What’s Up at GoNOMAD This Morning

On a rainy day in the office, there are all kinds of things coming at me.  I enjoy the fast pace of being in publishing–and the connectedness of people reaching out at you by email from all parts of the world.  I got some interesting messages today, here is a sampling of what’s in today’s inbox:

Shirley from Hainan China wants help promoting a new virtual travel tour of their Chinese province.  They want more westerners to know that Hainan is a tourist destination, so they created a tour on their Facebook page.

Chris from the UK wants us to help them promote a new card used to access health care in Europe.  They are reaching out for coverage about this new card and to provide details on who should get it, how they can do that, and what it covers.

Yesterday a woman named Amalie wrote from Houston about a new website they are starting called BarefootGlobeTrots, that matches local tour guides with travelers looking for day trips. We are going to help them promote a contest to win airline tickets to anywhere, to get people to visit their site.

I am also hoping to get on board a few exciting trips–one to Kenya, and one to Lebanon or Spain. And sending a great writer, Andy, to Sweden, while helping Danielle, another young writer, with her story about a recent trip to the Thousand Islands.

Aeronaut’s Field Day in Northfield: Let’s Go to The Hops!

Hops grow on very tall poles, up 20 or more feet.

Hops grow on very tall poles, up 20 or more feet.

On Saturday I’m going to a concert next to very very tall plants….20 feet high, beautiful green hops plants are what they grow at Four Star Farms. It’s their first ever Aeronaut Field Day, sponsored by the Somerville brewer of the same name.

The brewers are celebrating their hops supplier out here in rural Northfield.

They are even bussing their fans and friends out to this bucolic setting in Northfield. It’s right near the river, and there are sweeping views. Gorgeous country!

Get tickets here

FIELD DAY AT FOUR STAR FARMS IN NORTHFIELD. BEER, MUSIC, FOOD

 

My cousin Shady Hartshorne is playing with his band, Social #11, starting at 12 noon.  This is very pretty country up here, and there will be food trucks, two stages, and 30 bands between 12 noon and 8 pm.

Four Star Farms, Inc.
496 Pine Meadow Road
Northfield, MA 01360
Saturday, August 8, 2015 from 12:00 PM to 8:00 PM (EDT)

“Mr Burns A Post-Electric Play” A Long Night

In the play's third act, the actors don masks to look like Simpsons characters.

In the play’s third act, the actors don masks to look like  The Simpsons characters.

As the Bart Simpson and Mr Burns characters sang what felt like a nearly endless string of songs about dying in the third act of “Mr Burns a post-electric play,” I gazed at my watch. My God, man, just die, so this long, long series of songs can finally end, and we can all go home.

New Century Theatre’s most recent production of Anne Washburn’s dark comedy is a long theater experience– about two hours 40 minutes, including two ten-minute intermissions.  It was not the fault of the actors that I felt restless. It was the play’s ponderous second act, musical numbers that seemed to me to drag on too long, and a general confusion about what the point of all of this was.  I’m not alone–when this show opened in New York, some critics also felt that what the subject could have been summed up in a tidy two acts, instead of three.

The play is set in the near future–the bad future, where calamity has hit, people are talking about the terrible things that are going on in Boston. “It’s bad up there,” says Gibson (Paul Melendy) ominously, and there are scary people knocking at the door, and there are guns. But what the actors keep talking about is a long-lost episode of the popular cartoon TV show, The Simpsons.  We’ve all been there–you recount what you remember about a certain episode, and people chime in, contributing to the group’s collective memory of the episode.   It’s ok for a while–but what if you did this for fifteen minutes?  Ok, Ok, enough. Like the dying that couldn’t happen fast enough, this is pretty thin gruel for an entire first act, especially when there is a post apocalyptic world out there to worry about.   But maybe in this bleak world, memories of The Simpson’s episodes are better than facing more bad news like what happened to the people whose names are recorded in the notebooks. Scary, for sure. So when a stranger, Gibson, appears, the guns are drawn. It turns out he actually knows what happened to Sideshow Bob in that same damn Simpson’s episode!  Cue the music!

I”m a pretty big fan of The Simpsons,  but in a 22-minute cartoon, you can quickly cut in funny scenes like a Gilbert and Sullivan salute, and in just seconds, capture the point. In live theater, it just drags on, and the audience is left simply wondering why it is taking so long.  Most of the show’s laughs came directly from The Simpson’s scripts–clever banter between Bart and Mr Burns, or riffs on popular movies like Cape Fear.  The one character who got the most laughs was Gibson, (Paul Melendy), who later shows off a talented singing voice in the third act.  In the second act, he shouts out randomly, “call the plumber!”, and his nervous ticks and accents got more laughs than anything else.

I wondered what the many seniors in the audience who most likely, haven’t ever seen a Simpsons episode, were thinking.  As this play is billed as a dark comedy, it wandered into a grey area–what means what, and how would anyone know? I found myself parsing the song lyrics in the all-musical third act, trying to piece together what had happened to the world.  Washburn’s idea of a post-apocalyptic play set in ‘the near future’ and then having a second act seven years later, and a third that’s even 75 years later is clever.  But oblique hints are not satisfying, and the lyrics didn’t reveal more than ‘we don’t talk about that stuff.’

The second act is actually a play within the play, and we see actors reading lines along with the other actors slightly off stage mouthing the same dialogue, a funny kind of close-up into the actor’s world.  Quincy, (Stephanie Carlson) evokes grimaces from her fellow actors as insults a female actor, and talks about arcane details that were confusing..about how they buy lines from people in a mysterious place called “The booth;” about a rival acting company called “Richards” who seem to be attracting larger audiences. But this confusing shop talk is interrupted by a sudden urge to sing, and then we are given a rendition of a string of familiar disco hits mixed with the more familiar strains of the Simpson’s theme song. Confused?  I sure was.

By the time we got to the third act, which was all music, it was time for musical director Mitch Chakour to do his thing.  He helped punctuate the actor’s lines with his piano notes, and his three piece band was tight.  In this act everyone donned clay masks pictured above, looking a little like their Simpson’s characters, with the famous Itchy and Scratchy, (the violent cartoons inside every Simpson’s episode) representing the dark forces of evil people who, despite the frivolity on stage, still lurked out there in this very dark 75-years-ahead future.

This is indeed a dark comedy–maybe it’s like Mass MOCA, where I never understand any of the art. It’s entertaining for sure, and the actors do their best to muddle through this thicket of a script. It’s hard to pick out individual performances because of the nature of the the characters–I didn’t like any of them, felt no emotion about them because honestly, it wasn’t obvious to me what any of them felt about life after the apocalypse. And that’s a question much more interesting than what happened in that Simpsons episode.

Mr Burns a post-electric play, New Century Theatre, Mendenhall Center for the Performing Arts at Smith College, through Sunday August 8. Tickets www.newcenturytheatre.org.

Tanglewood Afternoon, from Sunday August 2, 2015

A perfect lazy Sunday afternoon at Tanglewood, with Joshua Bell on violin with the BSO.

A perfect lazy Sunday afternoon at Tanglewood, with Joshua Bell on violin with the BSO.

 

Find Tanglewood schedules and tickets: BSO.org

zzzz on the lawn.

For many it’s a great way to catch up on zzzs, with really great background music.

Zipping around the stroller minus his sister.

Zipping around the stroller minus his sister.

Packed lawn but only under the trees.

The shade is the premium position at Tanglewood.

Tanglewood lawn.

I’ve never felt grass that’s as easy to walk on and smooth as what you find at Tanglewood in August.

Strollin' the grounds.

Strollin’ the grounds.

Tanglewood: Time is Fleeting, Drink it In

Wineglass holders are common accoutrements for any fashionable Tanglewood picnic. Max Hartshorne photo.

Wineglass holders are common accoutrements for any fashionable Tanglewood picnic. Max Hartshorne photo.

Tanglewood almost made the cut last week, except for our fear of pending rains that detoured us to another destination to the north. Every season Tanglewood looms as an important event I don’t want to miss, but when I examine the calendar, the window seems to shrink and shrink.

But once we settle into the comfort of the great expanse of Tanglewood lawn, and set out some of our picnic and get in the groove, we realize that it’s always a good idea to put the concerts on our calendars. Just gotta push the other stuff out of the way.

Summer parties, the Van Gogh show at the Clarke Museum in Williamstown, traveling hither and yon, they all chip away at our dates. We cancelled a 14-day cruise that would have taken us to Maine in order to better take advantage of Tanglewood and enjoy that fabulous lawn once again.

We had a plan last week to go with friends, and then tried to carry over the invite to this weekend. It didn’t work. The pull of Tanglewood is a big part of what makes summer in the Valley so special. We’re on our way! www.bso.org

Two Down in Deerfield

Two local retail businesses have closed down in South Deerfield.  Sadly, it was a chef-owned bistro, a small celebration sort of restaurant, which could not keep going. The staff was notified by a text, then the next day, they were closed and gone.

When MRKT first opened, it took me a while to understand what they were doing with the place. Then after a series of glowing reviews and good word of mouth, they got some people in the door. But there were too many bad nights, and the money ran out.  So the space that once attracted people to come downtown is no more.  So hard. I think their perception that it would be expensive kept some people away, since that location has always been the ‘high priced dining spot.’

Then out on Route 5, the Final Markdown has taken its own final markdown. They closed up on July 1.  They are an ultra discounter, and a great small store with surprisingly cheap stuff.  They still have stores in West Springfield and CT.  So two big spaces no longer occupied. Just up the road from the mostly vacant industrial park.  And the general store, still ‘Now Leasing’ it’s all just sad.  Our town can’t support many businesses!