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A &
E Briefs: New TV, Art Show and Two Concerts
by
Euan Bear
Wonderfalls
Worth Watching
There's
a new mid-season replacement show to watch for on the Fox Network, of
all places, called Wonderfalls. Set in Niagara Falls, the show follows
Jaye Tyler (Caroline Dhavernas), a college grad working in a tourist-gift
shop. Inanimate objects in the shapes of animals start talking to her
and browbeating her into taking specific actions, mostly talking to designated
people. It's quirky and weird and quite funny, and even my often dour,
cynical, TV-bashing partner laughed out loud.
The family of origin comes in for quite
a send-up, too, as they (mom Karen, dad Darrin, sister Sharon, and brother
Aaron - are we sensing a theme here?) rather awkwardly attempt an intervention,
while Jaye is hibernating with depression, after being passed over for
a promotion. OITM got a preview of the pilot because Jaye's sister Sharon
(played by Katie Finneran) is a lesbian. In the first episode, two or
three people end up with new love interests, including Sharon, as a result
of Jaye's involvement in their current crises.
It came across as a combination of Joan of Arcadia,
Ms. Match, Twin Falls, and Northern Exposure.
Art
& Activism
There's
a space at UVM dedicated to art with an inclusive message: the Center
for Cultural Pluralism, also home of the LGBTQA Services office. Last
month, the Center hosted a "closing" reception for Caitlin Daniel-McCarter's
show of photograms and two video works.
Daniel-McCarter is president of Free to
Be, a student organization. Daniel-McCarter exhibited "Identity," a series
of works meant to be viewed from over the shoulder with a mirror in hand.
Combining drawn images, old fashioned typewriter-style type, and handwritten
words, the series makes physically as well as cognitively obvious the
anxiety and sense of coming from outside the mainstream. Further, it explores
the idea of identity as a liability in a bigoted world. The text briefly
summarizes two stories: that of Brandon Teena, a transman raped and killed
in the U.S., and Severa, a Tutsi raped by Hutu men in Rwanda.
A self-portrait collage of images the artist
felt shaped her, a series called "Coming Out," and a photogram series
called "Grace and Deterioration," juxtaposing images of war and torture
next to American Eagle advertisements to signify "backwards progress,"
rounded out the exhibition's artwork.
Daniel-McCarter also showed two videos
she had made, the first called "Lover," the reenactment of a poem she
wrote. Arty and purposely out of focus, it suggested a tryst between lovers
enacting the voice-over narration of the poem.
The second video, "Silent War," was an
advocacy piece pushing both participants and viewers to think about rape.
Talking heads (or parts thereof: chin and lips, or nose and eyes) say
what rape is to them, intercut with images of war and torture, including
the famous Vietnam War-era image of a Viet Cong shot by a South Vietnamese
officer. The point is explicit: rape is war against women.
More disturbing is the ending, in which
Daniel-McCarter's message is that victims of rape never recover from the
trauma, that they are doomed to lead mediocre lives of substance abuse
and psychic pain forever.
Daniel McCarter said she made the film
in a "bizarre" film class she shared with "800 frat boys." She characterized
their films as "Are you queer? I'm going to shoot you, queer!" So perhaps
the hopelessness of the message is an understandable attempt to shock
an unreceptive audience into actual thought, feeling, and awareness of
the consequences of a violent sexual act. The video was the embodiment
of Daniel-McCarter's credo that art and activism go hand in hand.
Music
on Memory Lane
Alix
Dobkin played a house concert in Burlington last month for two-dozen women
and a handful of kids, and it was an up close and personal tour down memory
lane. Between songs from Lavender Jane Loves Women (technically the second
overtly lesbian album produced in the U.S.) and later albums, the "mother
of women's music" told stories of breaking into the folk scene in the
Greenwich Village of the 60s, then moved on to the 70s (Lavender Jane
came out in 1973, Dobkin in 1972) and 80s.
Liza Cowan, the woman Alix came out with, was the concert's host, and
Dobkin's daughter Adrian, heard on Lavender Jane in the kids' song "Theirs
is a Little House," was present with her infant son.
Dobkin looks like the grandmother she now
is, and told lots of grandmothery jokes about death and dying, some with
her distinctly Jewish flavor. But her voice instantly took us back 30
years to a time when simply declaring out loud a woman's joy in loving
another woman - much less performing in women-only venues - was an intensely
radical act. It was surprising how few members of Burlington's "radical
women's community" of that era were there, and gratifying how many of
the audience were under 30.
Strong
and Sweet
Sweet
Honey in the Rock has been singing everything from gospel to rabble-rousing
feminist political and lesbian love songs for 30 years. They made it very
clear in their November concert in Burlington that they have no intention
of stopping now.
They're still flowing smoothly with the
deepest, richest harmonies I've ever heard any five women produce. And
they've produced a show, Eveningsong, that moves into the future with
founder Bernice Johnson Reagon's daughter Toshi and her rock band Big
Lovely (including guitarist Judith Casselberry, formerly of the duo Casselberry
& DuPree).
The musical transformation began with the
a cappella quintet sitting eight rows up in the audience, pouring forth
a pre-show repertoire of their strongest songs of the past three decades,
as all around them, audience members sauntered in, chatting and finding
their seats, thinking it was a "best of" cd playing and meaning no disrespect.
The lush wall of sound and emotion went
on for two hours, including a long medley shaped into a primer on the
history of why residents of Washington, DC, still have no right to vote.
African chant moved into rock city, with Toshi Reagon on electrified acoustic,
backed by drums, electric bass, and two other guitars. The wall became
a tower.
It was nothing short of emotional and musical
redemption, such power as to make you want to follow them anywhere.
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