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The Trout Fisher King

30 cents, two transfers, love - marcinwickery

Yashar Saremi
 points out that yesterday would have been the 75th birthday of Richard Brautigan, poet and novelist likely still best known as the author of Trout Fishing in America.

Here, via the remarkably comprehensive Richard Brautigan Bibliography and Archive site, is a recording of Brautigan reading a chapter from TFiA, "The Hunchback Trout":

The water sound in the background is reportedly a stereo recording by Brautigan of the particular Montana trout stream that inspired that chapter.

Here, a very short film by Huckleberry Delsignore, built on Brautigan's reading of his poem, "Gee, You're So Beautiful It's Starting to Rain" from The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster:

And here, Heather Kahn of the Rhode Island School of Design, with a little help from Django Reinhardt, provides a Gilliamesque animated Richard Brautigan reciting his "Xerox Candy Bar":


Photo: "30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love" by Richard Brautigan, embedded in a Muni station near the ballpark in (naturally) San Francisco, by Flickr used Marcin Wickery, used under Creative Commons license.


The President Appeals to the Bass
(and to the French)

Florent Ghys  

I posted the original version of the first video below last April under the title "Sérénade pour le commandant en chef et contrebass."  I had already planned to re-post it this week, in part to contrast the fresh-faced optimism of this past version of the President with his rather more beleaguered persona one year on -- friends, the Presidency is a tough job under the best of circumstances -- but principally to call attention to the fact that the creator of this piece, Florent Ghys, has been signed by Cantaloupe Music, the record label of New York's Bang on a Can, and will be releasing three EPs of his music in the upcoming future.  The first of the three, Baroque Tardif: Soli, arrives tomorrow.  (For the moment, at least, a free MP3download of the title piece, "Soli," is available via that link.)

Via Sequenza21, I discover that Cantaloupe Music has issued a slightly revised version of the video in conjunction with M. Ghys' debut, under the title "Music for Multiple Basses and The President of the United States." (Very similar to my own title, but not suspiciously so: how many variants are really possible here?)

In addition to tacking on some Cantaloupe-related titling at the start, this version rewrites history by changing the date of the Weekly Address on which it is built: the original version was dated (accurately) January 24, 2009, while this new one bears a date of January 27, 2010 -- i.e., this Wednesday, when Mr. Obama will fill us in on the State of the Union.  

Now, it is again my distinct honor and high privilege to present Florent Ghys and, looking very relaxed, a more youthful version of President Barack Obama.

I posted a second Florent Ghys item last May.  Looking back at it, I find that one of the videos I had embedded in it has disappeared from Ghys' Vimeo page.  The piece to which it relates, "Clignotants," is included on tomorrow's EP release, and it appears that the video has simply moved from Ghys' own page to the page maintained by Bang on a Can.  From that source, because I quite like it, here it is again:



UPDATE 012610: It occurs to me that perhaps the President should begin to travel with a string quartet, to provide musical commentary and support for his speeches.  Sure, a string quartet lends a certain hifalutin' air to the proceedings, but it could be an improvement on the President's beloved Teleprompter, so frequently criticized by nasty Fox News commentators . . . and occasional others:

The Daily Show With Jon StewartMon - Thurs 11p / 10c
Obama Speaks to a Sixth-Grade Classroom


Photo of Florent Ghys via Cantaloupe Music.


Schweik While the Irony's Hot

The cold equations of arts finance dictate that even a large, comparatively well-funded opera company can only mount any given production for a small number of performances.  "Engagement extended by popular demand" is not a sign commonly seen around the opera house.

Long Beach Opera is not one of those large, well-funded companies.  In consequence, LBO's new production of Robert Kurka's The Good Soldier Schweik runs for only two performances -- and you've already missed the first one unless you were in Long Beach last night.  It would be a mistake to miss the second.


Schweik is based on Jaroslav Hašek's 1923 novel, chronicling the adventures of the titular Josef Schweik (Švejk in the original Czech) during the First World War.  As the novel begins, Schweik lives in Prague and makes a living selling dogs with forged pedigrees.  We learn he previously served in the Army, but was discharged as "feeble minded."  On page 1, he hears of the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo. He spends the remaining 700+ pages of the unfinished novel -- Hašek died of tuberculosis in 1923 with only four of the intended six volumes completed -- getting to the front, with innumerable side trips to jails, mental institutions, field hospitals, fashionable homes, taverns, trains, and so on.

Havoc follows in Schweik's wake.  Whether through innocence, idiocy, or inertia, Schweik tends to do as he's told in a zealously literal sense, with absurd and embarrassing results.  He is some unholy combination of Chaplin, Mr. Bean, Chance the gardener, Candide and Sancho Panza, albeit without the self-knowledge of any of those characters.  Figures of power and authority tend to be the most discomfited by Schweik, and the novel is generally accepted as the first great 20th Century antiwar satire, and an acknowledged influence on later authors such as Heller, Vonnegut and Pynchon. 

Schweik is also one of those characters who are as much associated with an illustrator as with their author.  Josef Lada's illustrations are as definitive of Schweik, and as well known in Europe, as John Tenniel's of Alice. 


Robert Kurka, a Czech American who presumably absorbed Schweik with his mother's milk, wrote his opera in the mid-1950's.  The libretto is credited to Lewis Allen (born Abel Meeropol), whose other claims to fame include having written "Strange Fruit" for Billie Holiday and becoming the adoptive father of the children of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg following their execution for espionage.  His Man of the Left credentials are in good order.  The text tends to trade in rough hewn colloquial couplets, of the sort favored by Brecht.  

Like the novel, the opera was not quite complete when Kurka died of leukemia, at age 35, just before its scheduled 1958 premier with New York City Opera.  A complete piano score existed, mostly orchestrated, but the final orchestration had to be reconstructed for the premier from Kurka's detailed notes.  The orchestra is strictly winds, brass and percussion, with no strings.  The score is clearly influenced by Weill and Stravinsky and possibly Bernstein, among others, with strains of jazz, blues, Czech folk music and more thrown in as needed.  It is dissonant and contemporary, but without abandoning melodicism, and while you may not be able to remember any "tunes" as you leave the theater, it works quite effectively moment by moment. 

The Los Angeles Timespreview of Long Beach Opera's production suggested a circus atmosphere, but that's not quite right.  Genial agitprop cabaret is more like it.  Singers and ensemble act, dance, move scenery, and generally do whatever it takes to keep the performance moving along through a rapid fire two and a half hours.  The plot is episodic and sudden shifts in tone are the rule.  While farce is the dominant mode genuine danger is never entirely absent, as when we are reminded early on that the Hapsburgs' secret police were no joke or when Schweik and company encounter the maimed, starving soldiers returning from the front. 

The Long Beach cast is uniformly committed, energetic, and engaging, with all but Matthew DeBattista (as Schweik) filling multiple roles, sometimes within the space of a single scene.  DeBattista does not resemble Lada's Schweik -- he is more of a three way combination of Chaplin with Laurel and Hardy -- but he strikes all the right notes with the character, which is to say he takes everything in stride with equanimity -- whether deranged psychiatrists, doctors whose cure for everything is three enemas daily, irate generals, or his superiors' inconvenient mistresses -- and that it is impossible to tell whether Schweik is or is not conscious of all the trouble he causes for those around him.  DeBattista is new to Long Beach Opera, and a welcome addition to the company's tradition of savvy singing actors.  (This is Long Beach: we do not "park and bark" here.)

Also new to LBO is Welsh baritone Jeremy Huw Williams,whose roles include the philandering Lieutenant Lukasch, who wins Schweik as his orderly.  From a priest.  In a crooked card game.  Williams brings a long-suffering dignity to the lieutenant, whose circumstances grow worse each time Schweik approaches with another "Beg to report, sir . . . ."

Several standout performers from prior seasons return, including LBO fixture Suzan Hanson (as Schweik's landlady, Lukasch's needy mistress, a nasty nurse and more), Jesse Merlin (a crazed Freudian, an even nastier nurse, and more), Benito Galindo (sundry victimized persons), Alex Richardson (another crazed Freudian, a priest of doubtful probity, and more), and Peabody Southwell (victimized persons, female division, and a Madeline Kahnesque turn as Baroness von Botzenheim, who shows that she Supports Our Troops by bringing her front to the front to hug them goodbye). 

Because his book was unfinished, there's no knowing what fate Hašek had in store for Schweik in the end.  Kurka and Allen elect to have him simply wander off, putting his gun gently down and going left on patrol when his companion goes right.  It is, in its way, the only willful act Schweik commits in the entire opera, and it leads to a final swell in the orchestra that promises a nice, satisfying major chord resolution but delivers a dissonant squawk.  It is a right choice, true to Schweik and his world.  The real satisfaction sets in immediately after, with the realization that Long Beach Opera has again done that thing it does: finding an interesting work that seems to interest no one else and mounting, against the odds, a smart and appealing production.  It may not be grand opera, but it's pretty darned fine opera.


One performance remains: Saturday, January 30 at 4:00 p.m. in Barnum Hall, Santa Monica.  Tickets here.  Did I mention you should go?


UPDATE:  For those of you keeping score at home . . .

  • Mark Swed of the Los Angeles Times is on record as being only luke warm on Kurka's opera.  That said, he's definitely an enthusiast for this production.
  • As is the Orange County Register's Timothy Mangan.  (I had a paragraph in a draft of my post referring, favorably, to the "let's put on a show" mentality that informs so many Long Beach Opera productions.  I cut it after discovering that Mangan went there first.  Durned professionals.)


All production photos by Keith Ian Polakoff, used by kind permission of Long Beach Opera.


Drive-In Saturday:
Eat, Crow!

Fox and crow by cliff1066

The fable of The Fox and the Crow, usually attributed to Aesop, is well-known, as is its moral: Beware of vanity and be wary of flatterers.

Usually, the good thing that the crow possesses and that the fox desires -- and obtains by wily application of the aforementioned moral principle -- is a piece of cheese.  It could just as well be something else, such as f'rinstance a Tasty Cookie.  

If the obscure object of the fox's desire were to become a Tasty Cookie, and if that cookie had a good agent who would negotiate a prominent place for it in the title of the piece, the tale would become that of "The Fox, the Crow, and the Cookie", and it would proceed along the lines of this lively bit of puppetry, accompanied by the band mewithoutYou:

The Fox, the Crow, and the Cookie from David Bell on Vimeo.

Via LAist.


Illustration: Detail from gate commissioned for the William Church Osborne Memorial Playground, Central Park, NYC, 1952.  Photo by Flickr user cliff1066, used under Creative Commons License.


Every Day Can Be New Year's Day
[UPDATED: Ha Ha Ha Ha]

A Happy New Year to All!


Sing along with Mick Jones and Tony James:

(James/Jones 2009)


I made a resolution I broke in seconds flat.
But I don't want go round worrying about this and that.
It could be called an act but I want it to be real.
So what I'm striving for is something I can feel. 


Don't feel so bad about losing the plot.
It can only make you stronger than what you already got.
If you don't eat your spinach you won't last that long.
But really the answer is within the song. 


Don't worry I feel sad,all through the night.  
Won't be so bad,it's gonna be alright. 


I hope you won't mind if I take you aside.
Because I've got something I have to confide.
You've got to a find way,find a way to let go.
You could find out what you could never know. 



UPDATE [01 01 10 1309PDT]:

Bonus video to get one in a proper frame of mind for the facing of another year and a new decade.  "Ha Ha Ha Ha Happy New Year," by The Dark Bob, featuring DJ Bonebrake of X on dums and backing vocals.

Via LAist.  HA HA HA HA!  


Illustration: Postcard via Wikimedia Commons.  (1910?  Better a century late than never.)