Photo of the Joseph… Now, Act II: 23 July 2011

If you haven’t yet read Act I, obviously you’ve been wasting time on the internet. Stop trying to figure out why Google+ needs to exist and go read Act I before you read the rest of this post.

All done? Okay then, let’s go.

As you know, Act I ended with Joseph participating in a colorful song and dance number while in prison. What? Do I really need to say this again? Okay: in musicals, that sort of thing is perfectly normal.  Just go with it.  Give your suspension of disbelief the workout it obviously needs.

Anyway, when  the curtain rose on Act II, we were introduced to Pharaoh. The typical portrayal of most pharaohs tends to be on the stern side, probably because pharaohs tended to be on the stern side. However, this musical gives Pharaoh a bit of a different image.

Yes, that’s Pharaoh Elvis.  Nero fiddled while Rome burned; Pharaoh Elvis sang with sideburns.

It turned out Pharaoh was All Shook Up due to a series of strange dreams. Hey, wait.  Strange dreams?  Wasn’t there a main character with strange dream experience on his resume? Yeah, I think there was.

Pharaoh didn’t know about Joseph, but his butler did.  Remember the butler from Act I? Just as Joseph said, the butler got out of prison and made it back on the job, and when Pharaoh started singing about his problematic dreams, the butler butled Joseph onto the scene.  Before long, Joseph had the dreams interpreted — they foreshadowed a time of plenty followed by a time of famine — and Pharaoh repaid him by making him Vice Pharaoh.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Joseph’s father and brothers were feeling the effects of that famine. What do you do when you’re experiencing great hardship in a musical? Come on, people. You should know the answer to that by now.

This time the sadness involved berets and French accents. Am I resisting the temptation to make surrender jokes right now? Yes. Yes I am. Let’s move on.

After singing their sad French song, the brothers heard that Egypt had food available. This, of course, was due to Vice Pharaoh Joseph’s savvy planning, but since they hadn’t yet signed up for Twitter, Joseph’s brothers didn’t know he was a prominent government official in Egypt. (Joseph’s actual tweet: “Just went from prisoner to govt man in 5 mins. Doesn’t it usually happen the other way around? LOL! I’m just playin, @PharaohElvis.”)

In hungry desperation, the brothers traveled to Egypt to buy food. And…hey, check it out! Joseph’s brothers are bowing down to him! They still don’t know it’s him, of course, but that doesn’t matter. The dreams still came true.

You’ll note that Joseph’s helpful dream illustrators made the trip to Egypt to help him out again. They’re good people.

Joseph was happy to see his dreams coming true, but since his brothers still didn’t know it was him, he still wanted to have some fun with them. I guess that’s understandable, what with their selling him into slavery and all. So, after selling them sacks of food, he arranged to have one of his fancy-pants super-duper shiny gold goblets put in his youngest brother’s sack of food. Then, when they were preparing to leave, he accused them of stealing his fancy-pants super-duper shiny gold goblet and — of course — found it in Benjamin’s sack of food.

This caused the brothers great consternation because Benjamin was Jacob’s other favorite son, and they weren’t exactly thrilled about going home down yet another one of his favorite sons. To avoid that unpleasant prospect, they begged Joseph for mercy.

Of course, since he was the one facing hard time in the Egyptian slammer, Benjamin was a little bit interested in mercy, too.

Joseph’s administrative assistants put together some choreography to accompany the brothers’ begging.

Somewhere in the process of pleading Benjamin’s case, the brothers slipped into a calypso mood.

After hearing his brothers pleas for mercy, Joseph began to think it might be time for him to reveal his identity to his brothers. But since nobody ever just thinks in a musical, Joseph sang about it.

You’d think his brothers would have been able to hear what he was singing, but somehow they missed it. They were probably busy playing Angry Birds.

Having worked out his anxiety through song, Joseph finally let his brothers know he wasn’t just some nameless bureaucrat. Joseph’s administrative assistants assisted in this, too.

His dream illustrators got in on the big reveal, too.

Having finally reconciled with his brothers, Joseph somehow got his fancy long-winded coat back. I’m pretty sure that part wasn’t Biblical — I don’t recall his coat floating down from the sky and settling on his shoulders — but it made for a nice conclusion and a fun visual.

With his coat back in place, Joseph and his brothers wrapped up the final song so they could get back to their smartphones. What, you think Joseph wouldn’t tweet big news like that? (Actual tweet: “Punk’d my bros pretty good. They thought Ben would go to jail! Almost didn’t keep a straight face. Bet they don’t sell me again.”)

There was no word as to what the narrators were going to do once the story ended.  Did they have other stories to narrate, or were they unemployed?  Or were they going to keep following Joseph around and narrating his story even if nobody paid attention?  Inquiring minds want to know.  Inquiring minds also want to know why narrate isn’t spelled narrarate, because that’s how I’ve always pronounced it.

Anyway, this brings us to the end of Joseph. If you enjoyed this…fantastic.  If you didn’t, then you should go to the next CAP production so you don’t have to rely on me for a recap.

Photo of the Joseph… Now, Act I: 23 July 2011

Over the weekend, the Chelsea Area Players — not to be confused with the Chelsea Area Playas, which doesn’t actually exist — put on a production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. If you never saw that musical done by the professionals, then you never saw Donny Osmond sold into slavery by his brothers.

Anyway, it’s a musical based on the Biblical story of Joseph. As is usually the case, the book is better than the musical, but the musical is still a lot of fun. The CAP did a great job, too. I’m no theater expert — otherwise I’d spell it “theatre” — but I enjoyed the production.

(I took a lot of photos, so I’m splitting this into two blog posts.)

The story began with Joseph hanging out with a group of kids and singing. In the world of musicals, this is perfectly normal.

Eventually the curtain opened, and the three narrators started narrating.

Jacob enjoyed listening to the song describing his successful family business.

Jacob’s family enjoyed singing about his successful family business.

Still, it wasn’t one big happy family. Jacob tended to favor Joseph, a disparity that made his brothers jealous enough to plot his demise.

They couldn’t follow through with their plot that time, though, so they had to settle for watching Joseph show off his snazzy new coat. (This is the coat that’s to blame for the musical’s extremely long title.)

Joseph also irked his brothers with his strange dreams. Well, it wasn’t so much that he had strange dreams, but that he interpreted his dreams to mean that his brothers would one day bow down to him. I can see why that would be problematic for familial relationships.

The kids we saw in the opening photo contributed by illustrating Joseph’s dreams. Fortunately, his brothers harbored no ill will toward them.

Joseph let them know he appreciated their efforts.

Eventually Joseph’s brothers followed through with their plot: they sold him to a “hairy bunch of Ishmaelites,” covered his fancy long-winded coat in blood and returned home to tell their father his favorite son had been killed. Since everybody knows country music is the best vehicle for bad news, the brothers donned cowboy hats and broke the news in an exaggerated twang. (Note: this may or may not be Biblically accurate.  Hint: it’s not.)

Poor, poor Joseph ended up in Egypt, where the hairy bunch of Ishmaelites sold him to a wealthy man named Potiphar.

Sadly, Potiphar’s wife wasn’t committed to their marriage, and Joseph caught her wandering eye.  She worked hard to express her untoward ambitions to Joseph.

Joseph managed to resist her persistent efforts, but she raised enough of a fuss that Potiphar burst onto the scene. Presuming Joseph was to blame for this scandalous behavior, Potiphar sent him to jail.

He responded by singing.

After he finished his song, two more inmates joined his authentic community: the baker and the butler. I know, I know, it’s starting to sound like a game of Clue. Just remember that this story was around long before Clue.

The baker and butler had been having strange dreams, and they wanted Joseph to interpret them into plain English. (Or into plain Whatever Language They Spoke.) He obliged, and as with many situations in musicals, singing and dancing ensued.

(Just a thought: if life actually was like a musical, would we have theatrical productions called talkies? And would we make sarcastic comments about how nobody would ever actually break out into talking in real life? I hope so.)

They were kind enough to let Joseph out of his cell so he could sing and dance properly. They weren’t too kind, though: they wouldn’t remove his shackles.

The first act ended with a colorful flourish.

Be sure to come back for the second act!

Photo of the Sushi Rollin’ Now: 22 July 2011

The Dexter library had a session to teach kids how to make sushi rolls.

Though a lot of people think raw fish when they hear sushi, it doesn’t have to involve fish that hasn’t been turned delicious by heat.  These sushi rolls were filled with a variety of vegetables.

The end results ended up looking delicious.  Maybe not quite as delicious as a good hamburger or slice of pizza, but delicious nonetheless.  (And, I suppose, less artery-clogging.)

Photo of the Sounds & Sights Now: 14 July 2011

Another Thursday, another Sounds & Sights.

The Clocktower Gazebo hosted the North Creek Fiddlers:

The top of the clocktower is visible at the top right of the photo.  Of course, I say that for the benefit of those who haven’t been to downtown Chelsea: if you’ve been to downtown Chelsea, you’re familiar with the clocktower.

The North Creek Fiddlers feature one local citizen who has made several prior appearances on this blog:

The fiddler in the middle is the one to whom I refer.  But in previous pictures, rather than making beautiful music, he was committing beautiful acts of violence on the football field (he’s #9).  And beautiful acts of graduation.

Not far from the gazebo, the Mister Laurence Experience was entertaining the kids.  Mister Laurence likes the color green.

The Experience includes a self-proclaimed princess and a bear drummer.

Seriously: the bear actually played the drums.  It’s a marvel of modern engineering, for sure.

On the other side of the clocktower complex, A Soft Serve Symphony was entertaining the crowd.

Much to my dismay, A Soft Serve Symphony didn’t offer free ice cream as part of its performance.

Letha Allen & the Benders had a spot by the police station.

That’s Letha on the left.  It stands to reason the gentleman on the right would be one of the Benders.  The other Bender was on her other side:

As usual, the pleasant weather brought plenty of people to Chelsea.

One more block south was the Dorkestra.  Yes, the Dorkestra.  They were every bit as entertaining as their name.

A band featuring a highly-bearded man playing a washboard has to be entertaining.  That’s just how it is.

They had a selection of balloon animals, one of which found its way onto a band member’s head:

Is that a balloon elephant?  That’s what it looks like to me.

The highly-bearded man played more than just the washboard:

As I recall, they were playing the Can Can when I took that photo.  They encouraged the crowd to get up and dance, but nobody obeyed.

See?!

The library, having exhausted its supply of comedians, featured the music of Annie & Rod Capps.

You probably don’t recognize the mandolin player on the right, but to my great surprise, I did: that’s none other than the fabulously talented Jason Dennie.  More recently Jason has been playing with the Capps and in another bluegrass band, but I know him from his superb solo guitar recordings of years past.  I hadn’t seen him in at least a couple years, so I was pleasantly surprised to see him in Chelsea.

You can hear a sample of one of his solo guitar songs here, you can find out more about him and buy his solo guitar albums here, and you can find out more about his bluegrass band and hear some of their music here.

And yes, I’m a big Jason Dennie fan.  If you enjoy solo guitar or bluegrass, go buy the music.  Now.  NOW.

Finally, on my way back to my car, I encountered Anna Elizabeth playing in the alley next to the barber shop.

Was she smiling because I was taking her picture, or was she smiling because I look strange?  The world may never know.

Photo of the Sounds & Sights Now: 7 July 2011

Another summer Thursday in Chelsea meant another evening of live music.

David Bloom & Friends showed up in the Clocktower Gazebo.  This is David Bloom himself:

And this is his drummer friend, Alan Harris:

David Bloom might consider the audience members his friends, too, but they’re not his & Friends.

His website explains that David sings jazz standards and ballads of the 30s, 40s and 50s.  Here, David is singing the Gershwin song ” ‘S Wonderful“:

Also worth noting is that his website address is a hilarious anagram of his name: David C. Bloom becomes BoldDiva.com.  Well done, Mr. Bloom.  Well done.

Not far from DB&F, The Dixie Mafia was performing next to the old Glazier Stove Co. welfare building.

I’m reasonably certain they’re not connected to the actual Dixie Mafia.

Just across the railroad tracks, Los Dingos del Norte performed almost in the shadows of the Jiffy towers.

One block south, Zero Gravity Band entertained crowds in front of the soon-to-be-vacant police station.

(Wait, what?  No, potential criminals, don’t get your hopes up: the Chelsea Police Department isn’t disappearing.  The city is building a new police station a couple blocks down the road.)

One little girl enjoyed dancing to the music of the Zero Gravity Band.

The rest of the crowd enjoyed the music a bit more sedately.

And, of course, the library brought in another comedian.

Photo of the Well-Read Wildlife Now: 1 July 2011

The Dexter library celebrated Canada Day by inviting kids to enjoy a presentation by a wildlife expert.  (The library didn’t actually mention Canada Day at all, but I know for a fact there was at least one hockey fan in the library that day.  Close enough.)

The room was packed…

…but unfortunately, Dan the Creature Man was twenty minutes late due to traffic, so the crowd got a bit restless.  However, Dan did arrive, and the kids settled down to enjoy the show.

There was a parrot…

…that was more in the mood to nibble on the microphone than he was to talk.

There was also a chameleon…

…that happily grabbed a few crickets with a tongue that would make Gene Simmons jealous.

There was an iguana…

…that wasn’t nearly as grumpy as he looked.  Oddly enough, this was the only creature that caused tears; when Dan brought out the iguana, one little girl started crying.

Most kids were fascinated…

…but note the worried expression on the girl near the left side of the photo.  She didn’t cry, but it didn’t look like she was eager to make new friends.

There was a chinchilla…

…that added just the right amount of “Awwwwwwwwww!” to the show.

There was a tortoise…

…that looked as grumpy as the iguana.  He probably wasn’t as grumpy as he looked, either.  (Also, he looked like he should be a character in a classic Bill Peet book.)

There was an American alligator…

…that certainly didn’t look grumpy.  I didn’t ask him why he was smiling, mostly because I enjoy having ten fingers.  And because he didn’t speak English.

After the show, Dan brought back out his albino python so the kids could touch and hold it.

Many hands make light snake:

Surprisingly, the little girl who looked worried during the show was happy to touch the snake.  Maybe during the show she was worried about the economy or unemployment or the major rules violations coming to light in college football or something.

Photo of the Baffling Illusions Now: 29 June 2011

The Chelsea library invited Baffling Bill the Magician to put on a magic show for local kids.

Bill brought a book full of magic words hoping to light a candle…

…but it didn’t quite work out that way.

He also brought a rope…

…and invited two volunteers to tie his hands…

…after which he quickly (and humorously) extracted his hands from the rope.

(Take a look at the volunteer on the left: he might be doing his best to sneak a glance at the trick without looking like he’s peeking.)

The kids were eager to volunteer.

Baffling Bill was astounded to discover his magic wand was broken.

Later in the show, Bill introduced his rabbit, Gus.

Gus displayed his own magical talent…

…by correctly identifying the card a volunteer had picked.

Photo of the KABOOM!, Oooh, Ahhh Now: 3 July 2011

We interrupt the usual delayed timeline to bring you these unusually timely photos.  Happy Fourth of July!

The Dexter area’s tranquility was shattered last night by the always well-attended fireworks show at Hudson Mills Metropark.

I’d never been inside the park for the fireworks, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.  I got an idea, though, when I was told to show up at 6pm if I wanted a decent parking spot inside the park.  (The fireworks start at 10pm.)  This turned out to be excellent advice.

What do you do when you’re going to wait four hours for a fireworks show?  You bring comfortable chairs and tasty food, and you enjoy the park’s amenities.

Hudson Mills includes an excellent playground.

One of the sand volleyball courts didn’t have a net, so a number of kids repurposed it as a very large sandbox.

Some kids took the opportunity to declare their independence from instructions and rules.

(Actually, as far as I could tell, that hill wasn’t actually off-limits until the fireworks started: the launch site was just a bit beyond those trees.  But the photo opportunity was too good to refuse.)

The Bearclaw Coffee van did an extraordinarily brisk business.  The line you see here was as short as it got.

For those inclined to lose a little bit of hearing, there was live music.

A number of vendors were selling various light-up trinkets like necklaces, swords and mohawks.  They weren’t too interesting in the daylight, but when the sun went down, they became a prime target for a strange-looking long exposure photo.

Finally, the fireworks started.  Hudson Mills puts on a great show.

The finale was crazy enough to give me slightly overexposed photos…

But that also provided a look at the smoke produced by all those launches.

Photo of the Softball State Semifinal Now: 17 June 2011

With its blowout victory over Grand Rapids South Christian, Milan softball earned its first-ever trip to the state championships at Bailey Park in Battle Creek.  In the semifinal, the Big Reds faced Saginaw Swan Valley.

With a 4-0 lead and two outs in the seventh inning, the Milan pitcher got the Swan Valley batter to hit a harmless fly ball to left field…

…ending the game and sending the ecstatic Big Reds to their first-ever state championship game.

And again, the Big Reds sang the fight song to the crowd.