Tesla Protest Redux

Last Saturday the weekly Tesla showroom protest on Van Ness Avenue at O'Farrell spread out into the center median between bus lanes...

...complete with homemade signage...

...a brilliant drummer that kept the troops charged up...

...and a fierce determination.

This struggle against fascism in the United States is going to be a long one...

...and one of the few pressure points that seem to be working worldwide are the Tesla protests and boycotts.

The actions of the ICE Gestapo were being recognized in the person of Kilmar Abrego Garcia...

...who was wrongly kidnapped by the U.S. government and thrown into the hellish prisons of El Salvador rather like Edmond Dantès in The Count of Monte Cristo.

The people responsible are truly evil.

Meanwhile, all of us get to deal with the peripheral effects of lunatics destroying the economy of the world while welcoming old plagues into the general population.

This is going to be a long haul but it's important to fight it in every way possible.

Frankenstein at SF Ballet

Late to the party again, I finally saw the San Francisco Ballet production of the full-length, story ballet version of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein last Saturday evening. Created in 2016-17 by British choreographer Liam Scarlett as a co-production of London's Royal Ballet and the San Francisco Ballet, it's an ambitious, colorful, striking work. Scarlett was a principal dancer at the Royal Ballet before retiring in his mid-twenties to become a full-time choreographer. Frankenstein was his first full-length ballet which was an immediate, popular hit with audiences but left a lot of critics kvetching. (Click here for the late Alan Ulrich's review of the SF premiere.)

Scarlett proceeded to create ballets all over the world for the next four years until accusations of "sexual impropriety" involving male dancers surfaced in 2019. The British tabloids were at their worst and implied that he'd been molesting minors, which turned out to be bunkum. The succeeding, years-long investigation cleared him of all charges, but it was too late. Scarlett resigned his position with the Royal Ballet and companies around the world dropped his ballets from their repertories. With his career over, and after a year of hiding away during the COVID pandemic, Scarlett hung himself in his own flat, dying at the age of 35. Tamara Rojo, SF Ballet's Director who was in charge of the English National Ballet at the time, was quoted in Dance Australia: "The world is a much darker, uglier, nastier place without you [Liam] in it."

In the Ulrich review, he noted that "Scarlett has said how eager he was for San Francisco Ballet to have the piece because of dancers Joseph Walsh and Frances Chung." Eight years after the premiere, the two dancers reprised their roles as Victor Frankenstein and his doomed fiance Elizabeth Valenza, and it was an absolute treat seeing this dynamic duo from the original cast dancing on Saturday night. (All production photos are by Lindsey Rallo.)

Before his suicide, Scarlett left a bequest naming five "trustees" to oversee his legacy, including Joseph Walsh and his wife Lauren Strongin, a recently retired soloist at the SF Ballet who danced in a number of Scarlett ballets. So on top of performing Victor Frankenstein, Walsh along with Strongin have been staging the four different casts that have been performing Frankenstein earlier this year and in the final "encore" week to end the season. Walsh is one of my favorite dancers, with an ability to go from utter stillness to fluid motion without any visible transition, a skill that reminds me of Buster Keaton at times. (Click here for an interesting interview with Walsh and how crazy it has been trying to be both dancer and stager at the same time.)

The original production by John Macfarlane is both spectacular and stark, with the medical students anatomy theater looking like something out of the recent film Poor Things. The ensemble dance with students waving around body parts was a bit bizarre, but it effectively takes the audience from the opening scenes of genteel Swiss aristocracy into the realm of horror. The reanimation of The Creature at the end of Act One was a genuine coup de theatre and it packed a jolt.

This is the third time Wei Wang has been in this production as The Creature and he owns the role. Creepy, alluring, pathetic, and frightening all manage to come across in his performance, and the scene where he accidentally kills the 7-year-old William Frankenstein is the most powerful in the ballet. On Saturday night, William was danced by the extraordinarily precocious Bode Jay Nanola, who was amazing.

The huge musical score is by New York composer Lowell Liebermann, whose music I had never heard before. His template seemed to be the late ballets of Prokofiev (Romeo and Juliet, Cinderella), and though Liebermann doesn't have the melodic and rhythmic genius of Prokofiev (few composers do), the score was colorful, attuned to the action, and eminently serviceable. My hope is that Ms. Rojo brings back more of Liam Scarlett's ballets, some of which he created for the San Francisco Ballet, especially since the company already has two official "stagers" in Lauren Strongin and Joseph Walsh.

May Day Protest in SF Civic Center

Various protest rallies and marches took place in San Francisco on May Day, and I walked to the one scheduled for 4PM in Civic Center Plaza, which was to be followed by a march down Market Street. There were lots of plainclothes police parked around the neighborhood but overall the law enforcement presence was deliberately low-key with no street closures in front of City Hall.

Upside down American flags of distress were omnipresent.

Various labor union groups were also represented although they were overshadowed by strident speakers ranting on a portable speaker system.

Some of the signage was profane...

...and delightfully homemade.

Of all the current protests in San Francisco against the oncoming of fascism, the weekly gatherings from 12 to 2 on Van Ness in front of the Tesla showroom are the most fun.

They even have free red, white and blue popsicles.

My favorite sight was on an adjoining lawn where a quartet were practicing a dance routine...

...in front of a sign reading "BE FABULOUS / BAN FASCISM".

San Francisco Rites of Spring

The rites of spring in San Francisco were in full flower on Sunday, starting with the annual Cherry Blossom Parade from Civic Center to Japantown.

Japanese-American firemen were representing...

...along with San Francisco County Sheriffs.

There were taiko drummers on a float...

...and junior drummers on the street...

...along with a gaudy collection of cars.

There weren't as many participants as usual this year...

...possibly because they instead attended the annual Easter Party in Dolores Park hosted by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

Everybody else in San Francisco seemed to be there on Sunday afternoon.

This is the celebration that begins with an Easter Bonnet Contest and ends with a Foxy Mary and Hunky Jesus Contest

Former winner Rockstar Jesus was accompanied by Bong Hit Jesus who was channeling San Francisco's annual 4/20 celebration, which happened to fall on Easter Sunday this year.

I met up with my friend Grant Wilson who hadn't attended a Sisters Easter in 30 years, back when the event was held in tiny Collingwood Park in the Castro neighborhood.

It has grown a bit larger since then.

Northern Lights at SF Contemporary Music Players

Eric Dudley is a composer, conductor, vocalist, pianist, and for the last seven years the Artistic Director of the San Francisco Contemporary Music Players. Last Saturday at the top-floor Taube Auditorium in the Veterans Building he presented a program of modern Scandinavian music in music that he obviously loved.

The first work was Swedish composer Jesper Nordin's 2008 Surfaces scintillantes. I couldn't make heads or tails out of the ten-minute work for seven musicians, but the succession of sounds was interesting.

A slightly larger ensemble arrived for Finnish composer Kaija Saariaho's 1985 Lichtbogen for nine instruments and electronics, depicting the Northern Lights in sound. In an interesting appreciation at a defunct blog called Articulate Silences, tacet writes: "Although Saariaho would later explore even more mysterious sound-worlds in her larger scale orchestral works, Lichtbogen conjures a stunning array of iridescent, tactile textures with a relatively limited sound palette. The seductive mystique common to all of Saariaho’s music is ever-present throughout Lichtbogen: this music is dream-like and ephemeral, a spectral web of sound that is as evocative as it is elusive...Saariaho’s orchestration, as well as her subtle use of live electronics, perpetually blurs the lines between the individual instruments of the ensemble until they appear to melt into a single entity; independent voices are subsumed into the unified musical texture, coalescing into a sparkling cloud of sound."

After intermission, there was a commissioned piece by Swedish composer Mika Pelo, Working From a Postcard. He teaches up the road at UC Davis so was able to attend his own world premiere.

The ensemble was more or less the same as that of Saariaho and the work was a "remembering" of that 1980s classic while morphing into its own distinctive style.

The largest instrumental group, including bassoonist Jamael Smith above, assembled for the final piece, Finnish composer Magnus Lindberg's 2007 Jubilees.

It started out as a short birthday piano piece for Pierre Boulez's birthday in London in 2000, and then became a suite of six short movements in 2002, and Lindberg finally orchestrated it in 2007. My concert companion James Parr was in raptures at the end. "That music is so rich!"

The organization is to be congratulated for presenting such a challenging, interesting program. And even more congratulations are due Kevin Rogers, whose usual gig is as violinist for the brilliant Friction Quartet. It seems there was a last-minute cancellation by the viola player who was to perform in three of the works, so Kevin jumped from his violin chair in Surfaces scintillantes to the viola chair for the rest of the concert, which is some kind of genius versatility. The SF Contemporary Music Players have another concert scheduled for May 10 at the Brava Theater in the Mission, which is featuring contemporary Latin composers, and the Friction Quartet will start things off with a PRELUDE concert of Paul Mortilla's Paradiso: Rivers of Light. Click here for tickets.

Music of the Americas at the SF Symphony

The 68-year-old conductor Marin Alsop finally made her San Francisco Symphony debut on a subscription program last week that was dedicated to music from the Americas, North and South. It seemed a strange oversight that it took so long for Alsop to be invited to lead the orchestra, especially since she helmed the Cabrillo Music Festival in Santa Cruz for 25 years and has recently been conducting prestigious orchestras in Europe. (All concert photos except the one below are by Brandon Patoc.)

The opener was a lively 2018 piece called Antrópolis by Mexican composer Gabriela Ortiz channeling the music of dance halls in Mexico City, punctuated by long solos for the timpani. It was ten minutes of fun, and a more auténtico version of Copland's El Salon Mexico. (Photo by Michael Strickland of the wonderful Associate Concertmaster Wyatt Underhill shaking hands with Marin Alsop.)

This was followed by the Venezuelan pianist Gabriela Montero playing her own 2016 Piano Concerto No. 1, Latin. Montero's pianism and charisma were a constant delight through the 3-movement, 30-minute piece, but the longer first two movements meandered between the moody and the highly rhythmic. The concerto didn't quite cohere for me until the short final movement whose dance music sounded like it could be appended to Antrópolis.

My concert companion, Chris Enquist, was a serious fan-boy at age 74 of Montero and had become entranced by her piano improvisations based on suggestions from audience numbers. Impromptu musical improvisation was a staple of 19th century pianist-composers such as Mozart, Beethoven and Liszt, while in the 20th century it has become the bedrock province of jazz. In an interesting profile of Montero in the program book, she talks about undergoing a neurological exam at Johns Hopkins: "What they found was really amazing. When I improvise, what I call 'getting out of the way' means that a different part of my brain is activated--one which doesn't really have anything to do with music. My visual cortex goes crazy, and that's what I improvise with. It kind of explains something: when I was a little girl, I would say to my father 'I have two brains.' "

For Friday night's encore, after asking for a tune to improvise on, a pitch-perfect soprano voice from a nearby balcony sang the first few bars of Unchained Melody. Montero didn't recognize the tune so she asked for a few more bars which the gorgeous sounding voice provided, and then the pianist turned to the audience and asked if we knew the song. There was general assent since everybody had seen Patrick Swayze at the potter's wheel with Demi Moore in Ghost, so Montero picked out the tune and spun out a fascinating five minutes of variations. My concert companion Chris stood up at the end and shouted, "YOU ARE AMAZING!"

After intermission, it became apparent this concert could have been called Time For Timpani as easily as Music of the Americas. Both Ortiz and Montero used the instrument extensively, as did the second half of the program. It opened with Copland's 1943 Fanfare for the Common Man and Joan Tower's 1986 feminist response, Fanfare for the Uncommon Woman No. 1 (the first of a set of six), which was dedicated to Marin Alsop. Both scores use only brass and percussion, with timpanist Edward Stephan above getting quite a workout.

The final work was Samuel Barber's 1936 Symphony No. 1 which coincidentally began with a soft introduction on the timpani. It's an exuberant, young composer's piece, and Alsop did a great job with it. Incidentally, I realized afterwards that all the works on the program were written by either women or gay men, and the concert was conducted by a lesbian. The fact that this was not mentioned anywhere in the marketing or program notes was odd, either a step forward where it wasn't worthy of special mention, or a step backward where we just don't talk about that kind of stuff in this political climate. In any case, let me leave you with Ms. Alsop's quote when she was asked by the The Times about the 2022 movie Tár: "So many superficial aspects of Tár seemed to align with my own personal life. But once I saw it I was no longer concerned, I was offended: I was offended as a woman, I was offended as a conductor, I was offended as a lesbian.”