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APAP Plans Tomorrow’s Entertainment Today

Author: Carol Cooper

By Carol Cooper

“….[W]e believe the $50 million allocated for the arts in the stimulus package was a fiscally responsible decision. Every community the performing arts’ presenting industry represents across the country equates to jobs, jobs and more jobs.”
–Sandra Gibson, CEO and President of APAP

“I think the most important thing this organization can do for its members is to help key leaders in the legislative body become more knowledgable and articulate about the arts issues we’ve been discussing….
I really do believe there is an unleashing of co-creative potential afoot.”

–Mike Ross, Chairman of the Board, APAP/ Director of Krannert Ceter for the Perorming Arts at University of Illinois

Two weeks ago live music and theater fans sampled the offerings of two of New York’s most adventurous yearly arts festivals. But few of the general public who flocked to Webster Hall for GlobalFest or to the various indie theaters hosting 8 days of “Under the Radar” shows were aware of the simultaneous gathering of entertainment power brokers at the Hilton that has been making such events possible for over five decades. Despite this comparatively low public profile, the Association of Performing Arts Presenters is the foremost advocate for the entire presenting and touring field on Capitol Hill. APAP, in coalition partnerships with the Performing Arts Alliance (PAA) and other arts advocacy groups–as well as business and cultural affairs organizations across the country–makes sure the voices of America’s arts professionals are heard by state and federal policy-makers.

I wanted to attend this year’s Association of Performing Arts Presenters conference for insight into how govenment subsidies, private philanthropy, university sponsorship, and community art programs quietly sustain public arts programming throughout the U.S. Whether we are talking about the upcoming Jacob’s Pillow Dance Fest or CMJ or Austin’s South by Southwest; APAP’s synergistic infrastructure is the mother of them all.

As a pop-culture critic I often pay more attention to commercial entertainment that is framed or driven by Hollywood, television, and the recording industry, I and my readers can forget how much the non-profit and public education sectors inform and invigorate the commercial sector. In fact, when it comes to diversity and quality the latter is often more dependant upon the vitality of the former than we might expect. It’s also significant that APAP promotes live dance and theater as well as music. The APAP vision of human creativity is broad, but its emphasis on the need for audience and performer to gather in the same physical space to communicate says something profound about the value of the “meat body” in an ever more disembodied cybernetic age.

Although officially only five days long, the APAP-affiliated panels, symposia, and live shows ran from January 8th to January 16th. This peek behind the veil of non-profit arts programming was fascinating. It was something of a shock at a trade show to hear booking agents, managers, arts administrators, theater directors, and performers talk more about actual *art* than commerce. Yes, APAP does lobby for grant funding and to streamline tax laws which favor corporate donations to the performing arts. But since most of its core membership started out as musicians, dancers or theater people they still see things from a performers point of view. For them, the performing arts function as an Underground Railroad for the human spirit. APAP–whether networking at its governmental, institutional, or community levels–sees itslf laying those railroad tracks.

You might think that music dominated the event, with the international diversity of GlobalFest supplemented by a dedicated jazz track plus multiple bands prioritizing folk retentions from Ireland, Quebec, and Latin America. But stunning theatrical highlights like the Korean reinterpretation of *Medea* at La MaMa, an Irish gay-liberation musical at Joe’s Pub; and the interactive collision of drama, dance, and circus arts which comprises “STREB: Lab for Action Mechanics” proves that music is only one of the pillars on which APAP rests its reputation.

This time last year APAP members feared the simultaneous loss of governmental, corporate, and private financial support as a result of the banking crisis. Then President Obama signed H.R. 1105 into law, which included an $10.3 million dollar increase in national arts funding for 2009. Riding the momentum of this reprieve, APAP prexy Sandra Gibson and her 19-member staff continued to watch and advise and publicize how these grant monies were deployed as they prepared for the next annual round of funding advocacy. Meanwhile the recession continued. Regional arts coverage in print media shrank while competition from digital and home entertainment systems was grew. Venue-owners fought to keep operational costs and ticket prices low at the same time as the frequency and length of bankable tours decreased. Increasingly the intimate, exclusive experience promised by theaters and concerts halls was undermined by multiple flickering “smart phones” posting free realtime video and commentary to the internet! And “sustainability” at the facilities level meant finding ways to cut the cost (and carbon footprint) of lights, sound, sets, and paper programs. Hence the theme of this year’s APAP confab: “Risk. Opportunity. Now.” Bold and succinct, the phrase rang like a clarion call to arts professionals and programs that survived 2009 to arrive in New York seeking collective solutions to issues with potential to diminish or destroy their industry.

Mornings were spent in panels structured to teach or share strategies useful to both business people and creative artists. The nightly members-only hotel showcases allowed talent buyers and purveyors of talent to connect. Acts were aimed at every conceivable demographic. Offerings ranged from Rat-Pack style caberet acts to Indian Hoop dancers, to Chinese opera. Rigid distinctions between high and low culture simply didn’t apply. Dividing lines between entertainment and education were aggressively blurred. Cultural delegations from Quebec, Sweden, and Brazil came shopping for university tours or club bookings. Info booths and special events overflowed with undergraduate volunteers sniffing out future career opps. The tiny APAP staff is able to keep most of its 2000 members in communication all year long with webinars, weekend workshops, research partnerships, interactive databases, consulting services, grant administration and their trendzine “Inside Arts.” Clearly, what I witnessed at the Hilton was simply the most compressed physical manifestation of infrastructural guild activity that really never ends.

Pet APAP initiatives on the cusp of this new decade include streamlining visa approvals for foreign performers; strengthening touring and teaching programs for live jazz; greening the performance industry, and helping the white house to view its support of public school arts programs and community arts centers (together with all their interdependant service industries) as necessary components of a national job stimulus package. Each of these projects is already well-underway, with SxSW heading into it’s second carbon-neutral campaign, and www.BroadwayGreen.org already converting local theaters to sustainable light and sound systems.

APAP itself remains a 53 year old distributed network with lefty/intellectual roots in the Madison Wisconson-based Association of College and University Concert Managers. By 1957 America’s growing number of progressive, college-affiliated arts presenters prompted a group of them to leave the pre-existing National Association of Concert Managers to form a similar network which emphasized the educational role of the arts and “those issues unique to hosting professional performing arts on campus.” Directed by Wisconson Union Theater manager Fan Taylor from 1957 to 1971, and changing its name as it grew to embrace first community theaters then artists and managers, APAP steadily expands its size and mission to better serve the public and its membership. Fan, who risked booking innovative acts like Miriam Makeba and Martha Graham long before her peers, set the standard by which APAP still measures its members.

I ask how Sandra Gibson, only the fourth Executive Director in APAP’shistory, sees its role in the coming decade and she replies: “Presenters are kind of the invisible profession. Nobody goes to the Kennedy Center to see the National Symphony Orchestra and thinks: “We’re in the presenter’s house.”….But that’s changing a bit now. We discovered after the culture wars that civicly-engaged presenters had become the lead communications channel between artist and audience, becoming the ‘partners of choice’ in commissioning and residency work.”

After America’s pre-millenial culture wars, foundations began funding trusted presenters rather than individual artists. This made APAP even more determined to vindicate this trust by helping presenters maintain quality, diversity, and community engagement in the productions their yearly budgets subsidized. The first GlobalFest, with it’s unique international focus and “parallel stage” model, came together under APAP guidance.

“Presenters were the original bookers and distributors,” Gibson continued, “and now they’re involved in actually producing work. Projects come to them, then they find collaborators. And because we have as part of our membership artists, agents, and managers too, the issues around all of the performing arts come to the table. We facilitate and provide the forum for those deliberations. Presenting is a collaborative art. What’s so beautiful about what’s happening today is that it’s no longer a “booker” who [simply]bought the talent and an “agent” dropping off a contract with a rider. It’s a shared enterprise. “

Michael Jackson’s Tribute

Author: Carol Cooper

      Writing this now even as it runs live on TV, I can already say that the Shrine memorial event for Michael Jackson defended his legacy in ways MJ himself could not.
Stevie Wonder, himself an ex-child star rising through the Motown system, sang the best and truest response to those who would still ridicule and belittle Michael’s achievements.
“They Won’t Go When I Go” was written back when Stevie was feeling himself attacked and undermined by those he trusted, and remains an eloquent cry-from-the-heart from someone who’s learned the hard way that fame and worldly power (with all it’s material benefits) won’t ever protect its owner from worldly tragedy, failure or heartbreak.

      Even Rev. Al Sharpton, frequently a controversial public crusader,  hit the right notes when speaking of Michael. “You’re daddy wasn’t strange,” he affirmed to M.J.’s kids in the front row, “what he had to *deal with* was strange!” Sharpton intoned to spontaneous applause. Growing up in public, a black boy when America still segregated and limited black aspirations, working class and under pressure from within and without to excell and succeed in a game rigged against him from the beginning, Michael coped with adversity as best he could–and better than most.
“Thank you, Michael,” Sharpton added at the end of his testimony, “Thank you because broke barriers for all the rest of us,  and thank you because you never gave up. “

Playing “Tag” With Adriana Kaegi and Her Coconuts

Author: Carol Cooper

By Carol Cooper

     Last night at Joe’s Pub in lower Manhattan I witnessed a quintessential “downtown”  event:  the simultaneous launch of a sultry caberet-rock album and a feature-length video memoir. It was D.I.Y. multimedia at its finest!

     First,  Adriana Kaegi, co-founder (with August Darnell and “Sugar Coated” Andy Hernandez) of Kid Creole and the Coconuts draped her curvy blonde frame in a spectacular white and chocolate gown to perform excerpts from *Tag*,  her brand new I-Tunes release. Then she premiered the film *Kid Creole and My Coconuts* in which she describes with archival footage the volatile interpersonal chemistry which both shaped and tormented America’s quirkiest multi-culti pop band.     

      Humor is the pivot around which both projects turn, a quality that renders even the heaviest moments in her movie, music, and life oddly inspirational. People expecting unclassy stuff like onscreen ranting, anger and sour grapes won’t find it:  Kaegi and her production crew know that bitterness is boring, and the real story here is how despite every internal or external impediment this pioneering ensemble consistantly produced unique art and music… of a quality which will never be surpassed.

     A wise person once said that no man–no matter how famous–is a hero to his wife.  Literary testimony from spouses of guys as diverse as Pablo Picasso and Tibetan meditation guru Chogyam Trungpa proves that even the most inspired and influential cultural heroes can be full of internal contradictions and annoying flaws. And no one knows such flaws better than a loyal spouse.  So when a wife is also her husband’s creative and business partner, her insight and tolerance must expand to cover the multiple roles her marriage demands of her. Especially when the working partnership outlasts the marriage!

     Few ex-wives are better equipped with enough dry wit to describe the highs and lows of marriage to a Great Man than the Swiss-born singer, actress, and high-concept choreographer Adriana Kaegi.  As proven by her documentary,  it’s the comedic actress in Kaegi that gave the Coconuts and all her subsequent creative projects their iconic energy.

     Informed as much by mime and silent cinema as by ethnic and modern dance, Kaegi’s choreography works to illustrate and enhance any song,  from Darnell’s gigolo anthem “I’m A Wondeful Thing” to her own Bardot-esque “C’est Ma Vie”.  Her personal thoughts/commentary on any topic in her own or Darnell’s catalog are always telegraphed by her dance moves–something critics too often overlook. Kaegi’s acute sense of irony is so infused with compassion and love of life that she responds to all adversity with the light, almost surgical intervention of a diplomat.
     On *Tag,*  information-age club rhythms steeped in Latin, funk, and pop-jazz  flavors slide underneath Kaegi’s silky contralto as she makes wry observations about  financial anxiety, sex, rebellious trust-fund kids, sex, downsized expectations in career or romance, and well,  sex. If David Bowie had been born Swiss and female he might have made an album like this in 2009. In many ways *Tag* is the perfect cool segue from overheated Kid Creole flashbacks…which is probably just what Adriana and co-producer Patrick Grant had in mind.

Songs of Youth and Freedom

Author: Carol Cooper

     Actor Danny Glover is one of the producers of a new documentary celebrating the role of song and courageous student activism in the American Civil Rights struggle.   Interspersing archival television footage of the protest marches on Selma, Birmingham, and Washington, with  journalistic snapshots of Mississippi Freedom Rides and lunch counter sit-ins, *Soundtrack For a Revolution* at this year’s Tribeca Film Fest was a bright (if sometimes narrowly constructed) window on the pre-desegregation groundwork which made the Obama presidency possible.
       Exuberant new arrangements of famous “movement” anthems were recreated on screen by young stars like John Legend, Joss Stone, Mary Mary, The Roots, Wyclef Jean,  TV on the Radio, and movement veteran Richie Havens.   These choice  performance clips loom large alongside footage of regional gospel choirs and the spoken testimony of surviving march participants about how they sang to overcome fear in the face of police brutality and real physical danger throughout.
         This documentary  is not perfect crafted, but its moral strength makes up for any flaws in narrative flow and nuance. The filmmakers say the soundtrack may become separately available….I’m hoping with a DVD trailer which can include the most salient bits of musical and verbal testimony for easy home viewing.

Of Blues Women…Especially Saffire!

Author: Carol Cooper

       Just got a copy in the mail of the new independant film *Hot Flash*, a short documentary about the female blues band Saffire! Uppity Blues Women. If you don’t already know them, the Saffire ensemble currently records for Alligator Records in the U.S., and is a racially mixed group of roots musicians all over 50 who write and play the kinds of blues Sippie Wallace, Memphis Minnie, Bessie Smith, and Ma Rainey used to sing.
     In the 1950s when marketeers and revisionist historians decided that the image of the blues, especially the electric blues, was going to be dominated by men, the ongoing contributions of female vocalists and instrumentalists to the form were significantly downplayed and often forgotten. Part of why Saffire! exists is to disabuse younger music fans of this cultural chauvinism.
          Directed by Sarah Knight,  and  produced by Knight and Barbara Ghammashi, the documentary  has been touring  the international film festival circuit for the past year, waiting for a new album and tour to help widen the movie’s target audience.   I am one of many talking heads interviewed for the project, being one of the few pop critics for mainstream publications willing and able to review Saffire! concerts and recordings in recent years.   Sadly, my American peers seem inclined to view Saffire! as an ephemeral novelty act  despite their skill as instrumentalists and singers.   Many critics  refuse  to appreciate the necessary work of inclusion Saffire!’s original material and their vintage covers do for the living legacy of women in country blues and  thereby the creation of  rock ’n’ roll.
     With a lineup that over the years has shifted between three and four core members, featuring a black (and gay) lead vocalist fronting a predominantly white band, Saffire! is a fascinating experiment in both race relations and feminist sisterhood. The filmmakers probe the origins of the band, their struggles on the road  their innovations  in the commercial arena, and the sensitive area of sexual orientation, a topic many American bands with both  gay and straight members still prefer to avoid.
     People wanting to contact the filmmakers about screening the film can reach Sarah Knight at Jo Films in New York via email: sarah@jofilms.com

On Losing Ralph Mercado and Manny Oquendo

Author: Carol Cooper

 

     Last month two pivotal figures in New York-based Latin music passed away. One was the key concert promoter and artist manager Ralph Mercado, and the other was bandleader Manny Oquendo.

     I knew Ralphy and most of his family personally, even briefly working for him in the 1990s as the A&R head of a youth-oriented English language dance music division  for his Sony-distributed label RMM Records. But before that we’d met at various Fania All-Star concerts at Madison Square Garden, and also Village Gate and Palladium concerts while  I was either a working newspaper critic or doing corporate  A&R for A&M or Columbia.

     Manny I used to admire onstage as the leader of the band “Libre”, which as it’s name implies blended hooky salsa rhythms with free-jazz improvisation. He wasn’t the first or the only bandleader to do this, but for my money he was the “best”; meaning the most consistantly interesting and entertaining.

     I admired both men, appreciating their individual grace, intelligence, and elegance as gentlemen, as well as their creative influence on the entire arena of commercial salsa.   The tradition of mentoring in Latin music was greatly supported by these two businessmen.  Lots of musicians polished their chops and audience appeal as members of Libre.  Lots of younger promoters and aspiring managers got help and advice from Ralphy; even if only in the form of his inspiring  example, filling Madison Square Garden several times a year  and helping keep New York’s neighborhood Latin dance club scene alive.

     When people we admire die, it is tempting to say/believe their like will never come again.  As unique as I think Ralph and Manny were, I hope their spiritual and intellectual succesors are many, because the world would be much the poorer if it doesn’t manage to produce some equally gifted heirs to such magnificent legacies.

NEW YORK CITY, RELOADED

Author: Carol Cooper

 

     Feels like 1977   (almost)  again.  Nightlife and pop culture in this city during a depression/recession/downturn/ whatever we’re calling  it this week,  is feeling a lot like the last time New York had to suffer through massive job layoffs, gas price volatility, and multilateral rising costs of living.  Businesses are already getting more creative about attracting consumers.  And museums, restaurants, bars, nightclubs and entertainment vendors of all types are visibly rethinking how they do what they do.

     In New York we are fortunate in that there have usually been ample free and low-cost concerts and festivals during the warmer months, and imminent offerings from the PEN America World Voices literary festival, the Tribeca film fest, the African Diaspora Film Festival,  MoMA monday nights, SoHo gallery weekends,  Summerstage and Prospect Park bandshell , and River to River concerts promise memorable delights to soothe the stress of  urban life during fiscal wartime.  Over the next few weeks I hope to report on much of this as it makes a difference in the quality and direction of cultural trends in my city.

Roll Over, Rockefeller!

Author: Carol Cooper

 

     It may be coincidence that the late-sixties “tribal rock” musical *Hair* reopens on Broadway the same week that Albany repeals New York State’s draconian “Rockefeller drug laws,”  but there is poetic justice in the syncronicity.   Glorifying  the sex- and drug-positive  lifestyles of New York’s  hippie kids at the cusp of the 1970s, the still brilliant music and lyrics of “Hair” expose all the brave hopes and naive hypocrisies of that transitional period–from anti-war activism and gender privilege, to interracial dating and gay rights.

     Few actual hippies were as self-aware as the characters of *Hair,*  but in retrospect I’d say that McDermot, Ragni and Rado were gently satirizing as well as celebrating their subject matter.  They understood, as too few of today’s  holier-than-thou activists do, that wanting  and working towards  peace and love is still miles away from actually having it.  The struggle continues.   And it must necessarily continue with compassion for human fallibilities. 

      The triumph of over 30 years of grass-roots political lobbying and organizing, the elimination of mandatory minimum sentences for non-violent drug law offenders (especially first timers), will allow some 1500 current inmates to apply for re-sentencing or early release, and give judges more power to send offenders to rehab programs rather than prison. So-called “soft” drugs, like marijuana, sent many young,  non-white people to jail in the ’70s, ’80s and ’90s, decades in which controversial street drugs like angel dust, black-market pills, crack, and crystal meth flooded urban America.

     When vocal celebrities like Russell Simmons put their time, money, and influence behind the reform campaign in the ’90s, public attention was focused on how three decades of harsh drug laws had impacted children whose mothers and fathers had been jailed and missing for most of their formative years.  Many rap stars grew up personally scarred by the social conditions created not only by a criminalized drug culture, but also by indiscriminately punitive and practically ineffective state drug laws.  One hopes the landmark shift in Albany this spring will give recording artists something new to sing about.

     I went to see the new production of *Hair* last night.  The cast of attractive, multi-racial kids were somehow able to resurrect the original magic despite not having been even a gleam in anyone’s eye when the original version hit Broadway. I saw that version the week the show closed.  It truly seemed the end of an era.  Then as now there was no longer any relatively harmless urban counter culture to run away to if you were 16 with a non-capitalistic dream.  I remember leaving the theater determined tomake a living doing what I loved, since I couldn’t change the world.  I wonder if the teens and twenty-somethings who came out of *Hair* last night into a world where Obama is  president and the worst of the Rockefeller drug laws are newly dismantled went  home with better ideas?

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