Daren J. Fleming

Music inspires theatrical festival at the District

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By John Lyle Belden

Indianapolis Black Theatre Company presents soulful musical inspiration with the 2026 Indy Black Solo Fest, under way (Jan. 29-Feb. 1) as I write and post this, at the District Theater on Indy’s Mass Ave.

There are six one-hour acts, each written and performed by one person backed by offstage musicians, each with two shows. We saw two on Thursday – the rest we will see on Sunday – so for now, we’ll give a review to give worthy praise and give the flavor of the overall festival.

“Marvin 4 Error” by Reno Moore

Looking into the life and music of the legendary Marvin Gaye Jr., Moore found parallels in his own journey. While not enjoying the same success (yet), he sees similar missteps and notes “the margin for error is too thin.”

His spoken biography of Gaye mixed with confessional memoir is punctuated by some of Marvin’s biggest hits. He admits he doesn’t sing the same (“I don’t think Marvin would want me to”) but does so with passion, conviction, and an invitation for us to clap and sing along. Thus we are entertained, enlightened, and a bit challenged. Reflecting on the song “If This World Were Mine,” he asks: What world would we create?

Note his second performance is 4:15 p.m. today (Jan. 31) as this posts.

“Daring to Dream” by Komoca

Komoca – and Charlaine, the star she portrays – take inspiration from Aretha Franklin. Set around the 1980s, when people wrote actual letters, Charlaine reads fan mail from a girl with big aspirations (and a thick Carolina accent), prompting her to remember her own struggle, and how listening to the music of the Queen of Soul helped her to “find hidden blessings in the storms.”

The engaging reminiscence comes with a half-dozen of Franklin’s hits, delivered with a powerhouse voice that reaches out and grabs you, demanding to be heard. Komoka likely also rocked the house in her second performance Friday night. Watch for her in future productions around the Midwest.

Saturday, Jan. 31, and Sunday, Feb. 1, performances are of:

  • “Black Thread: Songs That Nina Taught Me” by PsyWrn Simone
  • “Songs in the Key of Grenadine!” by Daren J. Fleming as Miss Grenadine Ross
  • “Death of a Church Boy” by Jay Fuqua
  • “Facing It Face to Face with Dollface” by Teresa Reynolds

Big thanks to creative director Josiah Ray McCruiston for coordinating this excellent festival. Kudos also to music director Tarrance Dennie, stage manager Crystal Usher, and to local playwright Andrew Black for his instruction and assistance.

Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.

A hard look at America as its victims depart

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By John Lyle Belden

“Ain’t No Mo’” is likely the most funny yet challenging piece of theatre you will see this year.

Written by Jordan E. Cooper, who led performances on Broadway, and now presented by Indianapolis Black Theater Company at the District Theatre, directed by Jamaal McCray, this satire feels like what would happen if the TV show “In Living Color” came back today with total freedom to say what its African American writers really think.

The central player is Peaches (Daren J. Fleming) a drag queen airline agent for the last flight out in a project to relocate all Blacks in the United States back to Africa – the diaspora in reverse, departing from gate 1619.

However, first we get a rousing “funeral” scene which leans into the now-tattered myth that somehow all racism in America stopped with the 2008 election of Barack Obama. This introduces the company, who take on various roles and are referred to in the program as Passengers: Chandra, Clarissa Todd, Cara Wilson, Avery Elise, and Reno Moore, who in this scene plays the exuberant minister declaring that the word/concept of “‘N!&&a’ is our slave!” After what turns out to be an inoculation of spirited repetition of the word in this bit, you’ll hear it a lot throughout the show.     

This is an intense tour-de-force for all involved, with each actor taking their moments to shine.

Chandra keeps the pathos in a darkly comic scene at a not-really-hidden abortion clinic as with the only options for a Black child being prison or early violent death, terminating pregnancy is a mercy – even if one must wait in a line of millions to get it. Still, if only her murdered husband (Moore) saw it that way…

Todd delivers as one of the women (“B!tch, we all hoes!”) in a recording of “Real Baby Mamas of the Southside.” While they all delight in their gold-digger lifestyle, she takes up more of the attention, especially when she is called out for “living my truth” in a scene that simultaneously skewers reality TV, Black stereotype, cultural appropriation, and playing the victim.

In the most hilarious scene (and most reminiscent of an “ILC” skit), Wilson is an unstoppable delight as the essence of “Black” returning literally from her chains to an absurdly bougie family who insist they replaced their skin tone with “green.”

Elise gives a vicious tug to our heartstrings as a hardened prisoner about to be released so she can take that flight to Africa. Something she had with her when incarcerated is missing.

Between scenes, and at final boarding, we get moments with Peaches with her no-nonsense attitude and compassion that does get tested at times.

The production is supplemented with complementing and contrasting visuals provided by CèAira Waymon, as well as audio breaks of recorded lectures noting how Black culture has been turned in against itself to the delight of White supremacists. 

If something about this show does not bother you, you aren’t paying attention. And yet, you really should see this, at least to help understand if not ease the viral contagion of racial politics that permeates the current atmosphere. (As I write this, there is another news bulletin about attacks on DEI programs.)

“Ain’t No Mo’” has performances through July 6 at the District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.