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February
24, 2000
Kurt Weill wrote songs that laugh to keep from crying. The orphaned "Happy End" inspired some of his best.
by
Rob Kendt
I
hate playing favorites and composing "best of" lists, and I
studiously avoided the temptation last year to engage in such fast-food
journalism as a new century and a new millennium supposedly dawned on us
(that's next year, if you please).
But
it's an irresistible proposition, just given the dates: Kurt Weill, born in
1900 and dead by 1950, whose greatest popularity has come in the 50 years
since, was the definitive composer of the 20th century.
Alex
Ross recently gave this distinction, ambivalently, to the maddening ironist
Richard Strauss in the pages of The New Yorker. Last year's Gershwin
and Ellington centennials made a good case for those quintessential American
masters, and there may be others on someone's short list--Stravinsky,
Schoenberg, Lennon & McCartney, and so on.
But
my vote is with Weill, not only because he set out, with the populist idealism
of so many of the century's artists, to bridge so-called high culture and
popular media, but because of the peculiarly creative and insistently
individual way he did so (and, movingly, continued to do so even after his
idealism was tested by the Nazis, by years of flight from his native Germany,
and by the exacting demands of Broadway and Hollywood, which reluctantly embraced
this eager Weimar emigre). The body of work he produced across two continents
over a period of about 25 years may seem, on the surface, a mongrel catalogue
of gratuitously sophisticated foxtrots, marches, tangos, and chorales for a
variety of performance media. But behind it all was a singular human voice, a
defiantly tender and laughing-to-keep-from-crying voice, which still sings to
us across the din of the painful, ebullient century that's passing.
Weill
did not create a genre or a school, though theatre music since 1928's The
Threepenny Opera owes him a debt. Weill went his own often lonely way, between
highbrows who scorned him for tunefulness and the wary gatekeepers of the
century's burgeoning mass media, to whom Weill made his share of similarly wary
concessions. Indeed, if he were the subject of a VH-1 "Behind the Music"
segment, the tearjerking comeback part would be his vindication as a Broadway
tunesmith, with such hits as Lady in the Dark and One Touch of
Venus.
It was bittersweet triumph, though, for as masterful as those popular American
scores were, they pale next to both his earlier collaborations with Bertolt
Brecht and Georg Kaiser and later works like Lost in the Stars, his last complete
score.
Though he famously claimed not to care about posterity--he was writing for his own time, he insisted--it was his posthumous popularity, spearheaded by his widow, Lotte Lenya, that earned him a wide audience for his best music on its own terms, and has led to a reevaluation of his entire body of work, from the ballets to the burlesques, from the protest songs to the caf confections. His centennial, which comes on Mar. 2, is occasion for wistful celebration of a short, intense career that pulsed at the heart of a troubled century.
Apropos
"Behind the Music," the famously contentious collaboration with
Brecht would provide the brilliant-but-troubled creative partnership required
of any music bio. With the controversial poet/dramatist Weill created, among
other works, The Threepenny Opera, The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny, and later the ballet
with songs The Seven Deadly Sins.
Among
the strangest of Weill's Brechtian projects was 1929's Happy End--strange because it
wasn't written by Brecht per se but cobbled together by his assistant Elisabeth
Hauptmann under the pseudonym "Dorothy Lane," and because it was staged
for just a few performances in Weill's lifetime. Its haphazard assembly and
truncated stage life reflected the Marxist Brecht's passive-aggressive reaction
to commercial success: The producer of the wildly popular Threepenny, Ernst Josef Aufricht,
wanted another made-to-order hit from the team, and Brecht-cum-Hauptmann
obliged with a feeble gangsters-vs.-Salvation Army narrative which bored Berlin
audiences until late in the third act, when Helene Wiegel, an actress who had
just married Brecht, reportedly disrupted the premiere with an out-of-character
Marxist screed, delivered directly to the audience.
Not
quite lost in the shuffle, thankfully, were Happy End's extraordinary songs,
which represent the apotheosis of Brecht and Weill's Berlin style, from the
torchy cri de coeur "Surabaya-Johnny" to the prickly ragtime
"Bilbao Song." More than its infamous production history, the show's
songs have sustained interest in the show. Weill himself later wanted to rework
the songs into a spiel--a sort of staged song-cycle--but knew it would mean
"endless trouble" with Brecht, with whom he eventually, and mutually,
fell out.
Happy
End
received later German revivals and recordings, but it was not until 1972, when
critic/dramaturg Michael Feingold was commissioned by Yale Repertory Theatre to
do a "free adaptation" of the original "Dorothy Lane"
libretto and the song lyrics, that the show entered wide circulation, at least
in English. Feingold transformed the original German script, which he has called
"a desperately casual makeshift," into a lean, light book musical
that reflects Brecht's salient inspiration--American gangster films--and, most
importantly, frames the songs unobtrusively, with English lyrics that are
suitably idiomatic and unbowdlerized.
To
celebrate the Weill centennial, though, a pair of Los Angeles-based artists
have made it their mission to give the Happy End score its due in a way
that would reflect its initial inspiration--to give it even more consideration,
in fact, than Brecht or Aufricht did.
"We
spent a year conceptualizing it," said Weba Garretson, a punk/cabaret
performer who, along with director Randee Trabitz, is the driving force behind
a new production of Happy End which opens this week at the Museum of
Contemporary Art's Geffen branch. "A lot of it had to do with working with
the book--to compress it, use fewer actors, and still tell the story."
The
result is a radically reworked script, with four performers taking on 19 roles,
eight musicians tackling the thorny, lovely score, scary puppets, and projected
video and film clips, all sprawled across 22,000 square feet of MOCA's gallery
space.
"A
lot of times when you see a Brecht and Weill show, it's like a museum piece,
like looking through the proscenium into a diorama of another time," said
Garretson. "We wanted to give it the kind of life and spirit that it
initially had. The irony is, to do that, we're doing it in a museum. Instead of
doing a museum piece in a theatre, we're doing a theatre piece in a
museum."
But
as much as Garretson and Trabitz felt free to tweak the book, Garretson--who'd
been performing rock-quartet arrangements of Weill songs with her band, the
Eastside Sinfonietta, for a few years--found she couldn't change a note of the
Weill score for this full production, let alone reduce the original eight-piece
band orchestrations to her quartet's talents, thanks to the stipulations of the
Weill estate.
"In
a concert version or recording, you're allowed to adapt the music,"
Garretson said. "But when you're doing a book musical, you have go by the
book. As Sinfonietta, we had created arrangements for four pieces, and that was
our creative process for two years with the material. We were hoping we could
continue in that direction, but found out we couldn't. So we had to shift
gears, and MOCA was very supportive."
So,
while she still trusts that Weill's music can be communicated effectively with
a smaller group--and indeed has been, by everyone from the Doors to Betty Carter--Garretson
said she feels that the stipulation to play the score as written "is
completely positive. The essence of what Eastside Sinfonietta learned in our
process of adapting these songs is still there; emotionally, it's in our
bodies. Now we're just expanding it. The original orchestrations are so careful
and specific, and beatiful, and to be able to give that to an audience, knowing
that they were happy to hear what we were doing with it before--who wouldn't
want to do that?"
And
who won't want to hear Chris Wells wrap his tenor around the show's ironic
hymns and juicy rags, or see Dan Gerrity insinuate his way into the role of the
hard-nosed gangster Bill Cracker, or witness the tough/fragile Elizabeth Ruscio
assay a series of roles from barmaid to urban missionary? Garretson herself
will play Hallelujah Lil, the Salvation Army soldier whose brush with the
criminal underworld leads to the show's ironically Brechtian "happy
end"--the alliance of outlaws and missionaries into a sort of
anti-capitalist army. Along with film and video by Fredrik Nilsen and Daniel
Marlos and design elements by some of L.A. theatre's best and brightest, this Happy
End
sounds more like a happening than a mere musical.
As
Weill himself wrote at the time, his Happy End songs were "badly
placed in a bad show." One may say the same of a lot of his best material.
That this centennial production--like the reevaluation his posthumous
popularity has afforded him--may set things right isn't just a happy end but a
promising new beginning.