My old friend Lee Boot takes a look at Ritual in the way that only he can: with art.

This got me thinking about the first Christmas we recently celebrated in our new house. When we put up the tree, it spent the first 24 hours centered squarely in the front windows. But it just didn’t seem right there, so we moved it to the left, and that’s where it remained.

When the former owner of the house saw it, he said that that was exactly where his family’s tree had been placed when he was growing up in the house.

Was the house dictating the ritual?

Nutcracker

Things get blurry after too many performances.

Things get a little blurry after too many performances.

The 2008 Joffrey Ballet production of the Nutcracker ended yesterday, after 14 performances compressed into 9 days. One of the great things about this gig is the venue: Louis Sullivan’s great Auditorium Theatre. I sit almost dead center, right in front of the conductor and facing the audience. So, I get a great view of the architecture and lighting grid, but like most of us in the pit, I can’t see the stage at all.

I think I played my first Nutcracker back in ’95 or ’96, with a small company called Ballet Légere, and continued playing with them until 2002. Those productions featured a significantly reduced orchestra (2 first violins, 2 second violins, 1 viola, 1 cello, 1 bass… I’ll spare you the wind and brass breakdowns). This was certainly a great way to learn the ballet, but it also made the Overture particularly hair-raising. My favorite memories of the Légere shows include the cannon, which showered the pit with confetti (there’s probably still some floating around inside my instrument) and the prodigious amounts of fog unleashed for the Snow Scene. At times, the fog rolling into the pit was thick enough to hide the music 2 feet in front of us. I was always really impressed by the high quality of their productions, and miss being able to see the dancers.

The remarkable thing is that they continue to hire an orchestra, even though a recording would save them a huge amount of money. Most non-dancers probably don’t understand how nice it is to have a live orchestra, with a conductor that adjusts to match the action on stage.

Waiting for Act II to start.

Waiting for Act II to start.

The Sinfonietta, as the Joffrey’s “official orchestra” has been performing the Nutcracker since 2003. The larger budget affords a larger orchestra, though it’s still really too small for Tchaikovsky (6 first violins, 5 seconds, 4 violas, 3 cellos, 2 basses, etc.). And, alas, there’s no confetti launched into the pit from the cannon, and any fog is dispersed by a phalanx of fans placed ingeniously at the lip of the stage.

Now, you may have heard musicians complain about the Nutcracker, and it certainly has some less than stellar moments (Mother Ginger, I’m looking at you), but I really love the music overall. Whenever I get the book in November, I flip through it to practice the tricky parts, and it’s like putting on a favorite coat… I can even smell the fog at a certain point, and I can’t help wincing at the spot where the cannon is fired. (And during one show this year, the Joffrey’s triple-peal cannon blast just about gave me a heart attack.)

So, if you missed seeing this year’s production, be sure to come next year and stop by the pit and say hi. Also, we’re doing The Rite of Spring in February, which you absolutely have to see.

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It’s a Miserable Life!

James Stewart as George Bailey, standing in the middle of Bedford Fall. Photo by Gaston Longet.

James Stewart as George Bailey, standing in the middle of Bedford Falls. Photo by Gaston Longet.

Wendell Jamieson has a great piece on ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ in today’s New York Times. He even consults with a New York district attorney who concludes that George Bailey’s crime would be classed as “…a D felony; 2 ½ to 7 years is the maximum term for that.”

This is a great film on many levels. And depending on your particular mood in a given year, the annual viewing will reward you with things you may have missed in the past. Of course, this year everyone’s being encouraged to draw comparisons with our current financial meltdown.

But watch it closely.

As Jamieson points out, “It is a story of being trapped, of compromising, of watching others move ahead and away, of becoming so filled with rage that you verbally abuse your children, their teacher and your oppressively perfect wife. It is also a nightmare account of an endless home renovation.”

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