
Believe it? Why Not?
BY JAY K. JOHNSON - Journalized rants and ramblings from a fragmented ventriloqual mind. ©Copyright and common sense apply to all the material contained in this blog.

Art Basel
I suppose when you are having too much fun to write about the fun you are having, then you are really having a good time. In Manchester “Il Tempo del Postino” was a work in progress and Matthew Barney’s piece dominated the show and the press (the appearance of naked women usually has that affect). But here in Basel, Barney chose to do a very benign musical presentation. Because of this, the show has become a very viable piece of theatre/performance art. It really does work in energy and pace. Most of the kinks have been ironed out. All this to say that it is not as exciting back stage as it was in Manchester (the absence of naked women usually has that affect).
The fun part comes off stage. Because we have all worked together before, this show has become a family. There is an old Chestnut in showbiz that goes, “We arrived, we worked, we loved, we left.” It speaks to the nature of performing together in a show. You get very close, very fast because there is always a closing night. Feelings for fellow performers seem to concentrate with the run of the show.
The Basel theatre has a lunchroom/cafeteria the next floor down from the dressing rooms, or in Swiss German “Garderobes”. It’s like being in the commissary of the old MGM studio. All the performers would gather there for coffee and snacks before the show. In addition we are all stayed at the same hotel where breakfast was gratis for guests. We all compared notes from the night before as we straggled into the breakfast room for orange juice. It was great to check in with everyone in the morning, share plans and prospects for the day.
Some of the interesting characters in the show are: the auctioneers who are just that, professional auctioneers. They’re all from the South Carolina area, friends and extremely funny “good ole boys (and a couple of girls)” They are a continuous source of laughter. Their southern accent and attitude was an absolute novelty to the Swiss, everyone loved them.
Then there is John and Sarah who are the actors inside costume body puppets for one of the pieces. Both from Britain, John is almost 8 feet tall and Sarah is just under 4 feet tall. John would reach the coffee cups for Sarah and Sarah would tell John what the weather was like on earth.
The “Butterflies” were 8 Asian women opera singers. Some spoke more English than others. One told me that she didn’t realize when we were in Manchester that I was doing the voice she heard. She thought it was a recording. It was a compliment of the highest order for a ventriloquist.
The “musicians” were a rag tag group of guitar players who participated in the musical Barney piece. For this event they played a very small four stringed Greek instrument with a round body. Although I forget the name as soon as they tell me, it is an instrument almost no on plays anymore. They learned to play it for the show.
Then there are the artists. Some stood out in the way they dressed, some by their attitude and some would be over looked entirely in a crowd. Romdan, the artist who designed the costumes, was always “dressed” in character. For two days he wore exactly the same outfit. His hair cut in a 30’s style with a sever a part down the side, a Charlie Chaplin/Adolph Hitler mustache, green sweater vest half buttoned, a coat that was a little to tight to come together in the front, pant legs rolled up to his mid calf , ballet slippers and no socks. He was a “site” in every way my mother ever used the word.
The main way to look like an “Art Basel Artist” is to carry a Macintosh under your arm at all times. Their computers function like medication must hast to be taken every few minutes. They are never far from a place to plug in and recharge and exchange zip drives at a moments notice. I know for sure that the international “Art set” is a Mac. The more successful the artist the newer the Macintosh they possess. Don’t think you can be a poser with a Dell, it’s just not done.
All in all this version of “Il Temp del Postino” was civilized and G rated. These stories will not take the place of the first incarnation for sheer insanity. There is one interesting footnote. In the Art Basel main art exhibition there hangs a 5 x 8 foot picture of me standing behind the magnifying glass. It is a piece of art Philippe Perreno created from Manchester. This image has become the icon for “Il Temp del Postino” and was printed on the back of every Art Basel program. After going to the main Art exhibition in Basel the South Carolina auctioneers said to me in their distinctive accents, “Jaaay, yore a piece of Arrt at that Gallery show.” Indeed that image is for sale to the art conscious public.
I have forgotten exactly how I got involved in this project and with this group of artists, but I am grateful it happened. My artistic soul grows every time I am around them. It is just another example of how blessed I am.
In my next life I think I want to repeat this one.
As you were,
Jay

ART BASEL
Evidently the hottest ticket in the Art world was the one to last nights opening of “Il Tempo del Postino” at the Basel Theartre. It’s no small accomplishment to make a splash this big at the Art Festival of Basel. Art Basel is very prestigious and just a little over whelming. The entire town turns “arty” for the duration. Every possible space is turned into a gallery or installation or performance art space of some kind. There is even a Cathedral next to the theatre that turns into a gothic performance space at night complete with bar service. They push back the pews cover the stain glass of Jesus with a large canvas and bath the entire sanctuary in an “abseinth-green” light. The metal music pulses and animates the bell tower to the beat. For a few days leading up to the Festival opening, we watched a warehouse near the train station turn into a very gothic installation called Volta. In most cases if the actual exhibit lives up to the poster advertising it you have a winner.
Brad Pit was discovered and photographed attending the Festival of Art Basel making arrangements to have the million-dollar painting he purchased here sent to his New Orleans home. But the real story is the number of art-world super stars that are here, the very people Brad Pit is willing to shell out a million to. Unless you are in that world you would not necessarily know them, but they have very dedicated and loyal fans. We have the A list participating in the show.
Speaking of the show, it has really pulled together since its inception two years ago. As with anything it becomes easier to do the second time around than the first. Things have grown and changed for the better and in some cases for the stranger. The Matthew Barney piece, which occupied the entire second act last time with the bull, wrecked car and urinating naked ladies, is gone. Matthew doesn’t repeat concepts. I understand the car was shredded and cut into scrap metal as a performance piece some time after Manchester. I hope he saved the naked ladies. Some of the pieces in “Il Tempo” that needed explanation have now been clarified. A few of the artists have opted to do different pieces, which now need explanation. There are some stunning moments like the Auctioneers, The Butterflies, and the dancing curtain but there are an equal number of “pregnant pauses.” It seems that artists don’t mind a dead stage and an awkward silence, making the audience uncomfortable is sometimes even encouraged. But for the art fans who have come to the show a silence is only extra time to be in the presence of the adored.
The theatre complex is huge. Although our auditorium is only about a thousand seats the fly space is five stories high and the depth of the stage almost equals Radio City Music Hall. I have gotten lost several times on my way to the stage. If it wasn’t such a modern building I could believe there is some masked genius Phantom living in the bowels. There are three other theatres contained in the massive building and I am told that they present more than 700 shows a year between them, which is several a day in some cases. There is even a commissary/restaurant for the crew and staff with a long balcony that overlooks the city below. More about the theatre, more about the Swiss, and more about the show in up coming blogs.
(NOTE: As I logged into my blog to publish I discovered my remote internet was all in Swiss German. I navigated by rote through buttons with unfamiliar words. I feel very uneducated here as everyone here in Basel speaks at least three different languages. There is a computer in the green room of the theatre, but it is a french/dutch keyboard. It is impossible for a semi literate like myself to type on.)
As you were,
Jay
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Hope you can be there. Fort Mitchell, KY at the DrawBridge Inn- Canterbury Hall."But the TSA is there for our safety." Some will say. Bull droppings! Most of the hourly wage earners for the TSA are control freaks that couldn't get a job as a mall security guard. They wouldn't know a real threat if they boarded a plane with a grenade launcher.
However, they certainly are concerned about puppets on a plane and demonstrate no respect for the tools of someone's profession when searching a case.
Whomever said that travel was glamorous said so before the TSA.
Have a good weekend.
As you were,
Jay
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In the picture all three ventriloquists are operating their puppets and, at the point this picture was taken, I am clearly answering a question with Bob. At no time did I ever take my hands off Bob's control stick but it looks as though my right hand is resting his shoulder.


In response to a recent email from the famed television director with whom I share a first name, a new weekend feature "Jaysons Believe it Why Not?" will alternate with Medium Rare's Astological Projections on Saturdays here at "The World is a Stage". The first installment of this new feature will begin this weekend.
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