{"id":1151,"date":"2009-06-15T18:18:17","date_gmt":"2009-06-15T23:18:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicomuhly.com\/?p=1151"},"modified":"2009-06-15T19:10:03","modified_gmt":"2009-06-16T00:10:03","slug":"bread-and-also-puppet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nicomuhly.com\/news\/2009\/bread-and-also-puppet\/","title":{"rendered":"Bread and also Puppet"},"content":{"rendered":"

So last weekend, I went to the Bread and Puppet museum in Glover, VT. Weirdly, and luckily, they were doing a little exposition-stroke-open house at the same time. Now. I grew up going to Bread and Puppet; for those readers not in the know, Bread and Puppet is\/was a…well, it’s hard to describe. Let’s start with their self-description:<\/p>\n

All Bread and Puppet Theater shows, created and designed by Peter Schumann with input from the company, use music, dance and slapstick to get their point across. Their distinctive imagery “\u201d featuring puppets (of all kinds and sizes), masks, costumes, paintings, buildings, and landscapes “\u201d seemingly breathe with Schumann’s distinctive visual style of dance, expressionism, dark humor and low-culture simplicity.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Okay cool. The Wikipedia entry<\/a> is actually pretty good, as far as things go. As a kid, though, the ritual was that we would drive up to Northern Vermont (from Central Vermont, about two hours) and park the car on a back road, then hike a little ways through a dirt and hay path. The smell was very specific to that place: wet hay, hippies, distant smoke. We arrived just in time to stake out a piece of real-estate on a \"2074808407_d93456c0c5-1\"grassy hill, throw down a blanket, and walk into a pine forest filled with little strange tableaux and baby pieces of political puppet theater. This being the 80’s, a lot of it was kind of anti-Reagan, anti- (or pro-?) whatever messed up stuff happens in South America, anti-TV. Then, we’d gather back on the hillside and watch about a half an hour of political slapstick puppets marked with occasional shapenote singing: stilts, goofball kids tumbling around, mostly in service of the same political ideas from the pine trees. Then, after a little break, there was a fully silent pageant, during which gigantic puppets would slowly emerge from the distant woods and move closer to us. It is very difficult to recreate in words the effect that this silent theater had on me as a kid “\u201c whenever I see, for instance, Robert Wilson’s work it always reminds me immediately of Bread & Puppet “\u201d not only the more obvious stage works, but smaller, weirder works like his Stations of the Cross<\/em>. Then, all the giant puppets from the new ENO\/Met production of Satyagraha reminded me so specifically of the pageant monsters “\u201d B&P represents a sort of artistic node for me: a reference point rather than a referant, if that makes any sense. This image (taken from Wikipedia) sums some of it up:<\/p>\n

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So it was a little depressing last week to see it been executed by college kids who were younger than I am. It was about a bunch of 23 year-olds with REALLY dippy smiles “\u201c like, you know I wouldn’t lie to you when I say that the girl with the drum and cymbals had the Single Dippiest Smile Ever. The full Circus & Paj haven’t happened since the late 90’s when the B&P world merged with the remnants of the Deadheads and Phishheads (sp?), so what’s left appear to be pretty wretched, underthought political theater the point of which appeared to be “down with bosses.” Can’t we do better than that? The sacred harp tune, Captain Kidd, which began all the circuses, reads (huge caveat here: I know the original text does not read in this fashion, and I know this poem is a repurposing of the tune, but as you might imagine the sacred harp community doesn’t have the most extensive online resource, and it’s too early to call Mary Alice<\/a> to figure out the actual citation for this but ANYWAY, they all used to sing it like this here:)<\/p>\n

Through all this world below, God we see all around.
\nSearch hills and valleys through: there He’s found.
\nIn growing fields of corn, the lily and the thorn,
\nThe pleasant and forlorn, all declare, “God is there.”\u009d
\nIn meadows dressed in green, there He’s seen. <\/p>\n

Then let my station be here in life where I see
\nThe sacred Trinity. All agree:
\nIn all the works He’s made, the forest and the glade,
\nNor let me be afraid, though I dwell in the hill
\nWhere nature’s works declare, “God is there.”\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Now, in my (maybe flawed) memory, I feel like the stuff I saw in the 80’s was true to this philosophy. But now, I feel like it’s wandered off into a kind of depressing freshman year of college space. Maybe it’s a messed up memory issue, but at the end of this interminable performance, I wandered down from the dirt floor theater and found the old pine forest, with memorials to dead company members:<\/p>\n

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and the natural amphitheater:<\/p>\n

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…and all the great icons came back to me, and I thought, well, maybe it’s better if I just keep it all there, as a repository of memories, icons, effigies, and smells.<\/p>\n

Speaking of which, I’ve been thinking a lot about this picture of a Yup’ik Shaman:<\/p>\n

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as a potential source for something. I’m not sure really what, but I’m feeling a big hand for Winter 2010.<\/p>\n

I<\/span> know that I’ve been yammering about it for months both in this space and on Twitter, but you guys. David Lang’s The Little Match Girl Passion<\/em> is really worth your time. Let me break it down for you. The original story, by Hans Christian Andersen (Den Lille Pige med Svovlstikkerne<\/em> – did anybody else know they called them “Sulfur Sticks?”) essentially describes a poor girl who has to stay out selling matches all night on New Year’s Eve for fear of being beaten by her father. To keep herself warm, she lights match after match, and in so doing, has a series of Radiant Visions of her grandmother and roasted Goose and various Holiday Pleasures. She dies, and the next morning, the people who find her body see her smiling, and they themselves have no idea of the Pleasures she had seen during her Mystics Visz. K. So David Lang turned this whole thing into a Passion Play for four singers, each playing one or two percussive instruments. What this essentially means is that he gave himself license to stylize the shit out of the text, and added some Christy bits and some Folksy bits and gave the bass-baritone a drum. It’s so genius. The piece is, in a sense, an incredibly minimalist exercise. There are three basic ways in which each singer can sing:<\/p>\n

1. Normal, conversational syllables: 8th notes with a syllable per note, declamatory.<\/p>\n

2. Irregular 5’s and 4’s and 3’s: little shopping lists of repeated words: come come come come come come come come come come, when when when when when when when when when. Twitchy and radiant.<\/p>\n

3. Incredibly expressive long lines.<\/p>\n

Check it “\u201d an excerpt from the 13th movement:<\/p>\n

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\n13. When it is time for me to go<\/small><\/p>\n

Teggist:<\/p>\n

When it is time for me to go
\nDon’t go from me
\nWhen it is time for me to leave
\nDon’t leave me
\nWhen it is time for me to die
\nStay with me
\nWhen I am most scared
\nStay with me<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

With such an \u00c5\u201cconom\u00c3\u00bd of gesture, you’d think it would be sort of passion-free, but focus on the section from 2:26 onwards. When the second female voice is incanting I, I, I, I, I, I with all those diphthongs, and the bass is all up in the sky, and then she drops it down with that low g? Mmm.<\/p>\n

Then check out this:<\/p>\n

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\n6. From the sixth hour<\/p>\n

Well. Isn’t this the most beautiful Pergolesi’d out, full allegri thing you ever heard? Good work, David Lang. It’s like taking all the formulas and restrictions of minimalism and making them serve the gospel: tenths in the voice, controlling the vibrato… It’s such a great trick.<\/p>\n

Everybody needs to buy this at this time. iTunes link here<\/a>. Amazon link here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

One side note here. Vibrato in so-called minimalist music is a whole point of contention; Steve Reich’s scores tend to be really aggressively notated about vibrato; Different Trains, for instance, is traditionally played with none. However, more recently, I hear some sneaking into composer-approved pieces, like the Triple Quartet<\/em>. David Lang seems more chill about it, but I wonder what this piece would sound like recorded with full straight tone. <\/p>\n

I<\/span> have been making many Syrups recently. The syrup I am making at this time consists of three enormous peeled and sliced ginger roots, one cup of sugar, and two and one half cups of water boiled down, with a bunch of black peppercorns, one fresh hot pepper, and star anise. The end result is a mahogany syrup that works really well when shook-upp with tequila, lime juice, and a little glyph of fresh ginger, muddled. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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