The fun began on March 11, 2012 when we read the program. With a perfectly straight face we read:
Cast of Characters
Major-General - F. Lawrence Ewing
â€¨Pirate King - Charles Martin
Samuel - Chris Shuford
â€¨Frederic - Andy Truett
Sergeant - Jonathan Spencer
Mabel - Jennifer Ashworth
Edith - Kelly Powers
Kate - Eliza Leoni
Isabel - Brenna MacIlvaine
Ruth - Diane D'Angelo
Chorus of Pirates, Daughters, and Policemen – The Audience
Here’s the setup. Most of the stage is filled with the full Lamplighter’s orchestra, led by Pirate-Maestro Baker Peeples. The narrow strip left in front has a couple of knee-high “rocks” representing the obstacle encountered by Major-General Stanley’s daughters when they go “Climbing over rocky mountains” – and later serving as hiding places for pirates and/or policemen. All of which leaves a somewhat limited acting area for the various principals and chorus members.
The Presentation Theater in on the campus of the University of San Francisco and has 468 seats. Not many of those seats were empty, so the chorus must have been close to 400. No way are they going to fit 400 more people on that stage! Not to worry. Before the show started Maestro Peeples faced the audience and laid down a very few ground rules such as
ï»¿Stay in Your Seats, and
ï»¿Respect Your Neighbor’s Space.
He did not tell us to stay within our voice range – rather the opposite.
“We’re counting on you for all of the chorus parts, of course. But feel free to accompany any or all of the soloists. Gender is no barrier. If one of you brawny basses have a yen to assist Jennifer Ashworth in singing Mabel’s lyric
ï»¿Poor wandering one,
ï»¿If such poor love as mine,
ï»¿Can help thee find,
ï»¿True peace of mind,
ï»¿Why take it, it is thine,
go for it. What’s a couple of octaves between friends? Same for you coloratura sopranos who agree with Charles Martin that
ï»¿It is, it is a glorious thing to be a Pirate King.
Peeples turns to the orchestra for a brisk rendition of the overture while I restrain my inclination to hum the familiar melodies, but immediately the stage lights go up he whips around to lead 400 voices in
ï»¿Pour, oh pour the pirate sherry!
ï»¿Fill, oh, fill the pirate glass!
ï»¿And to make us more than merry,
ï»¿Let the pirate bumper pass.
And, even though it’s Samuel’s solo, most of us join Chris Shuford and continue with
ï»¿For to-day our pirate ‘ prentice
ï»¿Rises from indentures freed.
ï»¿Strong his arm and keen his scent is;
ï»¿He’s a pirate now indeed!
As some of you may know, I was born and raised a Savoyard. From as far back as I remember, there was always a book or two of Gilbert and Sullivan selections on top of our big old square piano. Any time my mother (and later, one of us children) would sit down and start playing and singing, any family member would join her voice and probably wander over next to the piano. Without making any conscious effort I absorbed and memorized most of the words to most of the arias in the Pirates and other popular G & S operas back when my brain was young and blank. Even today, when I have to check my calendar to remember which opera I saw last week, I can sing every word of Frederic’s part of his lovely second-act duet with Mabel:
ï»¿Ah, must I leave thee here
ï»¿In endless night to dream,
ï»¿Where all is dark and drear,
ï»¿And sorrow all supreme.
ï»¿Where nature day by day
ï»¿Will sing in altered tone
ï»¿This weary round-de-lay,
ï»¿ “He loves thee, he is gone,
ï»¿ Fa la la, fa la la.
ï»¿ He loves thee, he is gone –
ï»¿ Fa la la, la la la, la la.”
[As a self-test, I typed the above strictly from memory. Alas, I am not perfect. When I check it against the actual opening-night lyrics, two short words are wrong and we disagree as to the proper number of “la’s” – I must be getting really old!].
But my G & S knowledge is primarily of the arias. I swear most of our chorus knew every line of the opera, including the dialog. For example immediately after the drinking song above the libretto shows the following:
KING Yes, Frederick, from to-day you rank as a full-blown member of our band.
Well, you should have heard the roar that articulated the last word – from every section of the auditorium.
The whole cast entered into the spirit of the thing. Mabel’s entrance a bit later really set the tone. Frederic has just finished his plea for love and General Stanley’s daughters respond in song and recitif:
ALL Alas, there’s not one maiden here
Whose homely face and bad complexion
Have caused all hope to disappear
of ever winning man’s affection.
FREDERIC (In despair). Not one?
ALL No, no, not one.
FREDERIC Not one?
ALL No, no!
MABEL (entering) Yes one!
ALL ‘Tis Mabel!
MABEL Yes, ‘tis Mabel
Jennifer Ashworth has entered from the rear of the auditorium and trips gaily down the aisle singing Mabel’s two lines and spreading that last “Mabel” over about ten seconds of trills and frills. Most of the audience is singing along with her, albeit a bit tentatively as we’re not always precisely sure what note to be singing when. Halfway up the steps to the stage, Ashworth pauses, gives a final twirl to her parasol, turns to us with an encompassing gesture and says, “C’mon, you can do better than that!” Maestro Peeples obliges, Mabel repeats her last line, and this time we’re all giving it our best shot. And we don’t stop as she continues in her show-stopping Poor wandering one solo. Even the orchestra was smiling - impossible as that may sound for an oboe player.
And so it continued for a delightful, delicious, fun-filled two and a half hours. Plus, as a special intermission feature costume judging contests for adults and for children. Some of the adult’s were quite ingenious.
The little girls were adorable Mabels and Ruths, and the little boys were fearsome Pirates.
As I said at the beginning, “Fun: Pure unadulterated fun.”
. . . . . Alas, due to an untimely stay in the hospital, it is now more than two weeks since I started writing this review, and the last of three performances has come and gone. But cheer up. It’s less than four years to Frederick’s next birthday on Monday, February 29, 2016. I fully expect the Lamplighter’s to continue their tradition and hold a birthday singalong for him on a nearby Sunday. And I fully intend to be there!
Except as noted, photos by Joanne Kay
All quotes are from The First Night GILBERT and SULLIVAN by Reginald Allen, Heritage Press, 1958