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Every time I’ve had the pleasure and the privilege of attending a show at Black Ensemble Theatre, once the experience has sunken in and I’ve had time to think about what I witnessed, I realize something. I realize that Jackie Taylor—actress, singer, writer, historian, founder of the Theater, and writer and director of this production, Blue Eyed Soul Sung by Brown Eyed People—is also a sneaky teacher, which is the best kind of teacher.

Because every show I’ve seen at Black Ensemble Theater, after I’ve gotten over the wonderful performances of equally wonderful music, after I’ve stopped tapping my toe and singing along but have not stopped smiling, I realize that Jackie Taylor has taught me something. She’s made history—and learning—not just immersive and impressive and relatable and digestible. She’s made it joyful.

But that’s just part of Ms. Taylor’s secret formula. Her audiences can’t help but be invested when presented with art that is historically significant, but that is also emotionally significant—I bet one or two or ten of these songs brings back a memory, a feeling, or a moment for each and every member of the audience. And this audience can’t help but be awed when artist after artist presents this historical and emotional art so skillfully and so joyfully.

I keep using that word. Joyfully. Joyful. Joy. Joy is the feeling I get the moment I walk into the Black Ensemble Theatre’s foyer. It’s a community. A joyful community is what I feel I’m part of as I’m shown my seat (an aisle mate of mine mentioned how there’s not a bad seat in the house; as true here as anyplace I’ve been).

And joy is the feeling I got as Blue Eyed Soul Sung by Brown Eyed People began. The band is killer. Even though I’m a musician myself, if I wasn’t watching the four of them play, I wouldn’t guess it’s just a four piece. Conducted by musical director Robert Reddrick who’s also front and center at the drumkit, Adam Sherrod on piano paints with a wide palette of sounds—smooth electric piano, sacred organ, sensual keys. Oscar Brown Jr. on guitar adds more—effortless soul, reverberating rockabilly, Spanish classical, psychedelic fuzz. And Walter Bass—on bass—brings the hook to so many of the songs they perform, the hook that has hooked millions of listeners for generations now, and for generations to come.

Yes, the songs. I won’t give too much away, but you’ll hear songs sung by Dolly. And Whitney. And Mariah. And Christina. And Tommy. And Tom.

The songs are sung by Black Ensemble Theatre’s talented ensemble. Vincet Jordan—who transformed into Chuck Berry in a previous production on Berry’s life and work—shows his range, from falsetto to harmonies to duet partner to charismatic frontman. LaRon Jones has a stunning voice, and he gets song after song that seem written to show it off. Taryn Welch’s voice also left me stunned—I’m still trying to figure out how she pulled off one extended run. Trequon Tate and Dennis Dent provided humor and charm and spot-on backing vocals, alongside Raeven Carrol.

It's Carrol who provided one of the understated highlights of the show. “If I should stay, I would only…” She begins a classic song, a song everyone knows. She sings it tenderly and warmly and beautifully, as it was meant to be sung. Then she’s joined by, and overtaken by Britt Edwards—who has so many wonderful moments throughout the show—and this song is one where Edwards SINGS, because that’s what someone has to do if they sing this song.

So, Edwards SINGS. As good of a performance of this song as you’ll hear. But then there’s Carrol’s voice, back again. Tender and warm and as beautiful as Edwards’ voice. Each voice perfectly their own.

And these two singers, and the entire cast and crew, show you that this song—and any great song—is one that can be sung by different voices, in different ways, and it will always be a great song that can be sung and shared and bring joy.

Come listen and sing along, smile and learn, and be part of a joyful community at Black Ensemble Theatre’s production of Blue Eyed Soul Sung by Brown Eyed People, now until November 10.

Black music in the 1980’s was transformative. It was the decade where Black music exploded in diversity and influence. It broke down racial barriers in popular music, with Black artists topping the charts and influencing artists across genres. Black music embraced new music technology; pioneering techniques used in popular music today. It provided a powerful platform for social commentary, giving voice to Black experiences in America.

Writer-Director Daryl D. Brooks takes us back to the 1980’s with his time machine, if you plan on taking the trip, pack your dancing shoes and be ready to party “all night long”.

The premise is simple, Derrick Taylor (an entertaining Brandon Lewis) a High School senior must do a research project on music of the 1980’s. He knows absolutely nothing about the 1980’s or its music. He solicits the help of his eccentric inventor Uncle Mike (the always excellent Thee Ricky Harris) who just happens to have been working on a time machine, and what a time machine it is.

Dominating the stage is a boombox perched atop a turntable. This colossal creation by Set Designer Denise Karczewski instantly transports us to the vibrant 1980s, a decade synonymous with bold statements and larger-than-life living. It evokes the era of Flava Flav's iconic clock necklace, where oversized accessories and shoulder-padded garments ruled the fashion scene.

Britt Edwards in The Time Machine: A Tribute to the 80’s

This set design isn't just a visual spectacle; it's a subtle commentary on the era's emphasis on conspicuous consumption. The sheer size of the boombox hints at a time when material possessions played a significant role in expressing success and individuality.

The music in Act 1 reflects the diverse sounds of the 1980s, including funk, soul, and hip-hop.

It features artists like Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam, Soul to Soul, Prince, Sheila E, Morris Day & The Time, Keith Sweat, and New Edition. Act 2 opens with movie theme songs, which were popular in the 1980s. It also introduces rap music, which was beginning to gain popularity at the time. The music also features slow jams and artists like Al B. Sure, DeBarge, Sade, Force MDs,  Whitney Houston, and Michael Jackson.

This exceptionally cast show boasts several unforgettable performances:

Jaitee delivers a captivating triple threat, embodying Bobby Brown, Keith Sweat, and even Run with remarkable ease. Micah Alyce stuns as both Lisa Lisa and Irene Cara, showcasing her versatility.

Vincent Jordan commands the stage as Morris Day, LL Cool J, and Al B. Sure, proving his acting range.

Jared Brown shines as Prince, effortlessly transitioning to El DeBarge and Ricky Bell. The dynamic duo of Britt Edwards and Vu brings Denise Williams, Whitney Houston, and Salt-N-Pepa to life, showcasing their vocal and dance talents. Issac Ray energizes the stage as Kurtis Blow, while Ben Izlar Jr. delivers a vocally stunning performance as Johnny Gill. Isaiah Engram brings power and charisma to Rob Base and Ronnie Devoe, and Miciah Lathan flawlessly embodies both Queen Latifah and Chaka Khan. Ama Kuwonu's graceful portrayal of Sade adds another layer of brilliance to the production.

My one criticism, I would have liked Madonna to have been more prominent in this production. She was the embodiment of 80s culture. You couldn’t go to a club in New York without seeing her or hearing her music.

Fueling this musical time machine is the masterful Music Director, Robert Reddrick. With his keen ear and dedication, he has meticulously recreated the authentic sounds of the featured songs of the 1980s’. Joining him on this sonic journey is a stellar band, bringing the music to life with their expertise. Adam Sherrod weaves his magic on the keyboard. Eric Troy, Sr. adds rich textures to the organ.

Myron Cherry keeps the beat solid on drums. Oscar Brown, Jr electrifies the guitar and Walter Harrington anchors the sound with the bass. Together, this talented team forms the engine that propels the audience through a musical journey across time.

Christopher Chase Carter’s choreography was sharp and tight. The moves were complicated and very well executed. He obviously researched the era and the dance styles.  It paid off well, the choreography was beautiful.

Marquecia Jordan's costumes reflected the 1980's aesthetic, with a heavy use of sequins, the colors were bold, and they were accessorized according to the era. Big Chains, Big Earrings…. Loud!

Black artists' success challenged the status quo, their innovative sounds became the new mainstream, and their powerful messages resonated with a global audience. The 1980s became a decade where Black music wasn't just popular, it was transformative.

The Time Machine: A Tribute to the 80’s is more than just a musical revue; it's a time capsule capturing the raw energy, cultural impact, and enduring legacy of 80s music."

Highly Recommended

When: Through April 14, 2024

Where: 4450 N. Clark

Running time: 2 hours, 30 minutes

Tickets: $56.50 - $66.50  Info at www.blackensemble.org.

It was 1982 in America, and premiering on Broadway was "Pump Boys & Dinettes," a show recalling the "good ole days" of the South (for some).

While it doesn' have much of a plot, if you enjoy escapist theatre with a country and western feel, this is the show for you. The original cast—Debra Monk, Cass Morgan, John Foley, Mark Hardwick, John Schimmel and Jim Wann—created Pump Boys, and though it was nominated for a Tony Award for Best Musical, it was up against “Joseph and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat,” “Nine,” and "Dreamgirls," the fictionalized tale of the Supremes which pretty much swept up the awards.

The original "Pump Buys & Dinettes" closed after 573 performances, then went quietly into obscurity until someone mounted a version in 1984 at Chicago's Apollo Theatre on Lincoln Avenue, where it ran for nearly five years, closing in July 1989 following 1,976 performances and selling 600,000 tickets. 

So Porchlight has chosen a likely winner with this revival. But its original all-white cast and its setting in the 1950s—when filling stations and diners in the South notoriously discriminated against people of color—demanded a dramatic revamp 30 years later. Porchlight has done just that. 

Under the direction Daryl Brooks, a name you may know from The Black Ensemble Theater, this cast gives a lively energetic jolt of life lessons, foibles and desires by way of country western songs. The genius of Brooks was in casting an inter-racial group of people to play the pump boy and dinettes, thereby making it a broadly American Musical.  

Shantel Cribbs (Prudie, above right) and Melanie Loren (Rhetta, center opposite Ian Paul Custer) are cast as The Cupp sisters, proud owners of the Double Cupp Diner. Prudie, the more sentimental of the two sisters sings the torch song “The Best Man,” while Rhetta lays down the law with her fiery “Be Good or Be Gone.” The two create a melancholy moment with the surprisingly tender song “Sister,” but not before explaining what it is a waitress want, “Tips.”

These women have phenomenal voices and acting abilities. The Cupp Sisters also provided percussion by way of salt boxes, washboards, pie tins, basically anything that is handy and could make a sound.

As to the boys, they not only pump gas and fix cars, but they are also accomplished instrumentalists. Ian Paul Custer on rhythm guitar as Jim, is our tour guide and leader of the Pump Boys. He engages the audience with his down-home charm whether he’s singing about “Taking it Slow” or reminiscing about childhood memories with his "Mamaw."

On lead guitar is the handsome heartthrob Jackson played by the equally handsome Billy Rude. His “Mona“ is a hilarious but sweet crush on a Walmart clerk. His energy is infectious as is his comedic timing. Rafe Bradford is pump boy Eddie. What makes Eddie such a fun character is he seldom speaks but says a great deal with his facial expressions while playing his bass guitar. L.M (Ladies Man) is the co-owner of the filling station, a role played for everything it’s worth by Frederick Harris, a first-rate musical comedy actor. One of the funniest songs is done by LM. I won’t spoil it by giving it away.

"Pump Boys and Dinettes” is at its best when the entire company is working together. Thanks to Music Director Robert Reddrick, Choreographer/Costume & Wig Designer Rueben Echoles, and Director Daryl Brooks, they work together beautifully. As a gift to the original creators, I suggest a brand new 40th anniversary cast album. This deserves to be heard more than once.

About the set: If you’re like me and you peek into a diner before going in, you would have noticed a picture of that country western star Lil Nas X hanging on the wall. It's a safe bet the original Double Cupp Cafe would not be listed in the Negro Motorist Green Book published by Victor Hugo Green for African American travelers, on seeing Lil Nas X, that prop immediately signaled to me that this wasn’t my grandaddy’s “Pump Boys and Dinettes” – this was gonna be something different.

In fact the set for Porchlight’s production of “Pump Boys & Dinettes” is outright gorgeous. This set was so fully realized, I could smell the coffee coming from the kitchen. Going out on a limb, it’s probably the best set you’re going to see this season. An explosion of color and neon lights, all beautifully lit by Denise Karczewski, the view of Sydney Lynne’s 1950’s retro art deco diner and filling station is worth the price of admission. Karczewski changes the lighting design from song to song, creating a different effect depending on the tempo and subject of the number.

Porchlight Theatre's Pump Boys & Dinettes is at The Ruth Page Center for the Arts, 1016 N. Dearborn through December 12. 
Created by John Foley, Mark Hardwick, Debra Monk, Cass Morgan, John Schimmel, Jim Wann Directed by Daryl Brooks
Music direction by Robert Reddrick
Choreographed by Rueben D. Echoles
Thursdays at 7 pm
Fridays at 8 pm
Saturdays at 3 pm and 8 pm
Sundays at 2 pm
Thru December 12th

These days, the antihero has become the new hero. Talented, but tortured. Acclaimed, but complicated. We have gotten to a point in culture where those we place upon pedestals are not just allowed to be, but expected to be, both ingenious and imperfect. And I’m fine with that; seeing my heroes as humans not only makes them more relatable, but more real and much more fascinating.

One of music’s true heroes – and a legend we lost at age 90 in the past year – gets this realistic treatment in Black Ensemble Theater’s Hail, Hail Chuck: A Tribute to Chuck Berry, written by L. Maceo Ferris. That’s not to say that the show, directed by Daryl D. Brooks, isn’t a delightful musical production, because it is. But instead of simply focusing on the beloved songs Chuck Berry left us, we get a look at the man who made the music.

We see Chuck’s childhood as a deacon’s son – which, coming from this son of a preacher man, can lead to a far from perfect adulthood – and his run-ins with the law. We witness a young Chuck struggle against racial inequality, both while touring through the Jim Crow South and right at home in St. Louis, as well as the unfair practices of record labels and managers. But while these episodes might explain the famously curmudgeonly man Mr. Berry became, especially later in life, they do nothing to dampen the pure joy his music brought to the world.

And that music! That rock and roll music!

That music is played, and played perfectly, by a band led by musical director and drummer Robert Reddrick. The band performs above the stage, so we see and appreciate every note, every backbeat. Oscar Brown fires off those licks we all know, those riffs that Chuck invented, with all the virtuosity and attitude you’d desire. Gary Baker and Mark Miller hold it down on rhythm guitar and bass, respectively. And Adam Sherrod is a highlight on keyboards, not just playing the piano parts of Johnny Johnson, but of Jerry Lee Lewis and Fats Domino, as well.

But in front of the band, in front of the mic, is the man. Or men, as we get an older Chuck as narrator, performer, and actor, played by Lyle Miller. Miller’s got the look – the sideburns, the sequined shirts, the pigeon-toed strut – and he’s also got the musical chops, as vocally he kills it. But what he brings most of all is that pure joy. Chuck, despite his difficulties as a man, was always the ultimate performer. And Miller brings that, a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his, admittedly, aged step.

What Chuck might have lost in spryness when he got older, the young Chuck always had, and that is what Vincent Jordan provides us as Berry in his earlier years. A lanky, cocky, duck-walking “black man playing hillbilly music,” Jordan has the confidence that Chuck had, that Chuck had to have, as he played as an underage prisoner, as an unknown in a St. Louis nightclub, and as an unsigned talent at Chicago’s legendary Chess Records. He had it, and he knew it. What I didn’t know, what I couldn’t have known, is that Jordan was a last-minute fill-in for the role, having had only days to learn the part, learn the songs, learn to be Chuck Berry. If he’d prepared his whole life to play Chuck, I’d have applauded Jordan’s performance. But to learn he did so in less than a week, now that’s something special.

Also special is the rest of the cast. As younger and older versions of Chuck’s longtime musical partner and pianist, Johnny Johnson, Rueben Echoles and Kelvin Davis bring humanity and humor. And it’s nice that Ferris’ script works to rectify the decades Johnson spent receiving little to no recognition for his hand in making the man we know as Chuck Berry. Jeff Wright plays two important roles in Chuck’s legend. First, he plays Leonard Chess, the Chicago label owner who made Chuck famous, and himself very wealthy in the process, as well as a sneering, leering Keith Richards, one of many white men who built careers on reworking what Chuck had invented. Dwight Neal was a particular favorite of mine, also handling dual roles. His Muddy Waters howls and growls the 1950s electrified Chicago blues, while his Fats Domino is regal, tickling the ivories to “Blue Monday.”

The rest of the ensemble is impressive, too. Kylah Williams is affecting as Chuck’s loyal and long-suffering wife Themetta. Cynthia Carter brings additional joy and humor each time she graces the stage. And Trequon Tate is great as a late-period Bo Diddley, leading the audience in a singalong.

And that’s what this show is all about, really: the songs, and how the audience loves them, how everyone loves them. Old and young, black and white, nobody could stay still as those frolicking riffs were played and those transporting lyrics were sung. And while Jackie Taylor’s Black Ensemble Theater does look at some of the more honest and serious aspects of Chuck Berry’s life, it is almost impossible to make human the kind of hero, the kind of superhuman who could write those songs and perform them. Hail, hail Chuck Berry. Hail, hail Black Ensemble Theater. And hail, hail rock and roll.

Hail, Hail Chuck: A Tribute to Chuck Berry is being performed at Black Ensemble Theater through April 1st. For more show information, visit blackensembletheater.org.