Broadway's Righteous Demon

Let us pause for a bit of gossip, shall we?

It’s been all over the internet since it happened a week or two ago. I caught up with the news last night on an opera blog, of all places. Broadway star Patti LuPone, performing the climactic “Rose’s Turn” scene in Gypsy, stops the show to confront an audience member who has taken several flash photographs. “Who do you think you are?” she rants repeatedly, before resuming the number as the transgressor is ejected from the theater. (In an ironic twist, the moment was captured for posterity by another audience member concealing a sound recorder.)

Reading the online chatter, it’s fascinating how starkly opinion is split between those who see Patti LuPone as the avenging angel of audience etiquette and those who regard her as an unprofessional bitch. For my part, my sympathies tend to lean toward Ms. LuPone, as I consider the cardinal sin of flash photography in theatrical settings justifiable provocation for the lesser sin of breaking the forth wall.

Also, as a person who works behind the scenes in the performing arts, I have to wonder. If ushers and security are really doing their jobs, shouldn’t a performer be protected from ever having to take such extreme action? I’m going to indulge in my own pet sin of self-righteousness here for a second: Years ago when I spent a summer stint as an usher at an arts festival, we were trained to confiscate cameras on a strict no-tolerance policy. We used to try to outdo one another in our vigilance at nabbing shutterbugs before they became pests.

Finally, what is it with people’s need to generate digital evidence of everything they do? I love my camera as much as anyone, but I have to ask: Do I need my own photo or sound recording of Patti LuPone in full cry in order to prove that yes, I saw her in her much-lauded portrayal of Mama Rose? I can’t help but wonder that with all the media at our fingertips -- the ability to record, replay, and distribute practically anything we are witness to -- we lose the capacity to remember our own experiences and to evoke, unaided, those memories for ourselves and others. Could we put aside the digital devices and rely instead on skills that enable us to notice, listen, observe and later to describe and reflect on the experiences we’ve had? What a concept!

My late mother saw Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire in its original Broadway run 60-some years ago. Years later she could describe to me how Marlon Brando “talked like he had a mouth full of potatoes.” I treasure that connection to theatrical legend far more than I think I could prize a bad flash picture of Brando.

The Creative Making of Barack Obama

In the Inaugural festivities of the past week it has been interesting to note how, from varied corners of the globe -- Africa, the Islamic world, the Pacific rim, not to mention many sub-sectors of our own society -- people are seeing themselves reflected in the identity of our quintessentially American new president. From what I know of Mr. Obama’s biography, here’s what I find most inspiring in the phenomenon of the one-man melting pot who has attained our nation’s highest office: That a person with his variegated pedigree and transient upbringing, who might well have said “There’s nowhere that I belong,” chose instead to live by the conviction “Anywhere I go, I belong.” Obama is, in fact, a paragon of what Liz Lerman calls active belonging. And the “active” in active belonging requires more than mere conviction, as the career that led to the presidency attests. That career is a story of sheer will, pushback against rejection, and the calculated choice to belong and to appear to belong. It is through active belonging that Mr. Obama shaped himself into a masterpiece of self-invention.

At the risk of indulging in the new national pastime of projecting cherished personal values and aspirations onto our shiny new Chief Executive, I’m going to hazard an interpretation. Mr. Obama developed his capacity for active belonging in tandem with three qualities that make his leadership style especially refreshing: He listens, he learns, and he is remarkably free of defensiveness -- indeed the lack of defensiveness is, to my mind, the key to the “No-Drama Obama” mystique.

I won’t belabor the parallels between those leadership qualities and the values of the Critical Response Process. But I think it’s notable that Mr. Obama has explained his desire to hold onto his Blackberry as partly the need to bypass the presidential security bubble so that he can remain open to critique from people beyond his immediate circle of advisors. If he is sincere, it is a very hopeful sign, because now more than ever the Presidency is a work-in-progress. And as we know, a viable work-in-progress requires a good feedback system.

(A note about the photo: The Happy Dragon, above, is one of the characterful denizens of the Dance Exchange's hometown of Takoma Park, where he resides in a side yard just a few blocks from our headquarters. He regularly gets festooned for various holidays, and for the past week he's been sporting the Inaugural regalia shown in the picture, which I snapped on Friday morning.)

Blog Buzz: From Art School to the Jury Box

The Critical Response Process "actually seemed to open up the space for people to feel more empathy for the artist's process and offer opinions that were coming from a more informed place." That's according to blogger Pete Hocking, who reported on the CRP presentations that colleague Peter DiMuro and I made last week at Rhode Island School of Design (RISD). Critique, or "crit" as they call it, is a way of life at RISD, which made the students at this renowned art school a discerning and demanding audience to play to. Check out the post at RISD Public Engagement (including a photo of yours truly doing a crazy hand jive) and watch this space for more reflections on our RISD experience soon.

And this from quite a different domain of practice: Critical Response Process "wouldn’t need much adjusting to make a fine template for jury deliberations." Those are the words of Anne Reed, a trial lawyer and jury consultant in Milwaukee who maintains the blog Deliberations, which focuses on "law, news, and thoughts on juries and jury trials." I won't tell the circuitous story of how she encountered CRP -- you can catch up with that on her post -- but I will mention how tickled I was to have a drawing of mine picked up by her online American Gallery of Juror Art. Anne is clearly a person of with a broad and humane grasp of the legal discipline, and I was delighted to see how CRP caught her interest.