Saturday, April 22, 2017

A Musical Cloud Gate

I interviewed the composer Dr. Martha Horst earlier this week about Cloud Gate, her composition inspired by Anish Kapoor's sculpture of the same name. It will be premiered as part of Chicago Stories tonight at 7:30 at St. James Cathedral in Chicago. The interview appears on my friend, the composer Tim Edwards's web site, puzzlecanon.com.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Sounds of Spring

Sounds and sound-related thoughts in recent weeks:

* A variety of pieces by composers using a combination of electronic and acoustic sounds at the Chicago Electro-Acoustic Music Festival (favorites include my friend Tim Edwards's entitled Dismantle; Elizabeth Start's A Cellist in Alaska; Autosquish by Timothy Ernest Johnson; The Fertility of Ash by Sean Ellis Hussey; and Beth Bradfish's sound sculpture, Exhale.);

* Laurie Anderson's 2015 film, Heart of a Dog, accompanied by the ethereal, elegiac soundtrack of the same name;

* A pair of enormous turkey vultures cooing to one another on a tree branch (scavengers in love);

* Mockingbirds (20 tunes for the price of one!), goldfinches, bluebirds, cowbirds, and dive-bombing redwing blackbirds have migrated back to my forest, bringing their music along;

* In Polish poet Adam Zagajewski's latest collection of essays, Slight Exaggeration, he extols the virtues of Bach, Brahms, and Billie Holiday, and refers to rock music's "splendid dialogue of passion and moderation" with a quote from Nietsche's The Birth of Tragedy: "...the Dionysian element in art is in perpetual dialogue with the Apollonian";

* French soprano Veronique Gens singing the Bailero from Canteloube's Chants d'Auvergne, one of the loveliest things I've heard in a long time.


Thursday, March 23, 2017

Hecho en Pilsen

Earlier this week, a friend and I spent a frosty, sunny afternoon in the Chicago neighborhood of Pilsen. We had lunch at Dusek's, a Michelin-starred restaurant named for the owner of the adjacent 100-year-old concert venue, Thalia Hall, the locus of what had predominantly been a Czech enclave about three miles southwest of Chicago's Loop. Over time, the area has become inhabited by Latino residents, mainly from Mexico. The cuisine at Dusek's reflected this reality and the chilaquiles was delicious. The restaurant has blended into the area, but not without controversy; its management was at the center of a firestorm recently (since resolved) for firing a Mexican-American dishwasher who had walked out as part of last months' A Day Without Immigrants restaurant workers' boycott.

Up and down 18th and 19th Streets, which form the core of Pilsen, you can find many traditional, long-term Mexican bakeries, restaurants, and stores. But newcomers in recent years have upset some long-term residents who have expressed their anger in the form of anti-gentrification graffiti. Bow Truss Coffee Roasters bore the brunt twice in 2015 and earlier this year, it closed all its locations for other business reasons. It is unclear if one thing led to the other.

Other relative newcomers, though, like the charming Modern Cooperative, Verdant Matter, The Spoke and Bird Bakehouse and Pilsen Community Books have not drawn the ire of the denizens; perhaps it's because many of these business were established by people living in the community?

Anchoring the western end of Pilsen, don't miss the always-free National Museum of Mexican Art, whose permanent collection is worth a visit on its own. Several current exhibitions are of interest - my favorite was Francisco Toledo's Hecho en CaSa, a tribute to the artist's Zapotec heritage and a marvel of copper, woven materials, and...large insects. Also worth seeing is Time to Get Ready: Fotografia Social, Chicago native Maria Varela's evocative 1960s black-and-white photographs taken while she actively participated in the Civil Rights movement in the South. Memoria Presente: An Artistic Journey opened March 24th.

It was fun to spot the Trump Loteria-style El Maligno decals placed strategically throughout Pilsen. I think that all residents agree on this designation.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Breakfast in Paris + Miscellany

It's interesting how something we desire becomes even more desirable the harder it is to find. Breakfast in Paris (BiP), created by the 45-year-old Portland, Oregon-based Stash Tea Company, has quickly become my new favorite tea. It's a black tea, flavored with lavender, bergamot (the citrus fruit which gives Earl Grey its heavenly scent/flavor), and a dash of vanilla. If you are in a blah mood, you will get a boost; if you are in a good mood, it will get even better. I searched the company's web site to see which of my local "dealers" could provide this particular kind of tea; after some footwork, I learned that although some stores stock certain kinds of Stash Tea, BiP is not among those. So where did I try it originally, you ask? At my local train station. I have now been back there twice just to buy a handful of precious bags each time and each time I get a kick out of requesting a few bags of the Stash.

Elevated by BiP, I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art to hear a lecture on the Merce Cunningham exhibition currently on now through April 30th. In one of the rooms, you are surrounded by screens projecting a variety of dances from different periods of the modern dancer's career. It is magical and inspiring.

More BiP and a visit to the Cultural Center, where my favorite show on now through April 9th is 50 x 50 Invitational/ The Subject is Chicago: People, Places, Possibilities.  Fifty artists, one from each of Chicago's 50 wards, is represented in this exhibition. Some haunting photographs in the Coptic in Chicago series, a large gold-leaf with magnet piece, and the Modern David photo series.

Beware the ides of March tomorrow and Happy St. Patrick's Day~

Saturday, January 28, 2017

A Friday in Chicago + Trump's Shadow


A forlorn, freezing fellow paced about across the street from Grant Park in the bitter cold yesterday with a placard that read "Stop Sexism/Stop Trump." In addition to the day's extreme temperature difference (last Saturday, it was in the 60s and sunny compared to a barely-reached, raw 30), his lone presence made a striking contrast in light of the Women's March on Chicago, which drew 250,000 people in support. A friend showed me a great photo she'd taken of the crowd that day, the Trump Tower rising in the background. The protest in Chicago was said to have been the largest in the city's history.

Earlier, this same friend and I visited the nearby Art Institute. Many Chicago museums are free to Illinois residents at this time of year and it was certainly a treat to wander the warm halls gratis. Our timing was slightly off because some exhibitions had been either recently deinstalled or were under installation. So we eavesdropped on a docent lecture about how northern light inspired certain painters. We also browsed a textile/tapestry show, the new Islamic Art gallery, and the museum's collection of Modern chairs created by such famed designers as Charles and Ray Eames and Eero Saarinen.

At the Cultural Center, only two shows were up; others were similarly being installed or deinstalled. In the Sydney R. Yates Gallery (my personal favorite room in the whole place), they had the marvelous doors Eugene Eda had painted for Malcolm X College. I wonder if the Trump protester had a chance to visit this exhibition, whether to get warm or get inspired.

We liked Dutch artist Viviane Sassen's just-opened show, Umbra, at Columbia College's Museum of Contemporary Photography. Many of the images were startling, requiring a second or third look to determine what it was we were actually seeing. The artist played with light and shadow (umbra) in order to draw attention to Jung's views on the shadow aspect of our psyches.

It made me wonder about President Trump's shadow side. Is he really just a complete shadow? According to Jung, "where there is light, there must also be shadow." To the extent that he is aware of this dichotomy, Trump gleefully embraces his shadow. But I fear that his is a shadow with no hint of light.