines.

http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2006/06/pastes-100-best-living-songwriters-the-list.html

Bonus Videos:
Maria McKee


Carrie Catherine


Anne Loree


Ruth Gerson