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Saturday, September 30, 2017

Kronos Quartet brings "My Lai" to BAM Next Wave

Tenor Rinde Eckert (left) as Hugh Thompson, Jr.
and musician Vân-Ánh Võ in My Lai
(photo: Richard Termine)

On the morning of March 16, 1968, U.S. army soldiers fired upon more than 500 unarmed civilians--elders, children, infants, women, some raped and mutilated--in the South Vietnamese hamlets of My Lai and My Khe. More innocents would have been slaughtered in this Vietnam War atrocity--since known as the My Lai Massacre--were it not for the witness and persistent intervention of a young American helicopter pilot, Hugh Thompson, Jr. His three descents into the chaos, though futile as attempts to halt the killing, ultimately saved lives, including, on his final landing, a young boy rescued from his dead mother's arms.

For Thompson's courageous efforts and his official reports of the massacre, he at first became a pariah in Nixon's America, as much a non-surprise as it is heartbreaking. His story inspired a concise, deeply affecting opera, My Lai, now in its New York premiere run at BAM Harvey Theater for BAM Next Wave. It was composed by Jonathan Berger with a libretto by fiction writer Harriet Scott Chessman for Kronos Quartet, tenor Rinde Eckert and Vân-Ánh Võ, a master performer of traditional Vietnamese string and percussion instruments.

Running at 70 minutes, the work suggests the dissonance between cultures--the flare-ups and gusts of Western strings set against Vân-Ánh Võ's measured, airy and delicate tones. Sounds converge and diverge; their players become factions physically separated by Eckert and the set the way Thompson's chopper, on its second descent, kept murderous soldiers from reaching potential victims. The set at the center of it all depicts a sterile hospital room: ceiling-to-floor white curtains, a couple of chairs, a table covered in prescription bottles. The curtains serve as screens for the ghostly shadowplay of helicopter blades and the gleam of wind-blown grasses. Here Eckert gives voice to an aging Thompson consumed by ugly memories and dying of cancer. The heroic pilot died in 2006.

Once Eckert parts the curtain and emerges before us, haunted and restless, the work maintains tight focus on him; the singer maintains his own tight grip in a performance of exacting force and endurance. He is almost never not singing, compulsively remembering, compulsively reporting, dreaming, desiring escape from the body, desiring, ironically, to share with his remembered young son the beauty of flight. He hallucinates his testimony as a game show.

Once you land, there's no turning back.... You can't just hover.

At one point, the bewildered Thompson asks, "How has this happened?" It's a question with no one good answer--or far too many. It resonates and disturbs as much today, in the Age of Trump, as then, in the Age of Nixon.

Kronos Quartet:
David Harrington (violin), John Sherba (violin), Hank Dutt (viola) and Sunny Yang (cello)

Direction, set design: Mark DeChiazza and Rinde Eckert
Video projection design: Mark DeChiazza
Lighting design: Brian H. Scott

My Lai has one final performance, tonight at 7:30pm. For information and tickets, click here. For information on other BAM Next Wave events, click here.

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Friday, August 21, 2009

Tagaq rocks

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Tanya Tagaq is an Inuit born in Nunavat, the extreme Northern Canadian territory she describes as "little islands at the top of the map." She is also one of the most famous throat singers in the world, having collaborated with Björk and the Kronos Quartet. Barefoot, bare-shouldered, and barely wearing a black satin dress that looked like huge interlocking fish scales, this sassy ocean goddess of formidable weather and her accompanying musicians performed for one hour, last evening, at the National Museum of the American Indian's Diker Pavilion--a space the oft-controversial singer, loathe to censor herself, could not resist calling "sterile." She also opined--twice--that New York's current muggy heatwave was hateful, and I really can't disagree with either argument.

Now, one hour doesn't sound like much, but that's only if you don't yet know about Tagaq and were not among the lucky crowd. One hour, in this case, represented two songs. Yeah, I know...but they were lavish, mind-blowing songs, more like sonic shamanic journeys as led by an Inuit Diamanda Galas. Are you scared yet? You ought to be.

Part of what makes Tagaq controversial is how she has taken an Inuit tradition--two women facing each other and performing the primal, sometimes eerie sounds of throat singing--and turned it into a solo virtuoso trance session supported by a range of contemporary music. The other part is how sexual she makes it all. Why, it's more sexual than hard rock because it is specifically, abundantly woman-sexual. Tagaq sources her voice in "the babymaker," as she calls it, and very much within the context of her culture's deep engagement with nature, red in tooth and claw. (Let's not get into her anti-PETA rants. Don't go there.)

She pants, hoots and howls, keens and babbles, turns gruff or flutey, all the while writhing and crouching, one hand splaying and articulating, eyes closed in ecstasy. With her viola player and percussionist keeping a steady, stately din, she throws back her head and simply yells. A promised "sweet little song" might indeed start out that way but quickly morph into something that makes your skull vibrate and try to lift away from your brain.

Song #1 clocked in around 40 minutes. The second--the "sweet little song"--was perhaps 15 minutes. One hour is probably enough Tagaq Therapy. But one more natural wonder awaited me outside the museum--a brilliant sunset over the nearby Hudson. Afterglow?

Learn more about Tanya Tagaq in this excellent interview on Innerviews and check out her Myspace page. And don't miss her next time!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

"We are a dance band!"


Benjy Fox Rosen (left, bottom); Rima Fand (right)
(c)2009, Eva Yaa Asantewaa


Rima Fand (left), Sarah Alden (right)
(c)2009, Eva Yaa Asantewaa


Yes, they are.

That would be Brooklyn's Luminescent Orchestrii, with their waltzes for the proletariat, their mashups of klezmer and Jimi Hendrix, their transformation of what they called Andy Statman's "quiet mandolin thing" with its droning, pleasing dragginess into something raucous, their Yiddish songs that proclaim things like "I can't dance/my shoes are broken/I will dance in my socks!" These musician/singers are peppery and irresistible, and it did my heart good to see a couple of totally unselfconscious dads twirling and frolicking with their joyful tots right in front of the stage. Any band that can get a couple of (presumably straight) guys to cut loose like that will surely stir your weary ass, too.



Rima and Sarah (left); Sxip Shirey (right); Sarah (bottom)
(c)2009, Eva Yaa Asantewaa



Sxip (c)2009, Eva Yaa Asantewaa


So, if you missed today's show at World Financial Center Plaza, you can catch Luminescent Orchestrii at Celebrate Brooklyn, where they will open for the Kronos Quartet in a free show on Thursday, July 16 (7:30pm).

Check out some LO music here.

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