Friday, December 26, 2014

He's Behind You!




A visit to see the pantomime at this time of year is part of British tradition.

So how does Good King Wenceslas like his pizza? Deep pan, crisp and even.

Yip, the old ones are the best and that is exactly the (low) standard of humour in the politically incorrect, cross dressing, sparkling world of the pantomime. And yes, it is for kids. But kids of all ages.

Small children get wound up to a state of apoplexy by it. I took my friend a few years ago, an Australian- who had grown up in the bush type of Aussie. Apart from the fact he only understood every second word, he soon got the hang of it and was ready for lamping the villain if he came within striking distance of his didgeridoo. That’s a panto type of joke. And the response to didgeridoo would be 'didgeridon’t'.  
Of course.

It’s the time when every theatre owner breathes a sigh of relief as panto is the one big sell out of the year and fills the coffers for the next twelve months of the Duchess Of Malfi.

Glasgow always has three going over the festive season. The Kings has a posh one which will have proper singers, maybe real ponies and maybe a bit of genuine ballet in it somewhere. The Pavilion  will have anarchy, lots of Glasgae sing-alongs, kids on stage, custard pies in the face, the pantomime cow  will be break wind  centre stage and the jokes will be clever, risqué and political. The Armadillo has a lavish, expensive production with lots of special effects. The pantomime cow's digestive issues will still get the biggest  laugh though.
                                   
                                               Don't go near the back end!!!
                                                 Stay at the udder end!

Wikipedia says it ‘developed from the dell'arte tradition of Italy. The word pantomime comes from the Greek word παντόμιμος (pantomimos), meaning pantomimic actor, consisting of παντο- (panto-) meaning "all", and μῖμος (mimos) meaning "imitator" or "actor", via the Latin word pantomīmus. A "pantomime" in Ancient Greece was originally a group who "imitates all" accompanied by sung narrative and instrumental music, often played on the flute.

Pantomime is vaguely, very vaguely based on a traditional children's story. Usually Cinderella, Aladdin, Dick Whittington, Jack and the Beanstalk etc. but what you see on the stage will have nothing to do with the story, so a narrator appears to tell you what has happened in the narrative while the  glittering anarchy goes on….

The plot, and often the script, goes out the window.  Well loved panto stars  get the audience in on the joke, the ad libbing, the scenery wobbling, jokes based on the news that day, the latest sex scandal, the banking crisis…. But done in such a way that it goes  over the heads of younger members of the audience.

The  principle boy is played by a girl, with a very short skirt on and long boots, and usually a low cut top. She will be played by a pretty young thing, a tv weather girl or Australian soap star or glamour model. It is said it can be useful if she has no sense of humour or is in possession of a low intellect so she will carry on with the script manfully,  as the maelstrom  of madness  goes on around her.
The principal  girl will also be played by a girl, but a more demure one. In a frock that will be pink and sparkly.
Somewhere will be a dame, played by a man.
Or ugly sisters played by two men. Or one man twice.

The narrator will be a sensible actor, usually a bit past his sell by date and the audience will keep thinking 'now what has he been in again?'
                                    
                                                                 oh yes it is!


There is a huge amount of audience participation, kids really get into it, Anytime somebody says ‘oh yes we are', the audience scream 'oh no you’re not'….. and an argument will start between the audience and the actor. There are songs, based on current pop tunes, but with the lyrics rewritten to fit the story. The narrator conducts the audience in singing along as the words appear on the side of the castle, the beanstalk, the backside of the pantomime cow. One side of the theatre has to out sing the other….

At various points the goodie will be on the run from the villain. She will be centre stage. The villain 
will creep up behind her… At this point the audience scream 'He’s behind you' (see Lynda Regan's crime novel of the same name for a panto based murder). To which the goodie suddenly becomes deaf ( maybe from the deafening singing that has gone on beforehand) and walks to the left to hear better,  stalked by the villain. Children choke on their ice cream and wet themselves with the tension.
The villain gets hissed and  booed every time he appears on stage. He will probably be the butt of a lot of in-jokes about an unpopular politician , but then there are loads of them to choose from.
                                         
Recently there has been a trend to have a huge American star appearing, with might deflect from the true nature of the panto, but it does get more bums on seats. Pamela Anderson, David Hasselhoff and Priscilla Presley have all been tempted to tread the boards. If the star joins in with the  nonsense, then it can really do their career  good – on the basis that if you do that under pressure you can cope with almost anything.
                                     
My favourite smutty story was the great Sir  Ian McKellen (2004 Widow Twankey , Aladdin) "lets down his hair and lifts up his skirt to reveal a nifty pair of legs and an appetite for double entendre” said a critics, but  another quote was  "At least we can tell our grandchildren that we saw McKellen's Twankey and it was huge.'
                                                   
                                                       Yip, that is Ian McKellen

Some jokes…
Why was Cinderella such a poor football player ?
She had a pumpkin for a coach !

What did Cinderella say when the Chemist lost her photographs ?
Someday my prints will come !
                                           
Why did Robin Hood steal from the rich ?
Because the poor didn't have any money !
                                   
Stalwarts of the Glasgow panto scene are John Barrowman and The Krankies. He’s a very handsome Glaswegian/Canadian. They are a couple. Ian and Janet –  they found fame as a double act on children’s Tv with  the diminutive Janet playing a naughty school boy and Ian  playing the straight man.

                            

  She is rarely is out the naughty wee boy persona, she gets  flung around over us head she climbs bean stalks, she gets beaten up... she’ll be 68 this year.
                                 

                              
                                     Ian and Janet as they are in real  life...
       

Life can be strange...

Hope you had a good holiday. And wishing you all a happy, prosperous, healthy and creative 2015

Caro Ramsay 26th  Dec  2014







































Thursday, December 25, 2014

Seasons greetings from sunny South Africa

For those in the northern hemisphere, particularly those in cold, snowy climates, the thought of celebrating the holidays in hot sunshine seems bizarre.  But that's how we do it, often ending the day next to the pool or on the beach.

When I grew up, my family tried to replicate a British Christmas, with turkey, gammon, and appropriate accompaniments.  Even the children were allowed half a glass of bubbly.  The plum pudding and brandy butter were brought ceremonially to the table to the accompaniment of the bagpipes payed by my cousin.  There were small coins or charms in the plum pudding only found by the kids, crackers to pull for little presents, paper hats to be worn by everyone, and appropriate carols.  In the corner there would be a live pine tree, suitable decorated and sprayed with artificial snow.

Today I wish you happy holidays and a healthy, happy, and successful New Year, with  a variety of music sung by some of our talented singers and groups.  I just love great music.

To start is The Lion Sleeps Tonight, the melody for which was written by Solomon Linda, a singer and cleaner at Decca Records South Africa.  Theft of the song by several American companies and singersresulted in a court case which Linda's estate won.

Solomon Linda in 1941




African jazz has been around for a long time, but the first African jazz musical - King Kong - was written by Todd Matshikiza and produced in South Africa in 1959.  Here is a short piece from it.  By the way it has nothing to do with a large ape attacking New York.  It's a story about a legendary black South African boxer, Ezekiel Dlamini.

Todd Matshikiza


I was visiting Annamaria earlier in the year, when we discovered who is now my favourite South African opera singer - and she has some fierce competition.  With the same last name as King Kong's composer, here is Pumeza singing O Mio Babbino Caro by Puccini.  This is an amazing voice!  

Pumeza Matshikiza



In a more traditional vein, another wonderful singer, Kimmy Skota sings Ave Maria at an André Rieu concert.  This song gives me, as the Dutch say, kip vel (chicken skin) - that is, goose bumps!

Kimmy Skota



Pretty Yende is yet another star in the making, recently performing at the Met in Die Zauberflöte.  Here she is in Roméo et Juliette by Gounod.

Pretty Yende



And finally, some happy kwela music performed by the University of Pretoria Encamarata, which was the World Champion at the Eighth World Choir Games in Riga in July of this year.  Kwela music originated in the black townships and was played on penny whistles - the cheapest musical instruments around.  This is a great adaptation for voices and movement.

University of Pretoria Encamarata


Let's hope that 2015 is better than 2014, that people are nicer to each other, that tolerance wins out over terror, and that nations realise that they are part of a larger community.

Here's a toast to family and friends.  Clink!

Stan - Thursday


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Season's Greetings!


From China


From Mexico



And from San Diego! 

Best, 

Lisa Brackmann (every other Wednesday…)



Tuesday, December 23, 2014

And here’s a Provençal Christmas post from the archives: Provençal Christmas 13 desserts


Several years my friend from Marseilles told me that in Provence, Christmas tables include 13 desserts. This perked my ears up! The Provencal holiday table is laden with food and symbolism. Three candlesticks and three tablecloths, layered one on top of the other, signify the Holy Trinity. The 13 desserts represent the 12 Apostles and Christ at the Last Supper. This feast of sweets follows Gros Souper - big meal - the Christmas Eve menu, which is a multicourse fish dinner. Searching around I found this list of the desserts: 
- White and black nougat, 
- Candied fruits,
- Dates,
- Tangerines,
- The mendiants or beggars: nuts, almonds, dried figs, hazelnuts, grapes, apples, pears and prunes, and sometimes even quinces and persimmons.

Raisins to represent the Dominicans
Hazelnuts or Walnuts to represent the AugustinesDried figs to represent the FranciscansAlmonds to represent the Carmelites


The Yule log has been on the calendal table for several decades in memory of the cacho-fio ceremony. Afterwards, in order to find some energy coming back from the midnight mass which consists in muscat grape seeds macerated in brandy, cherry ratafia or carthagène - a brandy-based wine, and is often prepared in people’s cellars.

When it comes time for dessert, each guest must taste all 13 with Sauternes or muscat wines with them. In the French countryside, whether or not the dessert table is elaborate depends on a family’s income. I found a quote from a chef who said, “You know, it is like if you make minimum wage, you have an apple. If you make more money, you have tarte Tatin."
 So from our table to yours - Joyeuse Noel!
Cara - Tuesday

Monday, December 22, 2014

Christmas in Summer

Here are some images and music to take you to South America--to the places I have written about--for Navidad.



Let's begin with music.  Here is my favorite Christmas hymn, bar none.  It is Ariel Ramirez's "Navidad in Verano," from his oratorio based on South American folk melodies.  That angelic voice is the late GREAT Jose Carreras.  It inspired a scene in Invisible Country, where a wounded war veteran finds his voice and sings again for the first time after suffering horrors.  I suggest you log on to it and let it play in the background while you look at the pictures.

Potosi 


Ornaments that show the Cerro Rico and the interior of the mine.
A children's chorus






 Paraguay

The Government Palace got up for the holidays.


A banner of celebration





Buenos Aires

Two angles of the Plaza de Mayo



Calle Florida, where I placed the dress shop that figures in Blood Tango.



PAZ A TODOS LOS HOMBRES!


Annamaria - The Monday before Christmas

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Cops and Coppers - Guest Blogger Colin Campbell




Our guest author today is the real article--an officer of the law.  His Resurrection Man series features Jim Grant, a Yorkshire cop who has transferred to Boston. Colin's ten books include Jamaica Plain, Montecito Heights, and Adobe Flats.  His  next, Snake Pass, will launch this coming April.   Looking every bit the action hero himself, Colin is also a storyteller at heart.  Today, he tells us the differences between cops on the opposite sides of the pond.  And he shows off his wry sense of humor while he does it.  You can find out more about his work by visiting him at www.campbellfiction.com. - Annamaria

Okay, here’s the deal. I’m a retired police officer in the UK writing about a Yorkshire cop working in the US. That puts me in the foreign but writing domestic category, if you’re reading this in America. If not I’m just foreign, to everywhere except my house. I thought I’d share some perspectives on the differences that tie us together.

Firstly, English cops do still wear those funny pointed helmets. During 30 years in the West Yorkshire Police I never understood why they thought that was a good idea. You can’t run in them, you have to duck to get through doors, and they give you a headache.

That’s mine in the middle.

Plus, English cops don’t carry guns. I used to patrol a foot beat with a truncheon and a pair of handcuffs. And the helmet. (You could only wear the peaked cap if you were driving.) They got rid of the whistles just before I joined and we didn’t get stab vests and CS spray until later. The only time I handled firearms was in the army. Oh, and we don’t stop off for coffee and donuts. That’s an American thing. For us it’s a cup of tea with fish and chips.

Learning to drive. No helmet.

Next thing is the CSI effect. We have imported many things from America, including Starbucks and MacDonald’s, but the most annoying thing is our love of acronyms. Every department nowadays seems to have a snappy title. Maybe I should call it the SPECTRE effect. Or SHIELD. The naming of police departments solely to create a fancy title. Back in my day there was DART, the Divisional Asset Recovery Team, prompting many to suggest we form a Force Asset Recovery Team. The main one that affected me was SOCO, which stood for Scenes Of Crime Officer. I spent 15 years of my service examining crime scenes as varied as burglary, rape, and murder. Taking photographs, fingerprints, and gathering forensic evidence. The cameras were bigger back then. The aluminium powder turned your clothes silver. And POLO mints were essential for postmortems. A whiff of minty freshness amid the bodily fluids. Bringing us full circle, you Americans turned that into CSI, which in turn we imported turning SOCOs into CSIs at the stroke of a pen. You haven’t managed to come up with a replacement for the Postmortem POLOs though. The mint with the hole.
   






Is that a camera or are you happy to see me?

Finally there’s the warrant card, that fancy piece of plastic that gave me police powers throughout England and Wales. It said so on the back. Okay, so when I was in uniform I didn’t need to “flash the badge” because it was pretty obvious who I was, but when I worked in plain clothes it was embarrassing having to prove my identity with a glorified bus pass. At least in the US your detectives have the prestigious gold shield. I know because I watched NYPD Blue for years. Even in CSI: NY Gary Sinise had the shield. There was something glamorous about flicking open a badge wallet to reveal the shiny metal shield. Even clipped to the belt it looked cool. In complete contrast to the little plastic holder on a piece of string that I had to wear. It wouldn’t deflect a bullet if they fired from 3 miles away. Okay that last part might be stretching it a bit.
   
Paper or plastic? No, metal.

So, to wrap this up let’s look at what’s the same about you and us. From a police perspective. All cops have a healthy dislike for people doing bad things. They want to make arrests and send the bad guys to prison. It’s a dangerous job. Nobody likes us. We never bring good news. Nobody ever asked a cop to tell your family they won the lottery. We just have to walk the thin blue line. And maybe have a donut.