tigers got to hunt
by Douglas Messerli
Bill Talen, Savitri D., and the Life
After Shopping Choir Reverend Billy and
the Life After Shopping Gospel Choir: The Earth-a-Llujah Earth-a-Llujah
Revival! / October 21, 2010 at Redcat (the Roy and Edna Disney/CalArts
Theater) in the Walt Disney Concert Hall Complex, Los Angeles
I'd read of this performance artist's transformation from Bill Talen
over the last years into a monologue-ing, prayer-invoking,
anti-capitalist-preaching, left-leaning version of Billy Graham-Jimmy
Swaggart-and Ted Haggard all rolled into one Brechtian being. May the
theater-walls of ritual realism come tumbling down upon our ears, I secretly
prayed.
The chorus of eighteen marched forward robbed all in—what other color
could it be?—green, singing up a storm about American consumption:
"forgivealujah." How terrible, they proclaimed, "the supermarket
is now our neighborhood!" "Monopoly is not democracy," etc. etc.
"This town ain't no supermarket!" they announced.
Rev. Billy strutted behind, gradually getting into the feel of things
before he could come before us with the testimonial that, despite his previous
messages, he had accepted the money from his recent award of the Herb Alpert
Foundation connected to CalArts, as well as their invitation to perform in the
Disney Hall. The Reverend had come down very hard in past sermons on Mickey and
Minnie Mouse. Hypocrisy some might call it, but hardly something new when it
comes to spiritual zealots of either the left or right.
The chorus rolled out another sprightly tune: "Push back—stop that
Starbucks," or something to that effect—and another and another yet. The
chorus gave each song a lot of energy, despite the fact that I could not always
hear the lyrics, although I sat in the fourth row.
It was time for Rev. Billy's sermon. But tonight he seemed, well, I must
admit, quite muted, quietly ruminating on his recent experiences with the
people of the Appalachian Mountains where he and they had been working with
environmental activists to stop coal mining. You know, he confided, as if this
might be the very first time we had heard it, this "rip up and extract
mentality," along with the destruction and sludge it reaps, brings
"cancer to the promised land."
The earth is inarticulate, he explained. People must speak. And he spoke
quite beautifully about the power of these poor Appalachian people, bound
together by mountain after mountain for several generations. It was a very
sweet sermon, if not so very original. Although different in tenor, he was
similar in tone to all the ministers I had heard in my youth. Which is why I
stopped going to church.
There was a lot of "good feeling" in the room, as if we had
found a congregation of one mind, and joined together just for this night only
to celebrate the changes he and we together sought. Like most such ministers,
he encouraged us to reach out and touch our neighbors: the couple who sat
nearest me were from Torrence, having joined the congregation because her
brother was in the chorus. I don't know, accordingly, whether they shared the
same sensibility as most of the audience clearly did. For a few minutes even I
forgot about the Tea Partyers, having left them behind in this temporary
Left-leaning heaven. Thankalujah!
I was confused. Were the tigers good in their necessities or simply
dangerous? Or both? Perhaps that's what we humans couldn't understand. As
Reverend Billy argued: "Nobody knows what to do."
That's certainly true. But when you go to theater you expect the
performers at least to suggest a temporary answer or to more profoundly
question you about things than he and his chorus had. This was, clearly, less a
revival, a renewal of faith or
belief, than it was a repetition of what I think we all had known for some
time, a kind of celebration of our good aspirations. Entertaining enough,
surely, but something that left me, like the tigers, hungry for more.
Ex-porn star Annie Sprinkle and her "wife" Dr. Beth Stephens,
sitting in the audience (Rev. Billy would officiate their "marrying the
moon" a day later), were brought onto stage, where the chorus sang out in
support of gay marriage as "A way to say I do."
As Mae West might have queried, "And what did you do?"
Los Angeles, October 23, 2010
Reprinted from USTheater, Opera and Performance (October 2010).
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