Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Barbary Coast and Beyond



San Francisco's fervent fetishization of the city's historical past, which is barely more than 150 years old, has always seemed strange. Maybe it is in reaction to the ahistorical attitude of the rest of California and the Western United States, which are mostly a collection of suburbs, freeways and shopping centers.



As part of the San Francisco Symphony's centenary year, the organization presented a concert this weekend called Barbary Coast and Beyond: Music from the Gold Rush to the Panama-Pacific Exposition, which turned out to be a mixture of musical concert, historical lecture, and slide show in an attempt to evoke another time.



The show was well written by J.D. McClatchy, well staged by James Robinson, and well narrated by Beach Blanket Babylon diva Val Diamond. Guest artists included Vadim Gluzman playing Wieniawski, Bull and Kreisler along with soprano Laura Claycomb above singing a Delibes' ditty, Les Filles de Cadix, an aria from Bellini's La Sonnambula, and Caro nome from Rigoletto. Though she didn't sound as perfect as last time I heard her at the San Francisco Opera singing Zerbinetta in Ariadne auf Naxos, she was still great to see.



Pianist Anton Nel above played Gottschalk, while Caroline McCaskey below played Offenbach on the musical saw.



From the evidence, Old San Francisco was a place with more money than sense, which would go bonkers for any world famous virtuoso or infamous female stage performer. Las Vegas would probably be the most contemporary equivalent. The evening made me realize that I had absolutely no nostalgic longing for that time over the present. Even though there are way too many people here now, we also have penicillin and better music.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Future's Past in Hayes Valley



A new Burning Man sculptural installation called Future's Past arrived at Patricia's Green at Hayes and Octavia on Thursday evening.



There was a Black Rock Arts Foundation party to celebrate the installation that included music from the four cellists above.



The 24-foot metal sculpture by the New York based Kate Raudenbush first appeared at the Burning Man Festival in 2010, and supposedly "tells a story of civilization being reclaimed by nature."



You can walk inside the temple...



...where there is a mirror in the center...



...reflecting the lighting coil on the roof...



...and the beautiful metal latticework that makes everyone, even Paul Romito above, look mysterious.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Charlotte and George Schultz's Carriage Entrance



Fairy tale horses appeared next to the San Francisco Opera House late Thursday afternoon, and they had nothing to do with a performance inside.



They were there to transport Charlotte and George Schultz, San Francisco's ancient "power couple," to the carriage entrance of the opera house, where the adjoining horseshoe drive was being renamed for them in a public ceremony.



Mayor Ed Lee above gave a speech, and as usual he looked and sounded like a miscast extra player, particularly with former Mayor Willie Brown, Jr. and Stephen D. Bechtel, Jr behind him.



Brown was the emcee of the event, and he made sure to call out notables in the small crowd, including Supervisor Mar, Police Chief Suhr, and Sheriff Hennessey.



The latter name confused me completely before I realized he was referring to Vicky Hennessy, appointed recently by Lee after he ousted the newly elected Sheriff Mirkarimi, not to the previous Sheriff, Mike Hennessey with the extra "e."



A newly installed plaque was unveiled on the side of the San Francisco Opera House...



...while a military band played a congratulatory ditty.



The 78-year-old Charlotte Smith Mailliard Swig Shultz above, Chief of Protocol for San Francisco, the State of California, and possibly the rest of the world, started with a few awkward jokes. "They'd never name a street for Willie Brown or me where we come from in Texas. That's because there's only one street in each of our hometowns, and they're both already called Main Street." Charlotte came to San Francisco after studying fashion design in Arkansas, and married John Ward Mailliard III. After his death in 1986, she married Fairmont hotel owner Mel Swig, and after his death five years later, she married George Schultz in 1997, growing progressively wealthier with each sad passing.



The 91-year-old Schultz above has had a remarkable career in the realms of money and power, jumping between economics academia, appointed government positions, and a stint with Bechtel engineering. Stephen Bechtel, Jr., seated above, was celebrating his 87th birthday at the ceremony, and had donated much of the money for the plaque.



Schultz was Secretary of State under Reagan for two administrations, and he started his remarks with a shout-out to Ronnie, "As the President said to me, in a nonpartisan way, politics is not a spectator sport." Schultz's career is a mixed bag of successes and abject failures. On the plus side, he forced unions in Philadelphia to finally racially integrate, and helped nurture the Reagan-Gorbachev detente which hastened the end of the Cold War. On the other hand, he was also directly responsible for creating and guiding the George W. Bush administration through its bloody follies, and for that disaster there really is no excuse.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

I Snubbed Andy Warhol



"Why do they call this a sculpture garden when there is virtually no greenery or nature at all?" Patrick Vaz wanted to know when we visited the fifth floor of SFMOMA on Monday.



"And why does this Marsden Hartley painting of a lily not have any green in it?" he asked semi-indignantly when we sauntered through the second floor permanent collection.



Color came back into our lives in the 20th century Latin American room where there was a 1930 painting called Sleeping (The Family) by Orozco, my favorite among the great Mexican muralists.



Nearby was the lovely, epicene Composition from 1952 by Manuel Rodriguez Lozano.



Patrick had to return to work from his lunch hour so we sped through the galleries but were stopped short by a temporary wall telling us to go no further. While Patrick pondered the signage, Andy Warhol seemingly pondered him.