Champion:
An Opera in Jazz
Terence Blanchard (Composer); Michael Cristofer
(Libretto)
SFJAZZ with Opera Parallèle
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Arthur Woodley |
At the top of an interconnected, five-level
stage surrounded on all sides by the audience, an old but still muscular man
sits half dressed on his bed, looking distraught and singing in rich, haunting
bass, “This is my shoe ... My shoe goes where?”
Arthur Woodley is the now-aging Emile Griffith, a former welter- and
middleweight boxing champion, who is slowing losing his memory of the past as
well as his sense of present due to years of having his head battered in order
to win matches and to entertain millions.
But the past is not totally lost yet as his life and its key players
populate on the stage levels below and around him for the next three hours, all
the time while he sits on his bed mostly staring at the ground and occasionally
interacting in song with his younger selves.
Only when his son Luis (Andres Ramirez) comes in and out to urge him to
dress, using tones of sweet tenor to arouse the staring Emile, does Emile
occasionally leave his memory world to come to present reality.
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Karen Slack, Robert Orth, Kenneth Kellogg & Arthur Woodley |
Scenes of his past continue to pop from Emile’s
memory bank that tell of inner struggles and lingering regrets still a part of
him. As the older Emile watches and
sings “in the shadows, you are here,” the young Emile makes his way to a
clandestine, gay bar full of drag queens and kings and hot boys in dark
corners. There he meets bar owner Kathy
Hagan (Michelle Rice) in tight leopard top and skin-hugging pants who instantly
takes a liking to the scared but curious god who just walked in. In a smoky, back-room voice she sings of the
“gentler man with a sweet pitched voice” while passing him around her patrons
for his and their enjoyment. Later, Mr.
Kellogg’s Emile will be taunted by his boxing foes for the rumors that surround
him; told by Howie, “There are things I just don’t want to hear ... to know;”
and probe his inner soul in beautiful plaintive notes, “What makes a man the
man he is? ... Who is this man who calls himself me?” His lifelong battle with his sexual
orientation climaxes in his deciding to marry a sexy, sassy Sadie (a
sultry-voiced, hot beat Chabrelle Williams), all the while warned by the elder
Emile, Howie, Emelda, and Kathy in a moving quartet, “You can’t run, you can’t hide
from what is going on inside.”
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Kenneth Kellogg, Evan Holloway & Arthur Woodley |
Another demon that impacts Emile’s closing
decades to his dying breath is a famous title fight in 1962 with the
homophobic, verbally bantering Benny Paret (Victor Ryan Robertson). Repeated blows by Emile to a head that had
been abused even more in a previous fight sends Benny to his grave. As the Old Emile sings, “Something good turns
into something bad so fast.” The ghost
of Benny haunts his decomposing mind in sad progressions of notes and interactions
between Benny’s specter and the old Emile.
In an evening full of gripping moments, two
others deserve mention. After the
younger Emile, who is now a shell of his earlier self, has lashed out at his
mother with a condemning, “You’re just a mother-fucking whore with a shit load
of children,” Karen Slack as Emelda stunningly duets with a lone string bass (Marcus
Shelby), hugging her lone self and singing, “Love don’t know how hard it is to
live ... to breathe.” In waves that grow
in intensity and then ebb to whispers, she ends, “All you do, is done.”
Perhaps the biggest applause of the evening went
to the Second Act’s opening minutes.
One boxer with hooded robe covering most of his head and face begins
practicing his footwork. With a stage
that becomes his drum, he commences a jazz solo that is packed with complicated
rhythms, sudden shifts in tempo, and
beats that electrify – all suddenly accompanied by his jump rope with magical
powers all its own. Choreographer Joe
Orrach not only has choreographed the movements and dances that illustrate the opera’s
action so magnificently all evening, he solos both here and in the opening
speed bag sequence with show-stopping performances.
Along with all the stellar performances that
bring this music and story to life, much credit for the evening’s impact must
go to Director Brian Staufenbiel and his production team. Dave Dunning’s a set allows the memories and
generations to flow in and out so easily from Emile’s wandering thoughts. Matthew Anataky’s lighting, built into the
set itself and also falling in shadows onto the various levels of stage,
highlights in remarkable ways the moods of the stories unfolding. Costumes by Christine Crook and wigs/make-up
by Jeanna Parham fashion not only the key characters in clothing of the times
but transform a huge chorus from islanders to reporters to gay bar queens. Media Designer David Murakami’s multi-screen
projections finish the stunning effects; his use of rippled shadows across
uneven surfaces is particularly effective in underlining Emile’s muddled state
of mind.
Finally, praise must go to Nicole Paiement as
she deftly and sensitively conducts the thirty-piece orchestra while also employing
a three-person jazz trio. In this
compact arena of the Jazz Center with such close proximity of audience,
singers, and musicians, not once do the talented musicians over-power singers
nor hide their excellent diction of lyrics.
A man spends the bulk of his life trying to
understand how the world around him can forgive him for accidentally killing a
fellow boxer but cannot accept or forgive his sexual orientation. In the end, it takes in a moment of
reconciliation between him and his victim’s son, Benny Paret, Jr. (also played
by Victor Ryan Robertson) to help him to forgive himself. Now with some peace of fading mind, the
feeble Emile, “And there is nothing more to say in the end of the day.”
Rating: 5 E
Champion:
An Opera in Jazz continues through February 28, 2016 at SF
JAZZ Center, 201 Franklin Street, San Francisco. Tickets are available at https://www.sfjazz.org/events/2015-16/0223/champion
or by calling the box office at 866-920-5299.
Photos Credit: Bill Evans
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