Of course I thought about the time commitment when I started thinking about auditioning for a musical – you always think about the time commitment. What’s been tough is being a full-fledged adult with a full-time job in corporate America, a daughter who needs me less and less but is still someone I like to spend time with. And, of course, squeezing in a social life somewhere. It’s been tough.
But… “Flowers for Mrs. Harris” is a beautiful show!
My fellow cast mates and I were chatting just last night about how much we’re loving it, how special it is, how moving it is and how we love it more and more each time we spend time with Ada Harris and the people she impacts along the way.
Based on the book of the same name, “Flowers for Mrs. Harris” is not so much a song and dance musical, but more heartfelt storytelling set to music. The 2022 film, “Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris,” is based off the same book. While there are slight differences, the charm is the same.
This is the North American premiere of the musical, and I’m honored to be a part of that, during the inaugural season at The Ruth, the gorgeous new venue for Hale Center Theatre Orem.
While both casts are loaded with talent, I’m in the Tues/Thurs/Sat cast, performing those evenings at 7:30p as well as the following 4p matinees: Sept 20, Oct 4, Oct 18, Nov 1 and Nov 15.
Every now and then, you get the opportunity to see a production of a musical that isn’t done very often – At least not in Salt Lake City. That’s the case with The Grand Theatre’s current production of “Dream Girls.” And heads up – this is its last weekend!
I don’t think I’ve seen Dream Girls on stage since 2013, (I had to look it up) when I wrote about it for the Deseret News. And that was the Broadway tour so none of the performers or musicians were local.
But that’s not the case with the Grand’s production. “Dream Girls” takes a lot of wonderfully talented Black performers and, as Latoya Cameron referenced in her director’s notes, most people thought that it couldn’t be done in little ‘ol SLC. But Cameron assembled a large cast – almost 25 performers – that proved otherwise. And, for a show about a music group, this show delivers in spades.
First up – KUDOS to the Grand for that fabulous live orchestra! What a treat to hear the Motown/soul/R&B sound with live musicians including a brass section. The moment the music started my heart pitter-pattered as I realized I was listening to a live in-person orchestra. Thank you, Grand Theatre.
“Dream Girls” is about the rise, of a girl group called The Dreamettes, or The Dreams, as they’d eventually be known, similar to The Supremes. It’s about their music, but it’s also about the people who help, or hinder, their success along the way and shines a spotlight on how we treat each other when our dreams are coming true, and when they’re not.
You can’t stage “Dream Girls” without finding some killer vocalists who can wail with the best of ’em and these gals do. Quesley Soto as Effie, Kandyce Marie as Deena, and Darby Mest as Lorrell, not only sell their solos, but their harmonies are terrific and, their friendship feels genuine. The men in the cast hold their own as well – Steven Taylor (Curtis), Kiirt Banks (James “Thunder” Early), Asher Head (C.C.) and Sean J. Carter (Marty). The large ensemble portray different people throughout the story and energetically bring the large group numbers to life.
Shannon McCullock’s costumes are so fun and colorful; taking us from the 1960s in Act I to the ’70s in Act II. Day clothes to concert dresses in bold patterns, shiny fabrics and numerous costumes changes. It was a treat. They also had a hefty amount of wigs for the large cast, designed by Erin McCullock.
Halee Rasmussen’s set design, took us from the Apollo Theater, to recording studios; small clubs to concert halls, with help by Drew Bielinski’s lighting design, and both were very effective.
AND, bonus points for having an actual playbill so I can read about the talented performers and creative team while I sip my coffee the next morning!
There’s no people like show people. I realize I’m quoting a completely different musical (“Annie Get Your Gun,” for those of you playing along) but that’s exactly what I sat there thinking during “A Chorus Line,” running now through May 3 (you only have a few more chances) at West Valley Performing Arts Center.
“A Chorus Line” is an homage to show people. The people who are willing to give it their all – both physically and emotionally – eight shows a week. People willing to endure rejection, grueling auditions, aching bodies and bare souls. And they’re not just willing, they can’t think of anything they’d rather be doing. There really are no people like show people.
That’s what “A Chorus Line” is about – people trying to get work as dancers in the chorus of a Broadway show.
First a bit of background. “A Chorus Line” is based on the true life stories of Broadway dancers, or “gypsies.” In taped interview sessions with Michael Bennett, the show’s creator, these dancers shared their life stories – unhappy childhoods, questions about sexuality, adolescence, infidelity and aging. With 24 hours of footage, Bennett and his team crafted a series of vignettes and monologues and, coupled with the brilliant music Marvin Hamlisch, would go on to break every single box office record, making “A Chorus Line,” a verifiable hit. Not just at the box office, but critically too – winning the Tony Award (nine of ‘em, actually) and even the Pulitzer Prize for drama.
It’s a musical that is not produced locally very often, so I was intrigued. It’s also not a musical I’ve ever seen staged in-the-round, so I was extra intrigued and, walked away completely delighted.
First of all, the staging. Bravo! I was impressed with how well co-directors/choreographers Ben Roeling and Izzy Arrieta moved our dancers through the space; the audition line subtly moving with dancers facing in varied directions so we all had something or someone to look at. It worked so well that it made me feel more like a dancer participating in the audition, rather than a director hiding in the dark watching.
I’ve always asked people who are considering seeing “A Chorus Line” – do you know what it’s about? Many people think of dancers clad in sparkly gold costumes, doing a fabulous kickline and they assume the show much be a fantastic dance piece. Which usually isn’t really the case. But in this production, the in-the-round staging turned many of these monologues/solos into additional production numbers – what a treat!
The choreography was so fun to watch and the cast is full of great dancers. One quick aside, one of the things I’ve noticed about West Valley Arts productions is the variety of body types in their productions – it’s so refreshing to see. Major kudos.
Anne Puzey’s crisp musical direction solidified our chorus line – with every word enunciated and every harmony locked in. And Alicia Kondrick’s costumes perfectly captured a 70s flair with fun vintage finds like an old-school Kodak tank top and classic 70s sweatsuits and bell bottoms.
This is truly an ensemble piece and, together, they are completely in sync. I enjoyed each performance, each monologue and teared up numerous times at the stories being shared – knowing they’re someone’s real life experience. Then I get thinking about the actors I’m watching knowing they all have their own unique experiences and life happening and yet, there they were on a Saturday afternoon, putting on a show. A singular sensation indeed.
Content – I loved that WV Arts was committed to doing the real version of this show. Keep in mind it’s very much PG-13. These are adults who are discussing adult topics – gonorrhea, “tits and ass,” sexuality. Do not take your children thinking you’re going to see a fun dance show.
The only minus point from me is a lack of an actual playbill. I’m on a mission to bring back playbills as the digital versions are so uninviting, are often unaccessible inside the theater, and do not give the performers, the creative team nor the advertisers their due.
I got asked to come up and sing! That’s my dream come true. There is not a time in my life, where when watching live musicians, part of me doesn’t think ‘Man I hope they’ll need someone to come up and sing!’ Now that I’m typing it out loud, I’m wondering if that’s normal?
At any rate, it happened!
For context, there is an amazing musical movement happening in Salt Lake City. Hot House West is a new non-profit committed to creating community through their love of acoustic swing music. The Swing Renaissance nights are my favorite night of the month and I’ve already put the dates in my calendar for the full year. I never want to miss one.
There is a large (I think 17-piece) big band on stage, all that brass, the fiddle, the guitars – It’s heaven! I’m wildly impressed by the caliber of musicians right here in little ol’ SLC.
It’s held at Clubhouse, an historic building on South Temple. The night is filled with extraordinary live music and free swing dance lessons. They bring in a food truck, have a bar (you know, for hydration) and it’s absolutely delightful in every way.
So, the March swing night was dedicated to western swing – a personal favorite of mine. After my first Hot House night, I emailed the organizer to say ‘what did I just experience and how can I be a part of it?’ He was very nice to respond, he introduced himself the following month, then, much to my surprise and delight, he asked me if I wanted to join them to sing Patsy Cline’s “Walkin’ After Midnight.”
“YES!” (which was also code for ‘are you freakin’ kidding me?!?!!?!)
It’s amazing how quickly a month goes, right? I suppose the major markers of the monthly passage of time - mortgage and credit card payments, for example – are good reminders. I’m finding having committed to sharing an original song a month, is another major marker.
But! Here we are – with February’s. It’s a song about a long distance relationship which makes sense to share around Valentine’s Day, no?
From a song-writing perspective, I was happy that I branched out from some of my go-to chords and used Em and even Bm! (that’s a barre chord for anyone paying attention and I’ve been afraid of those for quite some time – they’re more difficult to play).
Original song, “Anything But You”
I know my originals are all shot vertically instead of horizontally, likely offending the photographers in my life, but Instagram needs vertical video and it shows less of the room this way – ha!
In this song, I tried to capture the notion that sometimes we often think if we’re going to “get away” it needs to be to some incredible place but if the point is to see one another, it really doesn’t matter where you meet up, right?
Also, no offense to any of the cities mentioned in this song – I’m sure they’re all lovely. But, no one plans a get-away to Buffalo or Omaha – so it’s all for illustrative purposes.
For my next trick – Music! I already shared that I’m trying to commit to cooking more – more real meals with actual ingredients and limited use of a microwave. Which I’ve already accomplished for January! I did my chicken n’ dumplings and last night I tried some chicken meatballs that were decent but likely not worth making again. But I did it!
But my other goal for the year – and I’ve made a promise to myself – is that I’ll try to share one original song a month. Yikes, right? It’s one thing to share that I’m cooking beginner recipes I didn’t create. But to put a little chunk of my heart and soul out into the world for anyone to pick apart, stomp on or worse, maybe, not care about, is a big ask.
When I first started writing songs, I thought that could be fulfilling enough – that I could create a tune just for creation’s sake. In fact, I was even hesitant to tell anyone I was writing songs at all – What if they think I’m ridiculous? What’s the point, right?
Then I slowly started telling a few people but sharing songs with no one. I would mention it like I do my journaling – just a quick mention so people have a understanding of how I spend my time but I certainly wouldn’t share them. Yikes – can you imagine? How embarrassing!
But each time I finish one, I feel like I’m doing it a disservice if I don’t let it live its own life. It feels wrong to keep it captive in my notebook. What if no one ever hears it? What if it has a line or two that could help somebody somewhere?
Annnnnyway, I started by sharing a song or two with my sister; mostly offered up as a joke of sorts in case she laughed at me or worse, the song. But she didn’t. Isn’t it wonderful to be taken seriously?
I’ve been teaching myself to play guitar over the past six years and I’ve only been writing music for five maybe? I have friends who are real musicians and I guess I have a hard time putting myself in that category. I don’t know how to add all the riffs and things that make songs catchy, but I have the bones and structure. Riffs can be added at another time, right?
So here it is – I kept my promise to myself and I shared “Prosecco Tastes Like…” with the world – at least my world on Facebook and Instagram.