There’s something so satisfying, so fundamentally fulfilling watching (and listening!), to David Schmader as he sets up the hallowed arena of OTB’s stage for a game/set/match of a tortuous, surgically precise rib tickling. With his own dapper clown self being the main target, he lobs a great volley of clever essay eviscerating the Grand Arts Tradition. The inevitable metamorphosis into his day-glo doppelgänger of a nasty/sweet surprise will make you piss yourself. I hero worship.
Coleman Pester / Tectonic Marrow Society has built an architectural landscape of shifting light and shadow. A cubist refraction of weight, design and precision. Watching the three perfect dancers felt to me like being enfolded in the flow and fold of a bustling city’s action and reaction. Made me homesick for NY.
YOU…are AMAZING! And in case you had any doubts to the contrary,...
Last night I attended the mainstage show at Northwest New Works, and just like last week, I saw many things.
I only think I’ve ever heard Schmader on the radio; or perhaps the lilt of his voice lends me to falsely remember this. Indeed the lilt and practice of his voice is what he was calling attention to in his subject matter and the matter of his subject. With repetition and improvisation he assures us that he is in utter control. And then a special guest appears, who somehow brings the whole thing to a moralistic sense.
Tectonic Marrow Society
Coleman Pester and his dancers have drawn a line between three points. The structure in the middle of the stage already splits the playable area into a series of triangles while the audience is observed closely. A monolith, an audience, and the...
The Helena Theater Co. (from Montana!), holds a behind the scenes debate as NEA board members, squabbling over the qualities and fundability of select arts projects. Casting the conservative leaning decenter as villain, the other lefty eccentrics present their obviously absurd choices, only to be summarily rejected (as if any past meetings never taught them anything about what passes muster). It would have been cool to see actual brief presentations of said projects, so as to be more completely involved in the onslaught. Don’t you want to see dancers enacting the rites of Spring against the projected backdrop of insects mating? It could be next years’ 15 Minutes Max.
Wayne Bund is a sweet, silly, hairy dude who does "Lazy Drag" aka Genderfuck. Glaming up a barrel bellied bear with glitter and serious hair-ography is my kind of circus trump card. Beauty is indeed an ephemeral nonsense!
Erin Pike prances onstage like a wild red headed doe in heat. Through barbie...
Join us Sunday June 15 from 10pm in the studio theater for a NW New Works Festival closing party. Raise a glass to performing artists, mingle with audience members, sing some karaoke hits, and thank Festival Director Sean Ryan for his DECADE of hard work.
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