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IBTC: A dark path, even for ‘royalty’

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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.

“We came from Pyramids, to Plantations, to Projects, to Penitentiaries.” This is the journey of the African people that writer/performer Tasha Jones presents to us in her performance, “Daughter of the King.”

The story begins with herself, at seven, learning that family is more than genetics. Her stepfather, known to everyone as “The King,” brings her to the door of her recently-paroled biological father (known in prison as “The Gorilla”). The stepfather tells him that she refuses to listen to anything he says, “because he’s not her REAL father.” Her biological father’s words impart to her his wisdom and understanding of what parenting truly means: “He knows the size of your shoes, and I know how much I have to pay to you each week.” Thus begins her new life as the daughter of The King.

After hearing his stories of the past, and encouraged to research her own history as well as that of her race, she sees the sorrowful path her people have been forced upon. Using poetry as a framework for storytelling, she gives us glimpses into the lives of various characters, both real and imagined, to highlight her narrative.

While there is beauty and grace within each tale, the gritty darkness is always present. We see the justification in refusal to seek medical treatment, the paths of addiction, and the ramifications of societal views of gender and race. We also bear witness to the degradation of lynchings not only through a short list of some of the known names, but with paintings and photographs as well.

As horrific as all of this is, I must mention that the frank discussion of rape and incest, which proves to be from an actual experience, is the most haunting portion of the show. Consider this your trigger warning.

Even with the weight of the subject matter, the show is a true delight to behold. Jones is a consummate entertainer and brings her characters to life deftly.  Director Dr. Leondra Radford has worked to keep the narrative as smooth as possible so that we can concentrate on what really matters. Komoyaka King’s accompanying drumbeats add to the style and sensation of the journey.

Also, the show is timed with a short period at the end for questions and comments, which I feel is quite perceptive given the storyline.

As this posts, there is little time to catch this on the main stage of the District Theatre, 327 Mass. Ave., Indianapolis. However, there are two performances on Sunday, Jan. 26.

Anguish of atrocity honored in Gregory Hancock program

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By John Lyle Belden

Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre presented another brilliant example of its ability to tell a story and evoke feeling through movement with its “Autumn Nights” program.

“Art should be challenging,” founder and director Gregory Glade Hancock says. This is certainly brought to bear in the debut of his important work, “Beyond These Gates the Land Groans.” These words were written on a wall of the Police Prison Camp at Salaspils, Latvia, operated by Nazi Germany as a labor and concentration camp from October 1941 until the Soviets closed it at war’s end in 1945. Though not as infamous as larger facilities, it was just as cruel, leading to the deaths of thousands of people (many of them, children) from disease, starvation and other mistreatment.

In 1967, a Memorial was built to remember those who were lost there, which included a number of sculptures whose brutal appearance reflected their suffering. Hancock saw these on a recent visit to Latvia and said he was instantly inspired to compose this piece.

The resulting performance literally stunned us. The movement portrayed the grace of humanity but no further beauty. Dancers worked in open space against the constant tension of being in a restrained, hopeless place. They appear as representation of the memorial statues, in the same poses, and move to express their struggle and sorrow. They come forward, challenging us to see them, hear their silenced cries. The stark vision extends to the costumes (also by Hancock), plain prisoner uniforms hanging loose upon starved bodies, as well as there being no music, just the ongoing rhythm of a recorded human heartbeat. At a moment of desperate necessity, there is the wail of a violin. At the end, as we had been cautioned before the show, few felt like applauding – some in the audience briefly clapped out of respect for the artists; the rest of us, intensely moved, honored it with silence.

Dancers were the principal GHDT company – Sophie Jones, assistant director Abigail Lessaris, Thomas Mason, Cordelia Newton, Josie Moody, Olivia Payton, and Audrey Springer – with GH Academy students Arden Brothers and Hazel Moore.

The program also had lighter and otherwise entertaining works. It opened with “The Visit,” a 1992 Hancock dance with Eastern European influences, appropriate to the Halloween season. Mason enters the center spotlight and summons the others in a bewitching circle of celebration and magick. The “sisters” include Lessaris, Moody, Payton, Springer, and provide a lovely introduction of new dancers Jones and Newton – the latter getting a brief solo. Student Penelope Lomax also makes an appearance.

Hancock also revived a fun 2008 piece, “The Seven Deadly Sins.” All listed above, as well as students Abigail Arboleda, Fiadh Flynn, Morgan Rice, Josephine Steinmetz, Charlotte Terzino, and Brittney Zhang, take turns in various numbers embodying Pride, Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, and, of course, Lust. In the end, Terzino reappears as Virtue to set the moral order right.

The “Autumn Nights” came and went – last Friday evening and Saturday afternoon – at The Tarkington of the Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. Upcoming events will be nearby on The Florence stage at Gregory Hancock’s office and Academy, 329 Gradle Drive:

 “Melange” returns with three artists of different disciplines combining their talents in a single improvised theme. On Nov. 16-17, visual artist Kevin James Wilson, vocalist Tessa Gibbons, and GHDT’s Josie Moody will create a masterpiece within the same space.

“WinterFest,” a celebration of different year-end holidays, will be at the Florence on December 6-8 and 13-15.

For information on these and performances in 2025, visit GregoryHancockDanceTheatre.org.

Andersen’s own duckling-to-swan story in new musical

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By John Lyle Belden

The life of Danish author Hans Christian Andersen was quite extraordinary, resembling a novel – or perhaps, a fairy tale.

Indy Bard Fest presents “Andersen: A Fairy Tale Life,” a new musical written and directed by June McCarty Clair (with music by Derek Hakes and lyrics by John C. Clair), based on the true events of the tale-spinner’s life.

We first follow Andersen as a boy (played by Preston Blair) in the small town (at the time) of Odense on Denmark’s island of Funen – far enough from Copenhagen for it to be considered boring but close enough for royalty to visit for a quiet vacation. Raised on literature by his father (before he died) and folk tales by his illiterate mother (Lisa Anderson), the lad would sing and recite for coins on the street.

Having a good voice and endless ambition, as a teen (Grant Craig) he makes his way to Copenhagen hoping to be a performer as well as a writer. Nearly penniless, he finds his way to Jonas Collin (Mac Williams), who takes him in, and with famous voice teacher Siboni (Thom Brown), scientist H.C. Orsted (Duane Leatherman), and, reluctantly, Jonas’s son Edvard (J.B. Scoble) undergo a grand experiment to see if a low-born person with potential can bloom into a celebrated genius. Struggling at first, Andersen is sent to study under cruel schoolmaster Simon Meisling (Matthew Socey) to improve his grammar. Instead, he writes a poem which somehow makes its way into print.

This first act not only gives us an interesting biography but also provides a showcase for the talents of Blair and Craig, who get their own songs and fully realized scenes – not just used as younger faces to get to the man we know. With Craig’s charm and vocal chops, he easily portrays the star potential of the confident young Dane.

The second act brings on Andersen as a young adult, in which Matt Anderson channels his charisma into a man who came across as gangly, awkward, and eccentric, yet somehow enchanting. In these years success came easily, but happiness and a sense of belonging elude him. People love his stories, but what about the man?

This play includes references to a number of Andersen’s tales, with one even acted out by children. The songs serve the plot well – such as “Another Door,” as young Christian deals with rejection as he pursues his destiny. The second-act song “Fairy Tale Life” has showstopper potential.

Other notable performances include Rachelle Woolston as Mette the Fortune Teller, Sara Tewes as a famous ballerina, Erika Koepfer as Louise Collin, Nan Macy in brash-woman roles as usual, and Greta Shambarger as the one kindly person who doesn’t slam the door in Andersen’s face. They are joined by Beth Gibson, Derek Hakes, Emelyn Woolston, Owen Flint, Andy Burnett, Mel Burnett, Lucy Isles (Little Match Girl), Jacob Meneghini (Ugly Duckling), and Thom Johnson (Mayor of Odense).    

“Andersen: A Fairy Tale Life” is an entertaining examination of a true rags to riches story, a testament to overcoming one’s disadvantages with persistence. We get glimpses into both the author’s humor and his melancholy that informed his often-tragic writings. Ever feeling the outsider, he still lived a full and, eventually, celebrated life. The story doesn’t delve into current scholars’ controversial speculation of his sexuality, yet does portray the loneliness we know he felt.

Remaining performances are Friday through Sunday at Shelton Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis (southwest corner of Butler University campus). For information, see indybardfest.com, or find tickets here.

Footlite hosts incredible ‘Cabaret’

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By John Lyle Belden

Theatre so often holds up a mirror to the current mood, so we find ourselves with a new production of the Tony and Oscar-winning sensation, John Kander and Fred Ebb’s musical “Cabaret” at Footlite Musicals, directed by Isaac Becker-Chamberlin.

In 1930s Berlin, many deal with the growing social and political tensions with hedonistic pursuits. Welcome – “wilkommen” – to the Kit Kat Club, where a living cypher of an Emcee (Lucy Fields) has a story to show you. “Leave your troubles outside!” These characters will have plenty of their own.

American writer Cliff Bradshaw (Derek Savick-Hesser) encounters a friendly local, Ernst Ludwig (Bobby Haley) who sends him to a friendly boarding house run by Fraulein Schneider (Marie Beason) and to the very friendly Kit Kat, where he encounters English singer Sally Bowles (Addison Koehler). We also meet Fraulein Kost (Emily Gaddy), a young woman seemingly “related” to half the German navy; as well as older gentleman Herr Schultz (Len Mozzi), who runs a fruit stand and is sweet on Schneider.

The club’s “Beautiful!” dancers are played by Tajeyon Bohannon (Victor), Logan Laflin (Hans), Halle Massingale (Frenchie), Amy Matters (Fritzie), Nicole Sherlock (Rosie), Louis Soria (Bobby), Nate Taillon (Herman), Linda Thomson (Texas), Katie Van Den Heuvel (LuLu), and Kennedy Wilson (Helga).

The familiar story plays out of people in a city distracting itself from the oncoming madness, finding everyday pursuits – love, family, marriage, and making a little money – all becoming tainted by this atmosphere. The songs advance the plot as well as entertain, from fun numbers like “Don’t Tell Mama” and “Two Ladies” to the defiant melancholy of the title song.

You’ve seen it before, perhaps, but not like this. Diverse casting, including plus-sizes, makes this Berlin dive look a bit more authentic, but still loaded with talent.

Koehler is amazing, playing Sally as a gritty survivor, always one step ahead of any sense of failure, thus never wanting the party to stop. Beason and Mozzi are so adorable, you really do want to see Schneider and Schultz together. Haley keeps Ernst so darn likable – until he’s not. Savick-Hesser is a charming audience proxy, our emissary to this very foreign world. His Cliff is an interesting soul, sorting out his feelings for men, and Sally, while both savoring Europe and missing Pennsylvania.

Key to the unique nature of this “Cabaret” is Fields’ outstanding performance as the Emcee. Being a trans woman allows her to present a perplexingly androgynous character. Essential to the role is the notion that this person is in charge, ever crafting expectations and pulling the strings on the narrative you are meant to see. Absolute control over their look and presentation, coupled with the clown jester’s license to confront you with dark truth while wearing a big smile, as well as being a near-constant presence, helps Fields emphasize that what they show you is important. In the end, after all, it’s life and death.

Choreography is by Conner Becker-Chamberlain and Emily Theurer. Wild and appropriate costumes designed by Marina Turner. Stage manager is Jeremy Crouch. And the “Beautiful!” orchestra is led by Kristin Cutler.

Come to the “Cabaret” through Oct. 6 at Hedback Theater, 1847 N. Alabama, downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets and info at footlite.org.

4th Wall takes on Hugo classic

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By John Lyle Belden

The great irony of “The Grotesque of Notre Dame,” a new drama by Josh Gibson presented by 4th Wall Players, is that the story looks unfamiliar because – contrary to various filmed and staged versions – the plot more closely follows the 1831 Victor Hugo novel, “Notre-Dame de Paris.”

We still get our Hunchback, but while Quasimodo (Sarah Kinsey) is a major character, the story centers on the beautiful Roma dancer Esmeralda (Shannon Clancy). Gibson steps in as, naturally, the poet and playwright Pierre Gringiore, who follows the woman to have her be his muse – but through an odd set of circumstances she becomes his “wife.” Meanwhile, she falls for Captain Phoebus (Dustin Jones), who saves her from abduction by Quasimodo and Pierrat Torterue (Ben Elliott) on the orders of Archdeacon Dom Claude Frollo (Lot Turner), who is obsessed with her.

By this point, we have also met Fleur De Lys (Emma Howard), the noblewoman engaged to Phoebus, and her mysterious cousin Columbe (Katherine Novick). Among the street people are the mentally damaged Mother Gudule (Katherine Gibson) as well as a band of thieves (Isabel Moore, Tyler Gibson, and Kelli Gibson) under the command of Jehan (Omar Jurdi), the drunken King of the Court of Miracles, as well as Don Frollo’s brother. Accompanying Esmerelda is her clever goat, Djali (puppeted and portrayed by Taylor Shelton).

Aside from the torturous intrigues with Esmeralda, this adaptation dwells on the aspect that unlike the misunderstandings in Hugo’s story, the aspects of magic and sorcery are more real. This includes the dark spells in Frollo’s chambers, the character of Columbe (brought in from Gibson’s other plays), and the true nature of Djali. Principal plot points, such as Esmerelda being condemned, Quasimodo invoking “Sanctuary!” and the tragic ending, are still true to the book.

Clancy gives us a kind, charming girl worthy of pursuit. Turner contrasts that light with his constant air of darkness. Jurdi plays an unflappable scoundrel, feeling that between his beggar army and his high-placed sibling, he is untouchable. Jones gives us a figure who appears noble yet shows himself more fickle with easily-bruised pride. Shelton does very well with the complexities of her character, horns and all.

Kinsey gives a compelling performance as the Hunchback, complete with employing sign language as the nearly-deaf character. The actor having lost her voice on opening weekend had her mouthing her lines with pre-recorded voiceover; this somehow added to the portrayal, reflecting the fact that an actual person in this state would be nearly impossible to comprehend – yet for the audience’s sake, we do.

The play is directed by Spike Morin-Wilson, assisted by stage manager Kelli Gibson. While the title seems to be an effort to differentiate this from other versions of “Notre-Dame,” it does leave open the question: what truly was the “Grotesque” here? I’m thinking it’s not the poor soul ringing the bells.

Performances conclude this weekend, Sept. 27-29, at Arts for Lawrence’s Theater at the Fort, 8920 Otis Ave. Get tickets at artsforlawrence.org, information at 4thwallplayers.org.

SSS Eclipse ‘Lizzie’ a riotous spectacle

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By John Lyle Belden

The Summer Stock Stage Eclipse program (professional, with collegiate performers) presents “Lizzie,” the new musical by Alan Stevens Hewitt and Steven Cheslik-deMeyer, book by Tim Maner, based on the Lizzie Borden legend, presented internationally since its introduction in 2010.

To clarify “musical,” this show is a Riot Grrl-style Punk Rock Opera – modify expectations accordingly and hold on for the ride.* To ask why it’s in this mode is to miss the cultural mystique of Miss Borden. She was already an outsider – unmarried at 30, still living with her controlling father and detested stepmother – when the gruesome events of August 1892 occurred in Fall River, Mass.

“Lizzie Borden took an ax, gave her mother forty whacks; when she saw what she had done, gave her father forty-one!”

Being rich from their penny-pinching parents, Lizzie and sister Emma hired the best possible representation, and with an all-male jury actually working in their favor, got her acquitted at trial. However, historians and even her fandom are fairly certain she did the deed. Still, this is not just a play about getting away with murder.

The story is presented nearly all in song by four women: Lizzie (Erin Lambertson), older sister Emma Borden (Cora Kendall), neighbor and close friend Alice Russell (Mai Caslowitz), and the Bordens’ maid Bridget “Maggie” Sullivan (Samantha Ringor). Backing them – literally, seen through the slats of the set by Abigail Wagner that suggests both a simple home and cozy barn – are the band of Ginger Stoltz (keyboard and conductor), Ainsley Paton Stoltz (bass), Kirstin Cutler (drums), Joy Caroline Mills (guitar), Sally McSpadden (guitar and keyboard), and Taylor White (cello and percussion). Direction is by local actor and teaching artist Devan Mathias with musical direction by Ben Rose (who coincidentally has worked at the actual Lizzie Borden House, now a B&B).

Act 1 brings into focus the conditions the Borden sisters were likely living in, and potential motives for what is to come. The tensions weigh on Lizzie and Emma, while a longing grows in Alice; meanwhile, with a dollar from the girls in hand, Maggie is quick to go downtown for the afternoon so she can say she didn’t see a thing someone might be doing.

In Act 2, there is quite a mess – one song is titled, “What the F*** Now, Lizzie?!” – and loosely period costumes give way for something more turn of the Millenium (all designed by Allison Jones) as events take a more modern procedural, crime-of-the-century feel. The number in which Lizzie and Emma make their Kardashian-esque public plea is priceless.

Throughout it all, these ladies rock their hearts out. There are also touching, tender moments, including a song between Lizzie and Alice that recurs in each act, giving two meanings to “Will you lie?” Overall, a bravura performance.

This show brings more of a different perspective to the Borden case and legend than giving any new facts. Events portrayed in any medium are always conjecture and subject to artistic license. Perhaps a good friend “coming to call” could mean more in 1890s New England. Still, the major points follow the story as told elsewhere. This version is very feminist-focused, so one can forgive the downplaying of other problematic aspects such as suspicions cast on local immigrants. On this stage, it’s the grrls’ turn to tell the story – the closest you get to a male presence is Daddy’s body under a sheet.

Four performances remain for “Lizzie,” Thursday through Sunday, Aug. 8-11, at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, 705 N. Illinois St., Indianapolis. See phoenixtheatre.org for tickets or get info at summerstockstage.com.

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(*“Lizzie” could be compared stylistically to the musical “Six,” but the latter was developed in the U.K. more recently.)

‘White City Murder’ strikes again

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By John Lyle Belden

One hundred thirty-one years ago, Chicago hosted the World’s Fair. Practically everyone who was anyone at the time was there. Also, a notorious and prolific serial killer, who had his victims coming to him, which he dispatched not only for the thrill but also for cold hard cash.

You might already know about this, especially if you have read Erik Larson’s “The Devil in the White City.” Before that non-fiction bestseller was in print, Ben Asaykwee, then living and performing in Chicago, started work on a musical inspired by the brazen exploits of swindler and murderer H.H. Holmes.

Eight years ago, Asaykwee and collaborator Claire Wilcher premiered “White City Murder” in Indy’s Irvington neighborhood (just blocks where Holmes had briefly resided, killing one of his last victims). Last weekend, the duo opened the latest edition of this fascinating historical extravaganza in the black-box Basile stage at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre.

For such an audacious event as the shining white Fair, with the unbelievably dark deeds occurring just miles away, Asaykwee and Wilcher go big with carnival barker energy befitting a Buffalo Bill show (Bill also makes an appearance – in fact our actors portray dozens of people from simple to celebrity). Once they have grabbed our attention, they keep us fascinated and entertained by the story of tragic fates and horrible deeds, aided by a hidden keyboard and a vocal looper to reflect the inventive atmosphere of the late nineteenth century.

A large paper notepad registers the body count, climbing ever higher. It is unknown how many Holmes killed – he was convicted of just one murder and had been pursued only for insurance fraud – but this is not to celebrate that. Asaykwee gives us a snapshot of a wild time in a dynamic era, presenting those whose lives were touched and ruined as much as the man who doomed them. And for us – twenty-first century consumers of true-crime entertainment in its various forms – he gives us a show that truly kills, complete with catchy tunes and wry gallows humor.

Back when I first saw this, I noted its rough edges (now nicely polished) and wondered if this performance was only suited to Asaykwee and Wilcher’s unique style and talents. I now sense others willing to engage the gusto this show demands could do it just fine, but still, make a date to see the originators.

“White City Murder” runs through Aug. 4 at 705 N. Illinois St. in downtown Indianapolis. Info and tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.

History’s flow through Black communities explored in ‘Riverside’

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By John Lyle Belden

The Indianapolis Shakespeare Company, a/k/a Indy Shakes, understands you don’t have to look across the Atlantic for a compelling timeless story. In fact, their current world premiere, “Riverside” by M.L. Roberts, takes place in part on the very ground where it is being performed.

Executive Artistic Director Ryan Arzberger said Roberts underwent extensive research and numerous interviews with people who have lived in the area for decades in the African-American communities in and around Indianapolis, then created a chronicle of a family whose legacy runs through both Indiana and Black history, a well-informed historical fiction and relatable human epic.

A talented and dedicated ensemble play all the parts, from the eternal River that predates the red, then white and black, people who settled here, up to the cusp of present generations in the 1960s. They are Olamide Asanpaola, Kayla Carter, Terra Chaney, Holiday, Malik James, Akili Ni Mali, Ed Gonzalez Moreno, and Milicent Wright, with Jamaal McCray, Josiah McCruiston, and Clarissa Todd as swings. Rudi Goblen directs.

In 1821, there is a settlement of free African-Americans on the White River, led by church Pastor Simon (Moreno) and Sister Sarah Johnson (Carter), who is knowledgeable of the law and whom in the nearby new city of Indianapolis will uphold it. One day, Jacob (James) happens upon the town; he is technically “free” but his white “Massa” who brought him up from Mississippi to work a new farm near Lafayette has him under an unreasonable contract of servitude. After a dramatic standoff, Jacob gains his physical freedom, but it takes time, and Sarah’s gentle patience, to break the chains in his mind and spirit.

The Johnson family that starts on the River follows it down into the heart of Indianapolis, where we find them on legendary Indiana Avenue in the 1920s. Times seem good, but peace is fragile and short-lived, as are some of the neighborhood residents.

As turbulent times follow, Johnsons move upriver to the growing community of Riverside, home of today’s park (and Taggart Memorial Amphitheatre, where this play is presented). In 1962, there is a popular amusement park there, posted Whites Only. Grudgingly accustomed to the culture of segregation, local Blacks take advantage of the singular “Colored Frolic Day” at the park – except for the Johnson children, who at least attempt a protest.

Peppered with humor, music, spirit, and hope, while never afraid to confront the darkness, “Riverside” presents an endearing portrait of a family, a people, and their well-earned place in this American city we call home. The performers help us not just see but feel how the rivers of water and time have brought us to where we are today.

“Riverside” is presented 8 p.m. Thursday through Saturday, July 25-27, at 2441 N. White River Parkway, Indianapolis. Performances at this beautiful outdoor venue are free, with paid VIP seating available. Either way, reserve a ticket to help with headcount for this not-for-profit organization. For more information, visit IndyShakes.com.

Hear and feel the ‘Voices of the Avenue’

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By John Lyle Belden

From Emancipation in the 1860s to well into the 20th century, Black populations brought together by community and herded by racist policies gathered in neighborhoods across America that managed – despite contrary forces – to flourish, at least for a time. In Indianapolis, that legacy is Indiana Avenue.

That street, and its jazz-infused culture, is celebrated at the District Theatre on Massachusetts Ave. in the world premiere musical, “Voices of the Avenue,” a stunning, inspiring story by new playwright Brandi L. Metzger.

Set at an actual popular Indiana Ave. nightspot, the Sunset Terrace, this is the story of sisters Constance (Jodi Holmes), a writer for the Indianapolis Recorder (still a voice for Black issues today), and Pearl (Komoca Rowley), a singer and regular at the Sunset. On the night of club owner Denver’s (Jay Fuqua) 50th birthday celebration, Connie arrives hoping to persuade Pearl to join her in leaving for New York to seek bigger opportunities. The joint is jumping, thanks in part to performer Burnin’ Bernie (Keiston Drake). Also present is a mysterious white man, calling himself Apollo (Clay Mabbitt), who keeps writing something in his notebook.

This is also a story of a time and a place at a cultural and historical crossroads few on the Avenue saw coming. As Denver reminisces, despite troubles through the 1920s and ‘30s, the Black communities rallied and “Indy’s Harlem” persevered. But it is 1945; soon, thousands of men – mostly white – will be returning from the War and the age of “redevelopment” and suburban boom will begin. This Apollo represents succinctly. An advance scout and embodiment of the coming change, he presents himself as an amateur hypnotist who can freeze the moment to let us in our own era beyond the fourth wall know what forces are at play and the justifications they will use to act.

The brighter side of the Avenue, full of life and brave joy, is personified by the music of the outstanding on-stage ensemble, led by Matt “BigBeatz” Franklin at the keyboard, with jazz pianist Carl Hines, Jef Payne on trumpet, and Byron L.A. Hobbs on drums. Stephen Martin Drain and Nakia B. White tend the bar and provide backup vocals. Club patrons are played by Heather Strain, Teresa Francis and DaJuan Thrasher.

This production is in the able hands of veteran director Nikki Miles, assisted by Angela Leonard. Justin M. Lewis provides cool choreography appropriate to the times, and even gets Mabbitt to cut a rug.

The songs are all original, by Metzger in collaboration with Franklin and the actors who perform them. They perfectly capture and move the plot, and a rousing salute to “The Sunset” is fun to sing along to – which we’re encouraged to do at the end.

Holmes and Rowley give great performances with voices sharp whether in song or snapping at each other as siblings do. We can feel their relational struggles as well as the growing shadow of the bigger story they are in. Fuqua plays Denver as all charm and blind optimism, perhaps not an angel, but a vital part of the Avenue. Drake gives Bernie the driven attitude of the talented up-and-comer not wanting to consider there might not be a place to get to.

The only disappointment is that this intense experience clocks in at just under an hour. Still, a lot of story and history is packed in. It never feels rushed, like great jazz; I just wasn’t ready for it to end. It’s one thing to learn by reading, lecture, or even documentary, about the spirit of Indiana Avenue, but “Voices of the Avenue” gets you to truly feel it.

This work was brought about by Black Light Training and Development, a grantee of the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation. Metzger is a recent graduate of its playwriting course. Find more information at the program’s Facebook page.

Remaining performances of “Voices” are today (as we post this) and tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday, June 1-2, at the District Theatre, 627 Mass. Ave., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistrictthteatre.org.

‘Fiddler’ at Footlite: ‘Tradition!’ refreshed

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By John Lyle Belden

Footlite Musicals presents the beloved classic, “Fiddler on the Roof,” and judging by the sellout opening night, the show still has wide appeal. Director Paula Phelan likens it to a sort of theatrical comfort food.

With songs by Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick, and book by Joseph Stein, the story set in the Jewish village of Anatevka in pre-Revolution Russia centers on the family of milkman Tevye, who has five daughters, three of them marrying age but he can’t afford a dowry. In the first Act, the focus is more on village life, and the small but growing changes that come to established “Tradition!” Act Two brings even harsher changes, as the cruel outside world overtakes their simple, manageable one.

Daniel Draves brings an air of paternal authority with the right touch of whimsy to Tevye, complete with a singing voice that nicely hits every “biddy-biddy bum.” Jennifer Hallberg as his wife, Golde, matches his bluster with the patience of an Old Testament matriarch. Elder daughters Tzeitel (Allison Williamson), Hodel (Paige Penry) and Chava (Nicole Sherlock) bravely come of age before our – and their father’s – eyes. The younger daughters, Bielke and Shrpinze, are played by Rebecca Burkhart and Greta Shambarger.

As for the suitors, Alex Bast is charming and only a little goofy as the tailor Motel, who wins Tzeitel despite her being promised by Tevye to the butcher Lazar Wolf (Graham Brinklow). Michael Sherman as radical intellectual Perchik, who causes a stir in the village and wins Hodel’s affection, wears confidence as armor, never shaken except by love. Jackson Lee is Fyedka, the Russian Christian who refuses to take part in an anti-Jewish “demonstration” and shares his books and heart with Chava.

Being volunteer community theater with a popular show, there is a huge cast, with, to name a few, notable turns by Adreinne Reiswerg as Yente the Matchmaker; MarKay Burkhart as the ghost of Grandma Tzeitel, Lauren Laski as Fruma-Sarah; Jeremy Crouch as the town Beggar; Tom Bartley as Modchal the Inkeeper; Chris Vojtko as the Rabbi’s son; and Duane Leatherman with his unmistakable honeyed voice as the wise Rabbi. Dan Flahive lends his stage presence to the role of the Russian Constable who won’t admit he likes the Jews in his charge, but sees little sense in harassing them – though will if ordered by the Tzar’s officials.

As per, well, tradition, all the familiar songs are here – “Matchmaker,” “If I Were a Rich Man,” “To Life,” “Miracle of Miracles,” “Sunrise, Sunset,” “Do You Love Me?” etc. – and the memorable scenes such as the wedding “bottle dance” (executed smoothly by Joe Burke, Logan Laflin, Derek Savik-Hesser, and Derek Sumpter). Though the subtext is of inescapable tragedy (this year, the fact that Perchik comes from Kyiv gains resonance), the heart of this story is inspiring and uplifting in its perseverance. This is personified especially by Kevin Bell as the Fiddler of the title, the myth made manifest for his people. Bell convincingly play-synchs the instrument as he concentrates on his effective movement, adding a touch of nearly balletic storytelling to his role.

Director Phelan’s excellent guidance includes about the best staging of the final departure we have seen. Crew also includes choreographer Linda Rees, vocal director Lisa Reynolds, costume designer JoAnne Bogdon, and stage manager Melissa Yurechko. The orchestra is conducted by Aaron Burkhart.

Two weekends remain of “Fiddler on the Roof,” through May 19 at the Hedback Theater, 1847 N. Alabama St., Indianapolis. Get tickets and info at footlite.org.