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  1. Unknown Country by Rhonda Hansome

    Thursday, January 17, 2013


                                                                 Unknown Country

     or Fancy Meeting You Here!

    Writing this from the main deck of Holland America’s M/S Westerdam, I am traveling south west to Cozumel.  Looking at the green-blue glorious water, I think what could be better than this?
                                                                             
    The limited phone and internet access is a blissful break in my restless Pavlovian routine of grabbing and scanning an electronic device every time a bell chimes.  The food is delicious and everywhere as is the music on this Smooth Jazz Cruise.  I have no recourse but to comply with the required agenda of eat, drink and be merry as I’m entertained by a continuous roster of musical headliners jamming, jazzing and rocking the boat all day and night. 

     Our seafaring talent reads like a Who’s Who of the smooth jazz genre.  George Benson, David Sanborn, Marcus Miller, Angie Stone, Rick Braun, Andre Berry and Bob James are just some of the magnanimous tune masters calling the shots as we swing and sway to the Caribbean.  What could be better than this? 


    Last night Richard Elliot blessed the stage and then burned it down with his sax.  He’s a musical magician who transformed the showroom into a melodious Mt. Olympus and in a 6° of separation situation wait for it… 


                                                                                    
    I’m in his entourage!  Well it’s really just relaxing with Richard (when he’s not wailing on stage) and getting to know his family members I'd never met like George & Vivian. 

    As surprising as it frequently seems, it really is a “small world.”  Well that’s what it felt like when George & Vivian said they were from Newfoundland. 

    Just prior to boarding the M/S Westerdam I was eyeball deep in preparation and rehearsal for the Fri. Jan. 25th presentation I'm directing in, the Unknown Country play reading series at the Workshop Theater Company in NYC.  Oil and Water by Robert Chafe is the soul touching true story of the rescue of the lone black survivor of the 1942 USS Truxton shipwreck off the coast of wait for it… Newfoundland.  

    Embarking on the Westerdam I thought I’d left the churning waters and dangerous hulking cliffs of Newfoundland behind.  Even though the incident happened way before they were born, George and Vivian Smith’s vivid retelling of their historic local legend put the world of Chafe’s powerful play right at hand. The treacherous bluffs, the violent snowstorm, the hundreds dead and the townspeople determined to save the oil caked survivors freezing along their shoreline.  

    Vivian had read lots about The Pollux and The Truxton.  She recounted how her countrymen living at that time had never seen a person of color before and in removing the oil, tried to scrub the black off Lanier Phillips.  
                                                                                    
                                                                                         
    George and Vivian had seen numerous TV interviews with Lanier and his rescuers on his multiple return trips to the area.  George in his youth was in a band and the folk song, The Ballad of The Truxton and The Pollux, was requested and sung at almost every gig.  It feels like Kismet.  What could be better than this? 

    You Dear Reader, experiencing the wind and snow danger, the life and death struggle, the Oil and Water of the Truxton’s demise and the rescue of Lanier Phillips.  FREE with your reservation.
    One night only  -  8 PM Fri. Jan. 25th  -
    Workshop Theater Company 312 W. 36th St. 4th fl  

    Make your FREE reservation here and join me as my theater alter-ego, Passion, directs Oil and Water.  Until then for me it is music, food and laughs with the super star comic on board, Alonzo Bodden.  


    What could be better that this?

    Well, since you asked… opening for any of these music acts or telling my jokes on a cruise line.  Call me.











  2. It's Your Time by Rhonda Hansome

    Thursday, January 3, 2013






                                                                                                                         


                                                                                                                         



    It's Your Time

    2013 is galloping away like a perp from an old lady push-in.
    I missed all the comedy holiday parties and spent innumerable hours this  week mentally re-creating party by party the competitive banter, and alcohol infused groping.  And that's just what I wanted to do to the club managers, bookers and industry machers.  Speaking of influential, note to Jeffrey Gurian: it's a shanda what I did to you in my mind this week!

    What else did I do this week? I saw two great period movies.  Lincoln and Django Unchained.  Lincoln and Django are period movies, because, like a period they are full of pain and blood.  I was so into the movie Lincoln, I totally missed recognizing Private Harold Green was played by one of my favorite actors,
                                                                        Colman Domingo

     Colman Domingo  
    He's a writer, singer, dancer, actor, and all around phenomenal talent.  Ever since I first saw him at the Public Theater in Passing Strange, Colman has been on my bucket list to direct (because I'm a serious award winning theater director* when not on a comedy mic cracking wise) but I'd settle for acting with him on a sitcom or police procedural show.  Colman, call me!

         When he first appeared on screen in Django, Samuel Jackson scared the crap out of me.  In his tour de force performance he channels the infamous Boondocks animated character...

                    Uncle Ruckus      

        Django Unchained, what can I say that can't be said with buckets of bullets and blood?  I laughed, I cried, I gasped and guffawed.through this wild ride sprung from the mind of Quentin Tarantino.  I just don't understand the shock at racial epithets, the surprise at historical inaccuracy, and the controversy regarding the unfettered violence.  For crying out loud! Well there was a lot of that in the movie too, but it IS a Quentin Tarantino flick,  Django is a stylized piece offering a cornucopia of his signature Tarantino excesses. You don't go to the hardware store for cotton balls!

    Things are pretty crazy these days, the fiscal cliff,  mass shootings, subway deaths and worst of all, my social media addiction.
                                                                       That monkey on my back has ramped up to crystal meth proportions, minus the slenderizing weight loss. Email, my gateway drug, satisfied me for more than a decade.  Then I toyed with facebook and chipped linkedin.  Now I mainline twitter and just this week sniffed tumblr. Who knows what's next, podcasts, vlogging? There's no end to it!!!

    So Dear Reader** if you, like me, need electronic platform rehab, or feel your life is a Tarantino movie I offer the following...


    I hope that helps.  See you next week!


    * 8 PM Fri. Jan. 25th  FREE presentation of Oil and Water  by Robert Chafe I'm directing in Unknown Country at the Workshop Theater Company 312 W. 36th St. 4th fl

    ** I'd like to thank my three loyal readers for their support during my first year of blogging.  If you are addicted turn on a buddy.