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Brecht and Eisler and Gordon

David Gordon’s Uncivil Wars, an adaptation of Brecht & Eisler’s Roundheads and Pointyheads played at the Walker this weekend. I saw it Thursday night. There were some very committed and accomplished performances by the company members. Eisler’s music is fabulous, and I found it the best part of the show. Gina Leishman, the music director and multi-instrumental accompanist, played a spare and effective accompaniment that was truly Eislerian.

Hanns Eisler at the piano

Hanns Eisler at the piano

At times it was difficult to concentrate on the song texts. My companion said to me that music automatically adds a sentimental and emotional element that makes it difficult for us to think. I contend that none of that is in the writing. Eisler was very conscious of the musical stupidity factor, and his settings always allow for meaning to shine through. I put our listening difficulties down to well-intentioned confusion on the part of Mr. Gordon.

The piece was billed as an adaptation, not a faithful staging of the original work. There have been some wonderful adaptations of Brecht and Eisler which have moved far from the source material. But Gordon’s adaptation, such as it was, added little or nothing to the play. He appended long disquisitions on Brecht’s dramatic theories and his and Eisler’s history, including a bit about Eisler’s deportation after an appearance before the House Unamerican Activities Committee. All this stuff is…well, interesting.  I find it interesting. But I came to see a performance piece, not an illustrated lecture. These facts could have been addressed in program notes. There were none.

Gordon inserted the characters of Brecht (played by Valda Setterfield) and Eisler (played by Leishman) into the play as commentators. As my friend said, Brecht’s use of the alienation effect did not extend to the point of putting himself on stage. Brecht’s and Eisler’s material can be trusted to work. If not, um why do it?

Finally, there is the question of the Walker’s and Gordon’s use of a local pick-up company. What was that about? Twenty to thirty community members and University of Minnesota students filed onto stage at the opening and were seated in two dark clumps upstage until the penultimate number, when they dispersed about the stage and joined in a long and pointless stomping dance number, first in unison and then in canon. After giving it two days’ thought, I still don’t get any context, critical thought or dramatic oomph from this dance. Instead I feel sympathy for the poor chorus who had to sit through an hour of non-involvement before performing something unrelated to the entire preceding piece. And I wonder how much the Walker will parlay this and other simulacra of community involvement into further funding opportunities.

music from East Germany

Saturday night, another desperately cold night in Minneapolis. I pity the wayfaring stranger. I am listening to a Darius Milhaud string quartet while trying to get up the nerve to sew a set-in sleeve, with instructions from the Sew, Mama, Sew! blog.

Today, NPR aired a story about the American Symphony Orchestra’s upcoming concert of music from the DDR.  It was a joy to hear Leon Botstein talk about the music with insight and appreciation. The program features music of Eisler, Dessau, Regeny, Zimmerman and Mathus.  Some silliness in the reporting–of course. Margot Adler, in discussing  Eisler’s national anthem, asks whether Westerners will be able to hear it without thinking of doped athletes or the Stazi. I dunno, but I certainly don’t think of all of my country’s depradations when I hear our anthem, and ours is not nearly as beautiful as theirs was.

Eisler–like many other left wing artists and intellectuals–returned to what he called Germany, not “East Germany,” not a USSR satellite state. The music was written in a spirit of idealism and patriotism. Ah yes, but it all went horribly wrong, did it not? Still I think of what Kurt Tucholsky said about his nation, in the beautiful poetic essay that concludes his book Deutschland Uber Alles, thumbing his nose at the Junkers and the Nazis and the idiots: It’s our country too, and we love it. You can’t take it away from us.

This illustration by John Heartfield is from Deutschland Uber Alles. The photo comes from A Journey Round My Skull’s photostream at flickr.

I felt that way listening to Obama’s inaugural address–something about sweeping the room clean, living up to our ideals for a change. Especially that part about putting aside childish things. I liked that bit.

Songs of War…

Saturday night I attended a concert in the Saint Paul Chamber Orchestra’s ongoing International Chamber Music Festival. This performance featured the members of the Orchestra of the Age of Enlightenment and the London Sinfonietta in Heiner Goebbels’ “Songs of War I Have Seen.” Goebbels first came on my radar through his amazing collaboration with the Ensemble Modern, “Eislermaterial.”

Like ” Eislermaterial,” “Songs of Wars I Have Seen” is a theatrical chamber music presentation which uses spoken word, in this case Gertrude Stein’s “Wars I Have Seen.”

Stein’s writing about her war–or at least the excerpts used by Goebbels–does not discuss politics, the fate of the Jews or other topics of controversy.  The poems in “Songs of Wars…” are about civilian life in a time of war: eating honey rather than sugar, the character of each nation’s radio sign-on, the paths of bombers, the progress of rumors, travel, loss, the way our thinking becomes distorted in a time of danger. The piece, beautifully written and staged, is profoundly moving. If you ever have a chance to see it, do so.

A memory of reading about Stein’s equivocal personal history tickled at my mind throughout the performance, and I verified it when I came home that night. She and Alice B. Toklas led a sheltered existence in eastern France during the Second World War, protected by the patronage of Bernard Faÿ , a closeted, right-wing, antisemitic Vichy official. Yes, Terry Castle wrote about it,  in a review of Janet Malcolm’s “Two Lives” in the London Review of Books.

So here we have it, a spoiled, apolitical genius writes an apolitical, sharply observed piece about a political, world-shaking event from the vantage of protection and safety. A Jew fails to note what is happening to her co-religionists in her time, under her nose, at the hands of her protector. Willed ignorance. And yet the truth of war will out. Goebbels realizes it beautifully.

From the OAE's blog--a blurry photo of the piece in performance at the Ordway Center, Saint Paul.

pic from OAE blog

This photo gives you some sense of what the performance looks like. The stage was lit by spotlights and lamps. Women instrumentalists were ranged in a rough semicircle in the front, men lined up in the back. The women spoke the text into microphones.

kid stuff

Rehearsals for the Fidgety school tour are coming along. We cancelled one rehearsal on account of bad weather, so are feeling a bit pressured. Two more rehearsals and we hit the road. We have a marvelous bunch of young actors working on the project, and they will rise to the challenge.

I’m working on Baba Yaga songs. I have two written and will let them sit for a few days, after which time I will hate them and rewrite. One is a lullabye and the other is a getting-pushed-in-the-oven song.  Next up is a dancing chicken-legs hut song. Must. Not. Listen. To. Moussorgsky.

Wikipedia’s Baba Yaga entry discusses “…an ordinary construction popular among hunter-nomadic peoples of Siberia …invented to preserve supplies against animals during long periods of absence. A doorless and windowless log cabin is built upon supports made from the stumps of two or three closely grown trees cut at the height of eight to ten feet. The stumps, with their spreading roots, would give an impression of ‘chicken legs’. A similar but smaller construction was used by Siberian pagans to hold figurines of their gods.”

Sami Storehouse, from wikicommons

Sami Storehouse, from wikicommons

I will be participating in a Hanns Eisler evening in March, an idea which is being bruited about by Dreamland Faces . The plan is to have an event to coincide with “Uncivil Wars”, an adaptation of Brecht and Eisler’s “The Roundheads and the Pointyheads” by David Gordon, which is showing at the Walker in mid-March.  I am planning on assembling a children’s choir to sing some of Eisler’s music from “The Giant”, a theatre piece we played with a children’s group in Berlin a few years ago. These are some nice quirky little songs, most with text by Brecht,  from  ”Five Children’s Songs” and the “Hollywood Songbook,” dating from the thirties and forties.  Revolutionary and seditious, and all the moreso for being delivered in treble voices. If you are interested in joining the choir, let me know.