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IndyFringe: Going Solo

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This is part of the annual Indianapolis Theatre Fringe Festival, a/k/a IndyFringe 2026, held Aug. 13-23 in venues around downtown Massachusetts Ave. Information at indyfringe.org.

By John Lyle Belden with Wendy Carson

Reviews of: “Ambiguous,” by Tiffany Michelle Foster; “Before Breakfast,” by Rachel Kelso; “Father Johnny: I Swear to God,” by John Courtney; “Gollum Girl LIVE,” by Amy Yourd; “The Keeper,” by King Richard; “Maniac,” by Todd Sullivan; “The Perfect Rap Show,” by Cecil Creates; “PsyWrn Simone’s Black Thread: Songs that Nina Taught Me,” by PsyWrn Simone; “Then, Eve,” by Billie Jane; “Starship Napademics,” by Kay Hawthorne. 

An essential element of the Fringe experience is the one-person show. Often, it’s a sort of confessional, telling one’s own story or experience in a way that brings us into their uncomfortable shoes. Sometimes it’s about another person or a topic or idea – like a dressed-up TED talk. Whatever is performed, the performer indulges in a very brave act – regardless of the costume, this person is exposed, standing alone, hoping for our understanding. As Shakespeare wrote, “Gently to hear, kindly to judge.”

Ambiguous

While practically no one-person act involves just one person – there are lights and crew, perhaps a co-writer and/or director – we understand that this is essentially all performer Tiffany Michelle Foster. With the help of friends and fellow artists, she presents video scenes on a stageside screen, setting up a situation she has dealt with throughout her life. It’s easy to say she is a “person of color,” but those who meet her can’t help but be curious of the specifics. Her parents and siblings appear to be Black, while she resembles a Latina. Entering her journey of magical realism to answer the question, “What are you?” – and having accidentally squashed the cricket – she gets a sarcastic cockroach as her guide.

In her first costume, she appears as a perfect live-action version of Dora the Explorer, guided by the singing Map through the Forest of Assumption and along the River of Where Are You REALLY From. The journey will take her through a cartoon interlude in which she appears on stage as Betty Boop, and a horror scene with helpful zombies who guide her to becoming the racially/ethnically fluid “Black or White” era Michael Jackson (she admits this was in part to learn how to moonwalk – which she does well).

Tiffany concludes with a few minutes of standup, in which she answers the big question (ambiguously, of course). She reveals that while by genetic percentage she is one racial identity, by her life experience and the laws of her original home state, she is another. (As she tours with this show and could bring it back to Indy, I’ll leave this for you to find out when you see her.)

The bottom line is that “what” Tiffany Michelle Foster is, is human and funny and entertaining, and a joy to see – whatever label fits at the moment.

Before Breakfast

(Review by Wendy Carson)

Mrs. Rowland (Rachel Kelso) is trapped in a now-loveless marriage. Her husband, once a wealthy heir, is now just a drunken sot. She works her fingers to the bone, but he spends his days drinking and regaling his friends with poetry and stories. Her long-suffering plight is laid out for us while she speaks to her husband, who is hungover in the bedroom.

While they were in love at one point and they both risked the wrath of their families to get married, they are now just going through their paces in a mockery of their union. While nobody could have predicted the conflagration of events that led to their current circumstances, he could at least own up to his responsibility to share the burden of working through them rather than just ignoring them wholesale.

While some may feel her tirade comes of as meaningless nagging, there are moments of sincere sorrow that hearken back to her original feelings for the man. She just wants to know that he still feels anything for her. While her tale is a sad one, in the end, her husband finally does show her a little mercy and gives her the second-best outcome she could hope for.

This classic one-act drama by Eugene O’Neill is dark and sorrowful, but does serve to remind us of how harrowing the past was, as well as the trials and tribulations of adulthood.

Father Johnny: I Swear to God

The subtitle of this standup/storytelling/costume act is more a statement than an interjection, as the good Father, presented by John Courtney, does use some mature language and innuendo – and doesn’t mince words about the un-Christlike nature of those in charge of America. While he has kind things to say about our new U.S.-born Pope, there are some aspects of the Catholic Church he’d like to see improved – a global shortage of priests? Let women be ordained!

He gives us video scenes of odd confessions while changing into old Father O’Saughnessy, a kindly Church Lady, and even J.C. himself. His title character also turns out to be an act – while he attended Catholic seminary, he stopped short of the priesthood, finding the Oath of Obedience to be a step too far.

Bearing in mind that standup is always tricky to judge, Courtney’s show is quirky and clever while still feeling rough at points, something a pro like him will no doubt work on. Ever forgiving of the audience, for each line that doesn’t land, he could glibly take up the next to induce some chuckles.

Father Johnny’s blending of the sacred and profane could inspire a few conservative viewers to “arise and walk,” but I think the trinity of Saints Lenny Bruce, George Carlin, and Bill Hicks would bless it.

Gollum Girl LIVE

(Review by Wendy Carson, as posted to Facebook)

Amy Yourd has embarked upon her own personal quest to educate the world on the glorious wonders of the many worlds of J.R.R. Tolkien, the film trilogies of such by Peter Jackson, as well as her love of the true hero of the stories, Gollum.

Growing up different from others, she has always identified with Gollum’s oddities (more of her school mates know her by the nickname of Gollum Girl than her given name). However, she has lived with the nagging fear that at any minute she, like Gollum, would be thrown out of regular society and forced to live in solitude.

Still, she endeavors to find like-minded individuals who might understand her and accept her no matter how odd she seems. Come and witness her story. Find her afterwards and share your own. See her truth and get to know this amazing person who you will surely find some kinship with.

The Keeper

(Review by Wendy Carson)

Come and meet the newest demigod in the modern pantheon, The Keeper (The Keeper of Names being his full title). It is his duty to collect and remember not only the name, but the life story of every person lynched or otherwise killed in a racist act.

Even though he’s been at the job for a mere 10 years, the work is already taking its toll. He knows this is a supreme honor but is frustrated that his own name is lost to himself as well as history. The oath he swore upon taking the role states, “I forget myself, so that I may remember you.”

Witness his story, say their names, forget not that the struggle continues.

Maniac

(Review by Wendy Carson)

Todd Sullivan gives us a unique and interesting take on the motivations and inner workings of a murderer. We are witnessing the trials of a killer and will determine his verdict before the shows end. The first trial is that of Temerity, the second is Veracity, and the third is Rectitude. The trials are quaint and often silly, but they do give us a glimpse of the workings of the accused’s mind.

I must warn those who plan to attend this show that total audience participation will occur. No matter what, at some point you will interact and become part of the narrative. However, the performance I attended, no one seemed to mind even the smallest hint of participation.

Blending actual history, storytelling, clowning, and a bit of magic effects, this show is a rare delight. One that makes you think yet mindlessly enjoy the whimsey of it all. It’s truly a show that could only have been created for a Fringe audience.

The Perfect Rap Show

(Review by Wendy Carson, as posted to Facebook)

Approximately one year ago Cecil wakes up with a groundbreaking idea: “I should quit my job!”

This, added to a seemingly too-good-to-be-true AI assistant, leads him to the vision of taking his music to the next level by live streaming the perfect rap show.

We are here to witness the inception and ultimate performance of this journey as he hones his desires, finds his voice, polishes his marketing and tries to stay true to himself and the music he creates. This is an innovative and enjoyable look inside the creative process for those unfamiliar with it as well as a raw and vulnerable take on the honest struggles of today’s artists.

While some of the language may challenge viewers, I advise you to look past the words and admire the works. This is a must-see for anyone interested in pursuing a music career or just trying to make it online in their own niche.

PsyWrn Simone’s Black Thread: Songs that Nina Taught Me

First premiered during the Indy Black Solo Festival at the end of January, PsyWrn (pronounced “siren,” like one who entices with her singing and can rock your world) weaves her personal story with that of the legendary Nina Simone. Accompanied by Matthew Dupree on an African drum, PsyWrn presents “an appreciation, honoring her spirit,” seeing Nina (the High Priestess of Soul, 1933-2003) as having embodied “the artist as activist.”

In other words, she wasn’t always “Feeling Good.” In fact, Nina is quoted as saying, “first you get depressed, then you get mad.”  

The set includes audio and visual tributes to Nina Simone, including an LED 3-D rendering. PsyWrn also brings her to life in song, from Civil Rights anthems to the uplifting “To Be Young, Gifted and Black.” The Black Thread of the title weaves through those who struggled in decades past and continues in those taking up the call to end injustice today. In delivering this inspiring tribute, today’s Ms. Simone also shows herself capable of being legendary.

Then, Eve

(Review by Wendy Carson)

Billie Jane gives us a novel retelling of the Genesis story that resonates with our current times:

While their main job of naming all the animals seemed wonderful at first, their sheer numbers (there are over 4,000 different beetles alone), eventually made it drudgery. She wants more and can’t understand why her companion is so satisfied with so little.

There is also a lot of confusion within the task at hand. Why are the females of the species so ugly? Why did that bird sit on that white rock? Was the baby bird trapped inside the white rock? Do the rabbits have to constantly do THAT. Should we be doing that? Why did God put a tree here that we aren’t allowed to have anything to do with?

After a while, her companion deserts her so she becomes best friends with Caterpillar. This leads to another batch of questions as her buddy goes about his metamorphosis. She feels that she needs to transform herself but doesn’t know how. She tries talking to God but to no avail. She sets off to visit Lillith but that only makes her feel worse about her situation. Why does paradise feel so much like a prison?

Since she is miserable, she might as well end it all, so she steels herself and goes to the forbidden tree. Picking a fruit, but not yet eating it, she returns to see Butterfly destroyed by a flash of lightning. This seals her fate and she eats of the fruit, gaining the Knowledge of Good and Evil as well as the reality of her true self.

Jane weaves the story line so brilliantly that you are almost blindsided by the novel twist at the end of it all. This was truly a remarkable and thought-provoking look at an age-old tale.

Starship Napademics

Kay Hawthorne has her home in Indianapolis, roots in Africa, and her eyes on the stars. She invites us along on an Afrofuturism journey, embodying two personas. Nessa the stewardess informs us that all within this little theatre are about to embark – be ready for a change of gravity.

Once on our way, we meet her principal self, Napademics, with stories of discovering other worlds through books of science fact and science fiction by Black authors; the music of Sun Ra, Parliament-Funkadelic, and OutKast; and songs of her own she sings for us. The set is hand-made low-tech with high-tech aspirations, like the child who dreams of the Mothership on her way to applying for NASA.

She takes us by Sun Ra’s home of Saturn, and Napademics’ own planet, Mercury, in word and song. She notes that the mostly white scientific community seems to fear Dark Matter, but she doesn’t, adding “you miss so much that you see Black as empty.” However, we have nothing to fear as Nessa will welcome us back to Indy, safe and sound – and a little more funky.

Black Light shines light on Indy history, culture, again

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By John Lyle Belden

Here’s a homework project we can all learn from.

Black Light Training & Development, a program of The District Theatre, presents “The Griot,” a new dramatic work in progress by Celeste Williams, directed by Ronni Watts with Kelly Kel. For the participants, this is an opportunity to develop skills as writers, actors and directors; for the audience, this is also a window into Indianapolis Black history, with a focus on The Indianapolis Recorder.

Founded in the 1890s, The Recorder has been a vital part of what was then and through the 20th century referred to as the “Negro press,” newspapers that served communities of color across the United States, bringing to light the people, stories, and issues mostly ignored by the mainstream (read: white) media. As one line in the play states, to know what was really going on, “this newspaper, and the grapevine, was it!”

To get misbehaving high school students Rosa (Kenyla Bell) and Malcolm (Tyrell) to take history seriously, their teacher gives them a week to make a presentation about the Recorder – something they barely know or care about.

Malcolm remembers it’s something his grandmother “Moms” (Kea Biven-Williams) reads all the time. Noting his interest, she tells how it covered the career of the great Oscar Robinson and his history-making high school title. While her breaking into the Crispus Attucks High “Crazy Song” is a fun audience sing-along, it overwhelms the boy with its hokey-pokey old-fashioned style and he retires to his bed. Meanwhile, in her home and bed, Rosa nods off while Googling the history of The Recorder.  

This is where the spirit world intervenes. Jeli (Destiny Basnight), the essence of The Griot (a traditional African storyteller and history-keeper) brings together the dreamscapes of both youths to meet her and the spirit of George Pheldon Stewart (Terrance Marquis), co-founder of the Recorder.  D’Andrea Brown arrives as “N. Diana Avenue” to enlighten the kids on local history and “Cora S. Pondent” to relate the Recorder’s role in it. Dom Moon appears as the mistress of “Monster Meetings” that brought notable African Americans to speak at the Senate Ave. YMCA, as well as a soldier who wrote to Black papers during World War II to propose the Victory sign become a “Double V” for victory both in the War and on the homefront for civil rights.

Malcolm and Rosa are shaken from their apathy by discovering the rich history in their own city, learning of success stories, like that of Madam C.J. Walker; events like the visit by Martin Luther King Jr., five years before his “Dream” speech; and the horrors of lynchings across Indiana, murdering “young people like us.” In the process, Rosa confronts questions about her own future, while Malcolm feels he must deal with his own troubled past. Appearing at ease on the stage, Bell and Tyrell show their own talent and potential.

The adults acquit themselves well, too. Basnight’s delivery balances charm and culture to stay above caricature. Biven-Williams is endearing as the grandmother. And Marquis entertainingly brings to life the rather dashing photos of Mr. Stewart, presenting a classy no-nonsense newspaperman.

As in past Black Light productions, we get deeper insight into Indiana’s past as well as an opportunity for future cultural icons.

Overall, the 90-minute play gives a good first public showing with great potential. See what we mean and encourage its development by seeing it 7 p.m. tonight (as this posts) or 4 p.m. Sunday, Aug. 30, in the District Blackbox, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. For tickets and information, see indydistricttheatre.org.

Find Black Light Training & Development on Facebook. The Indianapolis Recorder is available in newsprint, online, and provides a weekly email newsletter.

Grand Griot invites you to meet his ‘Folks’

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By John Lyle Belden

To engage in the theatrical journey that is “Folks,” written and performed by Josiah Ray McCruiston, we must understand a single word: Griot.

It comes to us through the linguistic filter of colonialism, indicating a way of life going back centuries in western and central Africa. The role of the griot in society is a rich gumbo of responsibility and privilege, like what you might call a bard, minstrel, mediator, officiant, historian, shaman – and above all, storyteller.

In the past, a Griot would preserve the history of a village or be advisor to a King. (Consider the role of Rafiki in “The Lion King.”) Reflecting his company’s name, Grand Griot Productions, McCruiston appears as a New World version of this calling. The African Diaspora in the U.S. is his village, through which he travels along a spiritual Underground Railroad.

This storyteller carries the wisdom of more than a century, so he has many tales to tell. “Stories are like cooking,” he says, and he’s struggling to get the recipe right. If the telling is acceptable to the spirits of old – the Griots who have gone before – then sacred aspects are unlocked, completing a crest that will open the gate so “we may be free in the soul.”

We hear the subjects of old stories told in new ways, interwoven with familiar songs. The legendary John Henry is celebrated not for how he died, but how he lived, working “against systems.” There is the hunter who was lost, then found by his children. There is a perspective of Brer Rabbit you’ll never hear from Disney. We meet High John, who challenged the Devil. We hear about the world’s most powerful creature – of which there is likely at least one just a few feet from you now. We learn that with the help of the Griot, captive souls remember how to fly.

Fascinating, enlightening, and rich with meaning, these “Folks” tales are a wonder-full experience for all, no matter how many generations you are removed from the continent where humanity started. McCruiston presents it all in the relatable manner of a one-person show, with deep respect for the storytellers’ art and an uncompromising view of history.

Created as part of the Flanner Fringe Lab, in partnership with IF Theatre and the Flanner House Arts Stage Academy, performances of “Folks” are Friday through Sunday, June 26-28, at the Basile Theatre at IF, 719 E. St. Clair, downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org.

IRT: Seeking kin and kinship in Wilson’s ‘Joe Turner’

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By John Lyle Belden

“Joe Turner’s Come and Gone” is a blues song with a terrible history. It is also the title of an August Wilson drama now on stage at the Indiana Repertory Theatre.

This is part of Wilson’s famous “American Century Cycle” of ten plays reflecting the African-American experience – nearly all set in Pittsburgh – each in a different decade of the 20th Century. Director Timothy Douglas is particularly qualified to bring “Joe Turner” to life in Indy, having worked with Wilson decades ago at Yale Repertory Theatre, as well as directing nearly all the cycle over the years, including “Jitney” and “Gem of the Ocean” at IRT.

It is 1911 in the boarding house of Seth Holly (Keith Randolph) and his wife Bertha (Stephanie Berry). Black, yet free their entire lives, they rent rooms to many who come up from the South seeking opportunity and some sort of genuine freedom. Emancipation was at least 46 years earlier, so we mainly meet members of its first generation, dealing with a world failing to keep its hard-won promises to them.

Bynum (DeShawn Harold Mitchell) carries the once-hidden tradition of the “root-man” with his herbal remedies and charms, as well as the power of “binding” through the song he received during an encounter with The Shiny Man. Though Seth is proudly pragmatic, he maintains a surprisingly high tolerance for Bynum’s “heebee-jeebee.”

Jeremy (Jacques Jean-Mary) is a young man with more confidence than sense. A day laborer on highway construction, he’s proficient at the guitar and at flirting with women. He works his charms on young, beautiful Mattie (Kaitlyn Boyer), who initially sought Bynum’s help with her broken heart.

The mysterious and constantly agitated Herald Loomis (Shane Taylor) arrives with young daughter Zonia (Kerah Lily Jackson). With an aggressively desperate attitude, he seeks his wife and Zonia’s mother. Despite his concerns, Seth rents them a room but keeps to himself that the women Harold seeks may be past resident Martha Pentecost (Lilian A. Oben).

Discreet and ladylike Molly (Dane Figueroa Edidi) also takes a room for a while.

Seth makes extra money with his skill at making pots, pans, and other objects from sheet metal. His main customer is the peddler Rutherford Selig (Peter Bisgaier), a White man with a reputation as a “people finder.” Selig’s grandfather and father hunted slaves, but he keeps a good rapport with the Black community, helping those scattered by the post-war diaspora to find one another.

While playing outside, Zonia meets and spends time innocently with neighbor boy Reuben (Christian Makai Lucas).

Revealing the genius of Wilson, the skill of Douglas, and the talent of the cast, while there is not much action, there is a whole lot going on. Smith is mostly bluster with just enough edge as Seth. It should be noted that true to his time, Mr. Holly does use the “N” word quite a bit. It shows a delineation in his mind between Blacks like himself with at least a small amount of property and standing, and the poor and often uneducated individuals he notices in increasing numbers. Still, he is reasonable and in this house his word is law, with subtle deference to his wife.

With maternal wisdom and delicious biscuits, Berry as Bertha manages to keep a civil and even cheerful atmosphere even as a palpable tension grows among the house’s residents. We witness in Boyer’s portrayal of Mattie a steady emergence from naiveté. Jean-Mary gives us a somewhat likeable Jeremy, who seems to insist on growing up the hard way. With Bynum, Mitchell gives what could be seen as an un-serious character (analogous to a hippie in later decades) surprising depth and gravitas. He is a keeper of ancient wisdom that somehow survived the slavery era.

Taylor makes the most of a role that tends to get award nominations. He wears his struggles like Herald Loomis’s ever-present heavy coat and black hat. Eventually, we will come to find the source of the man’s pain, wrapped in the chains of a certain tragic song.

Jackson and Lucas are impressive as well – especially in handling a down-front and center scene that includes a monologue for Reuben. (Alternate young actors are Amor Coleman and Joshua Klaman.)

Also notable is the excellent stage design by Tony Cisek, open and dynamic yet giving the impression of these people’s place in the unadorned foundational structure of the Steel City.  

A perfect outing for Black History Month, “Joe Turner’s Come and Gone” runs through Feb. 22 at the IRT, 140 W. Washington St. in the heart of downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at irtlive.com.

Where a life becomes a legacy: IBTC honors MLK with ‘Mountaintop’

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By John Lyle Belden

I have been to the Lorraine Motel.

The site near downtown Memphis, Tenn., where the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated, is now a monument and museum. Its façade was restored so that it is frozen in time to April 1968. This exterior, accessible to the public even when the museum is closed, has plaques and media to help visitors understand what happened there.

However, to see inside King’s room, you only need travel as far as Mass. Ave. in downtown Indy, for the Indianapolis Black Theater Company production of “The Mountaintop,” written by Katori Hall, directed by company artistic director Tijideen Rowley.

The audio as you take your seats at the main stage of the District Theatre is of King delivering the speech that gives the play its name. He relates the struggle for civil rights as a long historic journey, and famously likens himself to Moses of the Bible who was allowed to view the Promised Land from atop a mountain, knowing he would not go there himself.

Given what would happen the very next day, this rings prophetic, but King knew that the constant death threats, dissatisfaction within his own movement, and even harassment by the FBI would somehow catch up to him. In supporting a strike by Black sanitation workers and speaking out about Vietnam, as well as years of the work for which we honor him now, he was likely one of the most hated men in America. Perhaps, also, he thought he wouldn’t live naturally long enough to see real progress (could he have made it to 2008?).

Daniel A. Martin takes on King like a bespoke suit, shining with intelligence and charisma, but also just a man, troubles on his mind, who could really use a cigarette. He connects with home by the bedside telephone – after checking it for a bug – to hear the voices of his wife and daughter in Atlanta. Soon after, he is visited by a maid, delivering room service.

The beautiful young woman, Camae, is both deferential to the famous “Preacher King” and a bit sassy, which he can’t help liking. Her speech has an almost comical brokenness, peppered with occasional profanity and words that seem out of place. She is so much more than she seems.

Opening night featured a wonderful performance by Dija Renuka as Camae. Due to an unexpected health issue, her role is now played by prepared understudy Clarissa Michelle. (Standing by to understudy King is Bryan Ball.)

Hall, a Memphis native, gave the play rich details for Rowley and the cast to work with, humanizing a man now considered a saint, even by those who would have opposed him in his era. Martin delivers a genuine performance of a man confronting stages of grief for his life and, he fears, his legacy. Through him we see the toll the work has taken and the need for it to continue.

Serious as it all gets, there are moments of welcome humor, including absurd bits that work in context. Just pull out a stage-fake Pall Mall, and relax. Tomorrow, the baton of his race is in your hand.

Performances of “The Mountaintop” are Thursday through Sunday, Sept. 25-28, at the District, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. (Ball plays King on Thursday.) Get info and tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.

IndyFringe: Ain’t But a Few of Us Left

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This was part of the 20th Anniversary Indy Fringe Theatre Festival in August 2025. Review originally posted on our Facebook page.

By Wendy Carson

After we enter the theater, we are all welcomed aboard the train, the conductor can tell we all have our baggage with us, and it looks like someone’s is about to get unpacked very soon.

Thus, it brings us to the story of Faith. We see her eulogizing her mother, who quoted fortune cookies like they were scripture or poetry, and was a beloved teacher to so many in the neighborhood yet felt like a total stranger to her own daughter.

We pause the story for a quick stop as some passengers disembark, they are warned, “Truth is waiting for you on that platform out there. You can’t leave it behind”

We rejoin Faith at her college professor’s office as she is denied an extension to submit her final project. She now has 5 days to submit or lose her scholarship and all hope of graduating. With the project being, “Where do you come from?” and her deceased mother being her only family, she is bereft of ideas.

The conductor, however, knows that Faith has it in her to succeed in the assignment and directs her to her stop.

We must all disembark now, our time here’s at an end and the train’s got a myriad of souls left to heal.

I really enjoyed the creativity of the show. It made me reminiscent of “HadesTown” in its setting. While we never fully resolved her story, I felt like we, and hopefully Faith herself, were shown that she already has all the information she needs to fulfil her project, she just has to relax and remember.

This show was also a Flanner House Stage Academy production.

Mysterious forces at work in ‘Oak’ at Phoenix Theatre

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By John Lyle Belden

During the new Terry Guest drama “Oak” at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Center, you could ask, what’s happening? The simple answer is that children and teenagers routinely disappear near Odella Creek, deep in rural Georgia, and have for generations. The query then follows: How? And why?

To learn the legend, we meet local youngsters Pickle (Jadah Rowan), her little brother Big Man (Joshua Short), and their cousin Suga (Tracy Nakigozi). They each know a version of the two-century-old story of Odella, a slave girl who, not long after giving birth, found an opportunity to escape – alone. It was believed that she drowned in the creek that now bears her name, near the old oak.

The implied question becomes, is this a simple horror story of a disturbed ghost, a vengeful spirit preying on children? Or is this something different – a cryptid, wild animals, or even a human predator? However, the question that we hear, announced over public address systems, is “Do you know where your children are?”

Pickle and Big Man get home after the 7 p.m. curfew, which only adds to the annoyance of their mother, Peaches (Psywrn Simone), who prepares for her shift at Krystal (a Southern burger chain similar to White Castle). The kids must stay at home after dark, at least until “snatching season” ends in July. On the radio, an urgent report states that this time, a white girl has disappeared.

Meanwhile, on the way to her house, Suga sees the glowing red eyes.

This chilling piece of Southern Gothic horror is a National New Play Network Rolling World Premiere. At each stop (this being the second between theatres in Florida and New York), the production takes on a different approach. For the Phoenix, Guest is joined by director Mikael Burke, who also worked on his “Magnolia Ballet” in 2022.

Conjuring the proper spooky atmosphere in a live performance is challenging, so the crew’s contributions are especially vital. The simple yet effective set design by Robert Koharchik, aided by lighting by Laura E. Glover and soundscape by Brian Grimm, put the action “in the round” with seating surrounding the floor of the black-box Basile stage. Aided by fog effects, well-played paranoia, and those “eyes,” the sense is not that we are surrounding the actors but that the setting has surrounded us with them.

Within this story is a memory best told as a fairy tale, “The Princess and the Wolf,” with excellent puppets by props artisan Kristin Renee Boyd.

Suspense grows, tempered with nervous humor – especially in the kids’ encounter with Simone as First Lady Temple, the shotgun-wielding old woman said to be the only survivor of whatever truly happens at Odella Creek.

Rowan, Short, and Nakigozi have not only the youthful look, but also deliver the right touch of childhood wonder, fear, and risk-taking appropriate to their young characters. Even at 16, Pickle still feels that childlike urge to believe what adults say is impossible – how else does she explain this world? With similar hopeful naivete, she and Suga feel that they will be safer if they move away to a big city.

Subtext is dense here, hanging thick as the moss around the stage or the Southern humidity you swear you can feel. The Black experience today and the burden of history are reflected in the horrors of Odella’s experience, the media’s different attitude towards a routine tragedy when inflicted on a white child, and an aspect of Paradise being where the taxis always stop for you. A reference to the Atlanta Ripper of the 1920s (an actual unsolved case) shows the history of public indifference when girls with dark skin vanish. The perils of escape – however it’s defined – are a constant motif.

We will get few answers here, and those received may haunt as much as those left unknown. Dare to find out what waits at the “Oak,” with performances through June 8 at 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.

‘Lockefield’ showing lots of promise

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By John Lyle Belden

We got an early look at a new play, “Lockefield on the Ave,” presented by Black Light Training and Development on March 28-30, 2025, at The District Theatre. The following paragraphs are my response, posted to the PWJW Facebook page to help get the word around during its one-weekend run. Black Light is doing important artistic work with local creatives in contributing to the story of being Black in America, and especially in Indiana.

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This short play by Robert Webster focuses on the Indiana Avenue scene in Indianapolis in the mid-20th century. Percy Davis (Quinton Hayden) has a little bar on the Avenue. It was started by his father Freeman (Gene Tommy Howard) after a moment of good luck, before his fortunes reversed tragically thanks to his former boss – and Klan member – Jack Sucker (Ray Graham). Jack’s bigotry was inherited from his hooded father and Confederate grandfahter, but his son Tom (Clay Mabbitt) doesn’t see things that way and, as an aspiring journalist, goes so far as to attempt to write for the Black-owned Indianapolis Recorder. In what we will realize is a full circle moment, Tom interviews Percy to get an honest perspective on Indianapolis Avenue and the people there.

We get a lot of information on the characters and especially Indy’s Black history, aided by fellow cast members T. J. O’Neil, Sam Hill, and Tamara Taylor. Much of it feels like a sort of staged documentary, but the true story of the Avenue is something we all need to learn or be reminded of, as it has been largely left out of local history.

With tight direction by Eric Washington, this play is like a rough-cut diamond. There is a lot of potential for Webster and Black Light to polish and form with more drama and perhaps a two-act structure to bring together its elements – including plot points like the Davis pocketwatch, publishing the story, and the Sucker family dynamic – into a priceless gem of theatre. What we have so far is like a healthy first course of soul food, making us hungry for more.

Note that to be authentic, the N-word and opinions that thankfully are not so common now are freely expressed, in their proper context. Take comfort that this show ends with a moment of unity.

A big shout-out to Black Light interim artistic director TJ Rowley for giving me and Wendy a sneak-peek at this precious jewel, with our hope of continued success for the company.

‘Four Women’ face horrors with song

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By John Lyle Belden

Oh, “To be Young, Gifted, and Black” – then to have it all be suddenly taken away.

This was the fate of four girls at the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama, when it was bombed by members of the KKK on Sept. 15, 1963. Among the thousands who were compelled by this incident to take action for Civil Rights was the outspoken Black singer and songwriter Nina Simone.

In “Nina Simone: Four Women,” the play by Christina Ham on the mainstage of the Indiana Repertory Theatre, we see the entertainer at her piano on Sept. 16, struggling to channel her rage into a new song – “an anthem,” she insists – to focus the feelings of all who hear it.

In dark imaginings presented in the exceptional stage design by Regina Garcia, Simone (Akili Mi Mali) is just a few steps from the ruined church floor, with charred pews askew and scattered remnants of toys, before the church’s lone surviving stained-glass window. And she is not there alone. Sarah (Jamecia Bennett), a middle-aged woman in housekeeper’s dress and apron, examines the scene. She recognizes Simone and encourages her to sing a hymn rather than an angry tune with objectionable words. Nicely-dressed Sephronia (Ariel Williams) also appears, ratcheting up the tension even more as she, being lighter-skinned, faces disdain from darker-hued folks – though, as she points out, all the Whites outside see is “another Negro.” Eventually, we meet the fourth woman, Sweet Thing (Precious Omigie), a sex worker holding proud to what dignity she can muster.

Director Austene Van said this encounter with the scene and these three archetypes of Black women of the era help Simone to process this change in her life and career, from singer of popular tunes to an activist with her own emotionally charged songs. With some humor, music including many hits from Simone’s repertoire, and frank discussions, we see the struggle from those who had to live it – and arguably still do.

The “fifth” woman is music director Morgan E. Stevenson who accompanies on Simone’s piano as needed.

Ni Mali beautifully brings Simone to life, in looks, bearing and voice. The others get to sing as well; Bennett’s bold rendition of “His Eye is On the Sparrow” had inspired reactions from the opening night audience.

As Simone herself might point out, this is about more than her. The girls who died that Sunday are ever in the characters’ minds – unlike the newspapers of the day, they say the victims’ names. The song that emerges from this event, “Mississippi Goddam,” widens the focus from a single city to the entire American South and includes the murder of Medgar Evers that year.

“Nina Simone: Four Women” runs through March 2 at the IRT, 140 W. Washington St. in the heart of downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at irtlive.com.

IBTC presents: Kurkendaal gets ‘Real’

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By Wendy Carson

This is one of four scheduled shows in the Black Solos Fest presented by Indianapolis Black Theatre Company, a program of The District Theatre. Performance information and tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.

This weekend, Les Kurkendaal brings an expanded version of his much-lauded work, “The Real Black Swann: Confessions of America’s First Drag Queen.” Since I was not able to see the previous stagings, I was excited to get a chance to see this more fleshed-out production and it did not disappoint.

Ever the engaging storyteller, Kurkendaal brings us an endearing tale to delight and educate us on our past and potential future. Told through reminiscences of a fever-dream he experienced during a biopsy on his leg (benign, he reassures us), he gives us the history of William Dorsey Swann, the first documented black drag queen and political activist. He also forces himself to revisit traumatic instances of prejudice he experienced in his life. As his coping method has been to shut himself up in a protective “Glinda Bubble,” Swann’s spirit makes him realize that he can no longer continue to do this.

Kurkendaal has been reworking and refining this show for the past few years, touring it internationally, and I feel that he has truly found his voice in it. The message – that nothing in the world is going to change until we all wake up and join together to support one another, and do whatever we can to fight those who try to oppress and oppose our brethren – is not new, but it’s vital to remember in our current political climate.

Our review of his performance of “Real Black Swann” during the 2022 IndyFringe festival is here. The narrative is largely unchanged, and it is an excellent look at the life of a man born into slavery, yet entering the turn of the 20th century on his own terms – and in a dress. It also reminds us that the gay underground in American cities goes a lot further back than most folks suspect.

As we post this, there is still a performance at 3 p.m. Sunday, Jan. 26, on the main stage of The District Theatre, 627 Mass. Ave., Indianapolis.