California spends more money to incarcerate its citizens than to educate them -- sort of a fail-'em-then-jail-'em policy. Despite studies that prove the earlier you spend money the more effective it is, right-wing politicians insist on cutting money for early intervention. In response to the epidemic of incarceration, 848 Community Space presents "Criminal Minded," a visual-and-performance art show. The visuals go on display Thursday, April 11, and will be in place for a month. The performances take place Friday, April 12 (including work by Medea Project, Gail Wilson, and Misha Myers), and Saturday, April 13 (Yroko, Med-O, Avotcja, and others). Myers, one of the curators of the show, says that whole classes of people in the U.S. are criminalized because of their identities (age, gender, race ... you know the rest). She hopes the show "will bring many levels and perspectives to the conversation about crime and criminals." Call 922-2385.
On a Lighter Note
My mother was a musical-comedy performer before she married. She never lost her love for musicals. In our house, everybody knew the numbers and sang the songs, so I grew up thinking that musical comedy was a realistic art form. The glorious time of the Broadway musical is past, alas. But 42nd St. Moon is doing its part to reclaim lost treasures, so I ask its producer/director, Greg MacKellan, "What happened to the musical?" He explains that money is a big part of the problem: "It's so expensive to mount musicals. I don't believe the talent is gone. There are people writing who can't get their shows produced." Until those shows appear, 42nd St. Moon will continue to offer concert productions of missing musicals from the golden age. This season starts with Silk Stockings, Cole Porter's last Broadway show, which may have been lost because it was such a huge success as a film (starring Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse). "People expect it to be a big dance play, because of the movie," MacKellan continues, "but the stage play doesn't call for that." The show does have a great Porter score, and a "very peculiar title song that sounds like it was written by a fetishist." Now how can you miss that? Call 861-8972.
A Modest Proposal
I spend a bit of time at the theater -- which means I spend an inordinate time waiting to use the loo. While my sisters and I wait, the men's room stands vacant. It is time to use theater volunteers to liberate the men's room. Surely an usher could stand guard, protecting the same-sex sanctity of the room while enabling the women to get on with it. This is no small problem; I'm certain, however, that my suggestion would be cheaper than investing in new plumbing.