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Local Mariachi and salsa acts like
Caliente and Lo Nuestro pulled hun
dreds of fans to their summer shows
with ease.
Laura Niles, Business and Commu
nication Relations Manager for the Hult
Center, said overall turnout has been
high despite a diminishing budget.
"Since the mid 90s all the budgets
for all the city arenas have been cut
dramatically," she said. "And because
artist fees go up and expenses go up
we don't always have the same num
ber of performances each year."
Promotional efforts have also been
compromised, but Niles said that
with more feedback from the campus
population, the summer concert se
ries would flourish.
"Our desire is to reach out to stu
dents and it's not happening," she said.
"It would be helpftil for us to know
where we might be falling down or
where we need improvements."
Niles is confident that in the end,
the concert series' purpose will be
served.
"In the past, it's worked very well
because of accessibility. People are
able to transport themselves to an en
tire summer of activities."
Unfortunately all of this summer's
multicultural shows are already over,
but next year the park series will re
turn with more jazz, blues, hip-hop
and world music.
In the meantime, if you're looking
to hear some light symphonic music,
particularly for wind and brass, head
out to Wasburn Park any Sunday up
until September 12. Shows start at
6:30 P.M.
Kevin Miller is a freelance reporter
for the Emerald.
Erik R. Bishoff Online & Photo Editor
Classical group the Sweet Winds performed at Washburne Park on Sunday, August 1,
as part of the Library, Recreation and Cultural Services Department’s series of
summer concerts.
PLAY
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weather and health, she is still a crass
guttersnipe at heart. The reactions of
Mrs. Higgins and Mrs. Eynsford Hill
played by Suzanne Bunker and Eliza
beth Siegel were just as priceless as
Eliza's deadpan blunders.
The highlight of the musical was
the "Get Me To the Church On
Time" number. Patrick Torelle
played Alfred Doolittle, Eliza's
loutish, drunkard father with preci
sion. His animated expressions and
frolics deserved the spotlight during
the song. However, the complete en
semble cast dressed as street
dwelling paupers and the orchestra,
conducted by James Paul, made this
otherwise useless scene the most
memorable of the entire show.
"My Fair Lady" has no business
being almost three hours long.
However the song and dance are
what pull the story forward, allow
ing us to forget the musical's length.
The show opens at the Hult Center
Friday, Aug. 6 with only four per
formances. Ticket prices range from
$22 to $48 and can be purchased at
the Hult Center box office.
Kenneth Mendribil is a freelance
reporter for the Emerald.
RECORDS
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collection there was in such disarray
as to be unnavigable. Only a fool
would make the attempt, and I would
never be considered anyone's fool.
This left us with two Goodwills,
another St. Vincent's and a Salvation
Army. Planning the rout, 1 decided
to begin with the Seneca Street
Goodwill, go next door the St. Vin
ny's, then out to the Salvation Army
and end the journey at the Coburg
Street Goodwill. Looking back, I
must say it was a sublimely brilliant
plan of action, though at the time I
had no idea what horrors would un
fold. After collecting our supplies
(coffee and driving music, both es
sential items) we began our journey.
The first Goodwill was simple to tra
verse, with the records stacked in
piles that were easy to sort through.
But the simplicity of the search
proved deceiving, as there was sim
ply nothing of substance or quality.
I left disheartened, the opening
chapter of my expedition already an
abject failure.
Our search moved to the St. Vin
cent's, and there met with more suc
cesses. Though the record selection re
quired a more tenacious approach to
search through, the work was fruitful.
Beginning with a Robin Williams al
bum from the 1980s (when he was
funny and probably on coke) I found
a dazzling array of music from the
past 40 years of popular culture.
Avant-garde classical, folk rock, surf
music and a variety of oddities from
long gone and more recent past filled
my coffers, though the Great White
Album still eluded me. By chance, I
came across an empty sleeve for "Sgt.
Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band."
Taking it as a sign, I purchased the
sleeve for a paltry price. I left the store
feeling weary yet satisfied.
We crossed town to our next des
tination, the city's sole Salvation
Army outlet. This time the selection
proved more difficult. The records
were stacked on a dozen shelves
reaching from the floor up seven
feet. I soon found that there was no
position in which I could search
through these records with comfort.
But some early finds from Jimmy
Buffett and Jackson Brown hardened
my resolve and I went at my monot
onous work with zeal.
It was during this search that I be
gan to contemplate the nature of my
surroundings. Second-hand stores
collect the cultural detritus of half a
century, dealing away the broken
and the discarded to the undiscern
ing consumer. Having examined so
much of the record stock in these
places, I had begun to notice pat
terns. The bins and shelves where
full of what was once, for a fleeting
moment, popular. Much of the
music was soulless, substanceless
garbage that had once been cher
ished but would probably never see
the light of day again. This place was
truly where trends went to die. I con
templated what artists might end up
in this pop culture graveyard within
the next 20 years.
Some quality did slip through the
cracks though, good music that had
enjoyed mass popularity or had
been caught up in some trend-of
the-moment. Astoundingly well
produced disco, bossa nova collec
tions, baroque pop, soulful country
and a variety of once-trendy world
music. I gathered these morsels with
helpless abandon. But soon the
search became too difficult for even
my hardy spirit. My fingers ached
from record flipping and my neck
was in such pain that I worried it
would have to be amputated. Taking
my purchases, I moved on to my
next location.
The final Goodwill proved to be as
fruitless as the first. Weary and feeling
sharp pangs of hunger, I returned
home with my bounty. Though I had
found much of worth, the Great
White Album still eluded me. Maybe
it was only a myth. Wrapped in
melancholy, I put my CD version on
the stereo and dreamed of what could
have been.
ryannyburg@dailyemerald.com
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