Monthly Archives: November 2013

From Bighead to Bedlam – So, _that’s_ where Eric Tucker went…

Joan: Yes: they told me you were fools [the word gives great offence], and that I was not to listen to your fine words nor trust to your charity. You promised me my life; but you lied [indignant exclamations]. You think that life is nothing but not being stone dead. It is not the bread and water I fear: I can live on bread: when have I asked for more? It is no hardship to drink water if the water be clean. Bread has no sorrow for me, and water no affliction. But to shut me from the light of the sky and the sight of the fields and flowers; to chain my feet so that I can never again ride with the soldiers nor climb the hills; to make me breathe foul damp darkness, and keep from me everything that brings me back to the love of God when your wickedness and foolishness tempt me to hate Him: all this is worse than the furnace in the Bible that was heated seven times. I could do without my warhorse; I could drag about in a skirt; I could let the banners and the trumpets and the knights and soldiers pass me and leave me behind as they leave the other women, if only I could still hear the wind in the trees, the larks in the sunshine, the young lambs crying through the healthy frost, and the blessed blessed church bells that send my angel voices floating to me on the wind. But without these things I cannot live; and by your wanting to take them away from me, or from any human creature, I know that your counsel is of the devil, and that mine is of God.

Medallion devoted to Joan of Arc – Courtesy iron45 via Wikimedia Commons Attribution-Share Alike License

Eight years and one week ago, I saw a production of Shaw‘s Saint Joan that I can’t get out of my mind. Bighead Theatricalities staged it in an industrial park warehouse off of Vineland somewhere in the back of the San Fernando Valley. But, that’s not all that unusual in Los Angeles. What stood out was that this massive, sprawling, Nobel prize-winning play was done with a total of four performers, one of whom doubled as the stage manager. This was no staged reading or minified adaptation – every character was fully present, every speech spoken, and the audience whisked on rolling seats from one part of the space to another by the actors themselves. They also served snacks in the lobby and chatted with the audience during intermission. Shaw’s words spun up brilliantly and inexorably over three hours until Joanna Beecher’s luminous Joan refused to cop a plea. It broke through the swirl of comedy, politics, and polemics and took everyone’s heart with it. It was one of those lump-in-the-throat moments that prove that artists are different from us. Fearless, exuberant, altogether unforgettable it played that night to four people. Which is also not unusual in Los Angeles.

I always wondered what happened to director/performer/producer Eric Tucker who came up with the concept and picked the team that executed it so expertly. Unfortunately for us in the Southland, he is in New York City. Fortunately for theatre, he’s still at it. Bighead has become Bedlam, they’re still doing small cast adaptations of big plays, and the New York Times has taken notice. They have deservedly developed a loyal following. Neither the article nor Bedlam’s website make any mention of the Los Angeles productions – unfortunately also not unusual.

My 2005 notes to fellow theatregoers are after the jump.

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All along the control tower

An air traffic controller’s day must be filled with responsibility and stress that few can imagine. The view from up above must be some small compensation. And that’s what Captain Vector offers from his perch at LAX in his View from the Tower blog. He sees them come and go and has keenly observed, wry insights on what it takes to keep the pieces moving on a sprawling chessboard that is almost always under construction. Equally interesting is his knowledge of aircraft and airline history and how they reveal themselves in the subtle details the rest of us take for granted. He and SpeedbirdHD have the LAX scene covered from on high and on the ground.

I like big bhuts and I cannot lie


Bhut jolokias
Photo: A.K. Ghosh – Wikimedia Commons
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Spice and heat are two glorious facts of South Indian cooking. It is a good time for those us who like our food hot, hotter, and just right. And I don’t mean temperature. The habanero is readily available in Los Angeles and delivers the goods – an honest, intense burn with little subtlety. Thai chilies aren’t quite as potent but make up for it with more complex flavors. The new crop of jolokias from northeastern India pack a mightier punch than the habanero yet bring much more to the table. Subtlety and peppers aren’t usually uttered together yet it is possible to tell that there is something draping the experience just before the fire hits. I managed to grow a few one lucky summer in 2011 and have been unable to do it since. I never had to mix a lot into a dish to make it memorable.

Lauren Collins’s delightful article in the New Yorker profiles growers whose quest for the hottest chile has become a contact sport. Mary Roach reports on a jolokia eating competition in Assam for Smithsonian Magazine.

Here’s to hoping that bhuts and nagas are soon readily available in supermarkets.