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Walking Close To Our Roots
By Bill Varble
Medford Mail Tribune
- Life
The song floods out of the theater into the night:
Just a
closer walk with thee
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea
Michael "Hawkeye" Herman sings as people pass into
the Oregon Shakespeare Festival's New Theatre for the opening of "Handler," Robert
Schenkkan's play about redemption. Mike Fitch and Bruce McKern
lay down a shuffling country beat behind Herman's guitar.
Daily walking close to thee
Let it be, dear Lord,
let it be.
The music settles people into the space of the play, which looks
without irony at a spiritual crisis among a group of fundamentalist
snake-handlers.
Something about the song pierces the heart. It's written into
a review of the play, then cut. There's little enough space to
talk about the play itself.
The song seemed imbued with something forlorn and bottomless.
What people didn't know was that Herman's mother died the day before
the play opened.
"The hardest part for me was singing 'Just a Closer Walk
with Thee,'" Herman says.
His mother died in Iowa City, Iowa, Friday evening. Jews must
be buried within two days of death, but when a Jew dies on the
Sabbath (sunset Friday to sunset Saturday), the body is not moved
until after sunset. This meant a Monday funeral. It meant that
Herman, who had rare back-to-back days off, was able to attend
the funeral in Iowa and be back in Ashland for Wednesday's performance.
He wrote three original tunes for the play, plus new arrangements
of "Blessed Be the Tie That Binds," "Take Up the
Cross," and "The Lone White Bird."
There's something about this music. I don't care whether you're
a snake handling Pentecostalist or the hip literati, in a world
filled with empty commercial noise, this music hits something deep
and mysterious.
And roots music is on a bit of a roll just now, isn't it? The
soundtrack of "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" continues
a muscular run on the best-seller charts more than a year after
its release. The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's "Will the Circle
Be Unbroken" was just re-issued on its 30th anniversary.
Both albums feature American music not from Nashville or Hollywood
but from the wellsprings, as high and lonesome as the frost on
a Cumberland pumpkin. When the Dirt Band recruited Flatt & Scruggs,
the Carter Family, Mississippi John Hurt and Doc Watson for their
l971 classic, people thought they were crazy, but the album sold
more than 1 million copies and isn't done yet.
In a photo at Deli Down in Medford, a smiling, young John McEuen
of the Dirt Band picks and grins with a young Jerry Garcia, another
champion of this music. Garcia dredged up tunes by the likes of
Obray Ramsey and the Rev. Gary Davis and played them for more than
20 years in various incarnations of the Jerry Garcia Band when
he wasn't playing with the Grateful Dead, which itself played stretch-out
versions of some of these tunes.
The roots are deep in ancient soils. We'll never know the provenance
of "Just a Closer Walk with Thee" as we do that of "Amazing
Grace." The melody is traditional, the Iyrics by our old buddy
Anonymous.
The song probably started with African-American brass bands in
the South. It turns up more widely in the 1920s, by which time
European narrative structures and African rhythms and blues notes
were already mixing, guitars and drums were playing with pianos
and organs in Mississippi churches, and bluesmen like Thomas Dorsey
were using the term "gospel."
It's hard to think of another song recorded by Louis Armstrong,
Bob Dylan and Jim Nabors - plus Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Van
Morrison, Martin Simpson, Charlie Daniels, the Blind Boys of Alabama,
Jesse Fuller and Aubrey Ghent. It's popular among jazz artists
and has been arranged for lap steel guitar, mouthharp and accordion.
Herman's version is done in a loose country shuffle.
Tuesday in Iowa, Herman gave a eulogy and sang an old Yiddish
song, then caught a red-eye back for "Handler" and "Just
a Closer Walk with Thee." He figures his mom would be proud
of him for trooping on.
"There's a funeral on-stage every night," he says. "I'll
be playing some real blues for the next few months, on stage and
off."
You can hear the proof before the play starts and the snakes
come out:
I am weak, but thou art strong
Jesus, keep me from
all wrong.
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk
close to thee.
Handling Handler
by Molly Tinsley
Theater, The Jefferson
Monthly
We file out of the New Theatre, down Pioneer Street in stunned
silence.
At the Main Street light, the woman beside me takes a deep breath
and declares, "Pretty awesome. But don't ask me what it all
means."
The OSF production of Robert Schenkkan's Handler is spectacular-heartwrenching,
bone-chilling, and cunning in the ways it dismantles the barrier
between audience and action. Yet the play confuses even as it captivates.
It seduces us into a bizarre and dangerous labyrinth, then almost
forgets to guide us out again.
It all starts ten minutes before starting time, when the irresistible
blues guitarist, "Hawkeye" Herman, sets up at one end
of the avenue-style stage with his drummer and bassist and begins
belting out the hymn, "Close to Thee." (Let the title
be a warning.) Soon our heads are bobbing along, our feet tapping.
Meanwhile, audience members still entering the theatre mingle with
actor-worshipers arriving in their Church of the Holy Way. The
latter call out greetings to each other before settling onto benches
along the edges of the stage.
So there we are, gazing across at the other half of the audience
as if it were part of the assembling congregation, and they are
gazing at us, as if we were, when Brother Bob, the pastor appears,
offering waves and hand shakes and bear hugs to congregants and
audience alike. Then from the front of the church, Hawkeye delivers
a preliminary sermon about unwrapping candy and coughdrops before
the start of the service, after which the play officially begins,
with Brother Bob bellowing, "Welcome to the Land of the Dyin'!"
If our impulse at that moment is to shift into reverse and put
some distance between us and the proceedings, Terri uncoils a monologue
about audiences of the past, whose recorded laughter still punctuates
TV sitcoms. She pictures them "sittin' around, chucklin' and
gigglin' and elbowin' each other. Slappin' bony knees and wipin'
the tears off their bleached white skulls." Thus jerked back
into our place, we surrender to the rhythmic music, the powerful
sound effects, and the poignant, if strange story of a couple whose
marriage was strained by a double addiction--his, to alcohol, and
hers, to pious snake-handling--then broken by his accidental killing
of their child.
The acting is superb. Ken Albers as Brother Bob manages to win
us with an unpretentious, down-to-earth demeanor that tempers his
dogmatic arrogance. Robynn Rodriguez's Terri accents her religious
faith with dashes of sardonic skepticism. As her husband Geordi,
Jonathan Haugan, suffers perhaps a little too relentlessly--we
catch only a glimpse of the wild young man, whose exuberant physicality
must have once attracted Terri--but then the script does lay its
heaviest cross on him.
Act One opens with his release from prison and his reunion with
Terri, whose enduring bitterness and blame soon bump him back into
the only job he's ever been good at: sinner. He accompanies her
to church, where, in an act of desperation, he grabs a snake for
the first time, and challenges it to work its will on his fallible
flesh. The snake obliges, and Geordi dies.
Three days later at his funeral, Brother Bob is struggling to
assign some higher, divine purpose to his death when Geordi rises
from his coffin complaining of the cold. His resurrection spurs
a media onslaught, and Geordi flees into the woods with a storm
brewing.
Act Two presents Terri's search for him amidst thunder and lightning,
a midsummer nightmare clogged with seemingly random flashbacks.
Instead of characters in action, we get characters talking to themselves,
giving no sign that they grasp the implications of what they've
said. In the one full-blown, dramatic scene which might propel
the action forward, Geordi grapples with a demented survivalist
(Armando Duran) over the sociopath's abused daughter. In destroying
this man, his own worst self, and saving the child, Geordi would
seem to have taken a huge step in the direction of redemption.
Yet we see him next pitted against Terri in private, contrapuntal
monologues, as if there has been no advance: Geordi agonizes again
over the details of the daughter-killing that damned him, while
Terri recalls her first handling and how safe she felt afterward-she
was ten, and her daddy was passing out snakes "like candy." It
doesn't register on Terri that her dear father was endangering
the life of his daughter too.
Thus when Terri finds Geordi, offers him forgiveness, and invites
him to live in the "here and now" of her love, we are
as surprised as we are relieved. We have been waiting for some
turn in the action to set limits on Brother Bob's "sink-or-swim" god
of future promises, who pushes the dangerous practice of snake-handling
as a direct line to righteousness. For if churches like The Holy
Way offer the "ultimate religion," as the OSF program
coyly suggests they might, it's in the same sense that bungee jumping
offers an "ultimate sport"--a version of Russian roulette
which when survived induces an adrenalin rush that feels like salvation.
Terri's rejection of the "ultimate" in favor of the human
may seem too sudden, but, like the love she offers Geordi, it's "all
we got," our only ticket out of the tortured place the play
has taken us.
Blurbs
about Handler praise the pains playwright Schenkkan has taken not
to "condescend" to his subject matter, but
in the end, thank god, he must--acknowledge, that is, that handling
a poisonous snake once a week takes much less commitment and courage
than coexisting with a fellow human being in love and forgiveness,
minute by minute, day after day.
REVIEW OF HANDLER
by Dorothy Velasco,
Ashland Review
The good news is that "Handler" is a fascinating play.
It causes us to examine our faith by searching the depths of our
psyche. The bad news is that it closes next weekend. The Oregon
Shakespeare Festival at Ashland is presenting the west coast premiere
of this gripping play by Robert Schenkkan in the New Theatre.
Schenkkan is best known for his nine-play series, "The Kentucky
Cycle," which won a Pulitzer Prize. When he was doing research
for that series, he began learning about snake handlers. This peculiarly
American religion developed in eastern Tennessee about 1909 and
spread to several southern states. Today it has about 2,500 followers.
"Handler" isn't really about snake handlers per se.
Rather it uses them as a metaphor for the human condition. In their
church meetings, the handlers are moved to pick up poisonous snakes
and surrender their fear as a test of faith.
Geordi is married to Terri, a member of the church. He attends
services, but never handles the snakes. Geordi has been recently
released from jail and he's trying hard to stay off the bottle.
He can't hold a job, and Terri, who works as a hotel maid, barely
tolerates him.
Gradually we learn that Geordi and Terri have lost a young daughter,
and little by little we understand that when Geordi was drunk and
angry he accidentally ran over her with his truck. How can Terri
stay with him? How can she ever forgive him? How can he forgive
himself?
Can Brother Bob, the leader of the church, offer any help? Surprisingly,
Geordi picks up a rattler and it bites him in the neck. He lies
dead for two days and at his funeral he rises, brought back to
life like Lazarus. Why was he sent back? To what purpose? The mystery
will never be understood, but there appears to be little comfort
from God.
Geordi and Terri, who are expecting another child, finally realize
they can find redemption only by loving each other, and not by
counting on their prayers being answered.
The fresh ideas expressed in "Handler" are chilling,
provocative and open to vast interpretation. The production, directed
by Bill Rausch, is precisely focused, with excellent use of dreamlike
sound effects and lighting that sculpts the playing area. The avenue
seating configuration in the New Theatre makes the audience feel
like part of the congregation. These snake handlers are not as
alien as you might have them.
Above all, the acting is top rate. Jonathan Haugen as Geordi
seems born and bred to the role. He has a tough guy veneer that
thinly covers his despair and anguish. Robynn Rodriguez is equally
believable and moving as Terri. Kenneth Albers plays Brother Bob
without any gimmicks. He makes him a decent, caring man who is
searching for answers like everyone else.
Armando Duran as a moon-shiner in the woods is more frightening
than any snake, and Maya Nerenberg is convincing as a captive young
girl. The old-time music of Michael "Hawkeye" Herman,
Mike Fitch and Bruce McKern sets a toe-tapping tone in the church
meetings.
If you don't have a chance to see "Handler" at Ashland,
it's well worth catching a future production elsewhere.
This is Dorothy Velasco with the Ashland Review.
OSF play handles religious guilt and redemption
by
Bill Varble
Medford Mail Tribune
Why does Geordi handle? After all, when you pick up a huge rattlesnake,
you open a certain door.
Guilt and redemption are part of it, and good and evil, and maybe
even the music, which fills these people with the Holy Ghost until
they dance and shout and praise the Lord and the serpents come
out of the boxes.
In "Handler," Robert Schenkkan's play about snake-handling
Pentacostalists, Geordi is bitten by the huge snake and dies. When
he comes back to life like Lazarus, everything is different, and
yet it's not different at all.
"Handler," directed by Bill Rauch, which opened Saturday
night at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival's New Theatre, is a moving
examination of one man's search for forgiveness.
Geordi (Jonathan Haugan) is released from prison, but doing time
has not expiated the darkness in his soul. Geordi and Terri (Robynn
Rodriguez) are members of the Holiness Way Church of the Living
God, a church that takes literally the Bible's declaration that " ...
these signs shall follow them that believe ... They shall take
up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt
them ... "
Bob (Kenneth Albers), the group's leader, says their faith is "a
good way, but a hard way." These are people who work with
their hands. They have a notion of original sin as real as a rock,
and of a living God "as real," as Bob says, "as
water."
As Hawkeye Herman's guitar whips the faithful into a spiritual
frenzy, Geordi handles for the first time.
"Work your will on my flesh," he says to the serpent.
Which, being a rattlesnake, promptly bites him to death.
How hard a way is this?
"The Lord's workin' his will," Terri says, "and
we're stuck with it."
What Geordi saw when he was dead causes the faithful to recoil
in horror. And darkens his dark night of the soul.
One note of condescension in any of this would spoil the play,
and it's never sounded. The dignity of Geordi, Terri and Bob contrasts
with the media circus that comes in the wake of Geordi's "miracle." Did
he meet Jesus? Does he know rattlesnakes are on the way to being
an endangered species?
"The news," we're told, "don't do nothin' 24 hours
a day but eat."
As played by Haugen, Geordi is a man well beyond the end of his
rope. Rodriguez's Terri moves from spiritual emptiness to become
an almost Dostoyevskian figure as we explore the couple's relationship
to each other, their brethren and God. Is she an agent of grace?
The second act pushes the narrative into the background to focus
more abstractly on questions of guilt, forgiveness, love, death
and faith. There are a few moments of humor, most of them around
the media circus (there's a joke about Geordi needing a "ghostwriter").
There's a truly frightening scene as Geordi struggles with a
man in the woods (a riveting turn by Armando Duran), who just may
be the devil.
Although the play turns on Geordi's story, Terri's comes to occupy
us increasingly.
In the end, forgiveness is all we get. It may be enough, and
it may not, and we're not sure it's really possible.
Rauch's vision blends seemlessly with Schenkkan's, and he gets
fine performances from the cast, including Albers as a preacher
who makes you by God believe.
The music itself becomes a character acting on other characters,
especially Herman's country-blues guitar in hymms like "The
Lone White Bird" and three gospel tunes he wrote for the play.
The second act feels short. This impression is probably linked
to the play's major weakness: a jarring ending that comes before
we know it. Why not let the moral complexities play out in greater
detail, even if the ending remains provisional? Will forgiveness
really save us?
"Handler" contains adult language and brief nudity.
The snakes are fake but surprisingly creepy.
"Handler" is done in the avenue configuration, with
seating on either side of a long stage that's now the woods and
now a backcountry church. As the first contemporary drama presented
in the OSF's New Theater, which it will share with "Macbeth" through
June 30, it's a fine choice.
Ya Gotta Have Faith
Festival opens 'Handler,'
a hit for New Theatre
By Kathleen Alaks
Grants Pass Daily Courier
Themes of rebirth and renewal, faith, and the pawer of love and
hope are the backbone of Robert Schenhkan's moving and disturbing
play "Handler."
Powerful performances, crisp, clean direction and infectious
bluegrass and gospel music are the meat of the Oregon Shakespeare
Festival's production of it.
The play, which opened Saturday at OSF's New Theatre in Ashland,
is a heavily symbolic exploration of the highs and lows of the
human experience and the role of faith and religion in human existence.
Directed by Los Angeles-based guest director Bill Rauch, "Handler" is
part Bible-thumping revival meeting, part gut-wrenching group therapy
session, as an unusual religious practice becomes a metaphor for
the leap of faith it takes to sustain a personal relationship.
The action is set in the Holiness Way Church, a religious sect
of the Deep South that incorporates faith healing, speaking in
tongues and snake handling into its worship services. The snake
handling comes from a literal interpretation of the Bible verse
Mark 16:17-18: "And these signs shall follow them that believe...
They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing,
it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they
shall recover."
Geordi (Jonathan Haugen) has just gotten out of jail and is coming
home to his wife, Terri (Robynn Rodriguez). The reason for Geordi's
arrest comes clear as the play progresses, but it's obvious from
the start that whatever it was has caused a huge rift between husband
and wife.
Geordi has problems adjusting to freedom and is unable to keep
a job. Terri turns to the Holiness Way famiIy for strength, but
Geordi is not as open to the church's teachings: "That's the
only job I ever had around here, local sinner," he sneers
at Brother Bob, the church's leader.
While Terri has been handling snakes all her life, Geordi has
never participated in the practice. Yet during one evening ritual
when the worshippers bring out tbe snakes - an eerie scene
accentuated with shadowed lighting, riotous music and feverish
shouting and hand-clapping - Geordi is bitten by a snake and
dies. Two days later he is resurrected, an astonishing miracle
that leads to a media frenzy and deep tests of faith.
Every aspect of this production is outstanding.
The performances are especially notable. Rodriguez as Terri is
a marvel, with her Deep South accent and wounded face. She is a
woman who cares deeply for her husband yet resents him unforgivably
for the pain he's caused her. Haugen as Geordi is a natural, carrying
his doubts about God like a perceptible weight on bis back.
Kenneth Albers is both a forceful voice and presence as the charismatic
Brother Bob. U. Jonathan Toppo doubles as an eager congregant and
an all-too-eager lawyer looking to manage Geordi's post-resurrection
career. Armando Duran also carries multiple roles but is especially
creepy as the gun-toting moonshine swilling hillbilly Geordi meets
up with deep in the woods.
The set design by Richard Hay - with the audience seated
on either side of the stage like bleachers - takes us inside
the austere Holiness Way church, with its unadorned wood plank
flooring, plain wooden benches and pulpit. Dramatic lighting and
sound effects are used to set other scenes - a thunderstorm
in the forest, prison, Geordi and Terri's house.
The lively bluegrass and gospel music - composed by Michael "Hawkeye" Herman
and performed onstage by Herman, Mike Fitch and Bruce McKern - helps
set the scenes and drive the action.
Rauch's direction is smooth and flowing, effectively using symbolic
scenes to underscore the play's themes - as when Geordi stands
naked before the world when he gets out of jail, shedding his prison
jumpsuit for his street clothes - and effectively using glimmers
of humor to keep those themes from being completely overwhelming - as
when the smarmy lawyer baits Geordi and Terri with visions of book
deals, film rights and the talk show circuit.
The play does contain some adult language and brief nudity and
may not be appropriate for children.
'Handler'
by Roberta Kent
Special to the
Ashland Daily Tidings
It is somehow fitting that the West Coast premiere of Robert
Schenkkan's Handler should take place at the Oregon Shakespeare
Festival during this Easter season. After all, Schenkkan's play
is about belief, resurrection and the redemptive power of love.
Certainly, it is a play about belief. We are transported to Appalachia
and the Holiness Way Church of the Living God. One of the many
Pentecostal congregations hidden in the mountain hollows, the Holiness
Way Church not only experiences religious fervor through song,
preaching and testifying, but also through snake-handling.
The Church takes the New Testament absolutely literally and the
mainspring of their worship is the passage in Mark 16: 17-18, "And
these signs shall follow them that believe: In my name shall they
cast out devils; they shall with new tongues; they shall take up
serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing it shall not hurt
them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover."
No metaphor here. At each service, when the congregants "get" the
Holy Spirit through song, dance and the mesmerizing cadences of
the Reverend Bob's preaching, they reach into the box on the altar
and pull out deadly snakes, handling them as an icon of their worship.
It is a demonstration of trust in God's word but also a demand
for God's grace.
Certainly, Handler is a play about love - both God's love
and earthly love. We meet Geordi and Terri, members of the congregation.
As the play opens, Geordi is being released from jail. We quickly
learn that the couple has lost a child, Jessie, and that Geordi
has also had a problem with alcohol. Terri was raised in the snake-handling
tradition. Geordi came to it when he married her. Jessie's death
has all but torn apart this marriage, making communication impossible
and love a distant memory.
And, it is a play about resurrection - both of the body and
the spirit. As Geordi "handles" for the first time, it
seems an act of desperation rather than an act of faith. His predictable
death unleashes all the bitterness, all the remorse that Terri
has kept hidden inside her.
But, as the liturgy says, to God all hearts are open, all desires
known and no secrets are hid. Geordi is dead but comes back, living - or
half-living - once more. And there lies the rest of the story - for
Terri and Geordi, for the congregation and for the audience.
Or, as Terri puts it, they are ultimately left with love and
forgiveness, human and divine. Why do you believe in God's love?
Geordi asks her. "Because we need it so much," she replies.
It would have been so easy for playwright Schenkkan or director
Bill Rauch (coming from Los Angeles' Cornerstone Theater Company)
to dismiss the Church of the Holiness Way as some kind of wacky
cult. But neither is ever condescending in either their dialogue
or their staging. Schenkkan discovered the sect when he was doing
research for his Pulitzer Prize-winning "The Kentucky Cycle." He
was mesmerized by the power and passion of their religious experience,
how central it was to their lives.
Rauch uses the OSF repertory company brilliantly. Robynn Rodriguez
as Terri and relative festival newcomer Jonathan Haugen as Geordi
are absolutely riveting. They are never stereotypes, never simply
figures mouthing lines about faith and pain and love. These are
real people whose agony and redemption captures the audience from
their first scene.
They are equaled by Ken Albers as Bob, the congregation's leader.
Whether Albers is thundering out sermons or nearly whispering his
condolences and his mortal fears, you cannot take your eyes off
him. Albers most subtle gestures embody his character as much as
his bible-thumping and religious ecstasy.
They are ably supported by Catherine Coulson as Alice, U. Jonathan
Toppo as a media parasite and, especially, Armando Duran as a crazed
moonshiner.
Behind the staging, but an integral part of it, is Michael "Hawkeye" Herman's
music. Utilizing an on-stage trio of bass, drums and guitar, the
music starts about five minutes before curtain. Herman gives us
gospel hymns (both traditional and specifically written for this
production) and a bluesy, raspy counterpoint to the play's action.
Special mention should also go to Jeremy J. Lee's sound design
and Alex Jaeger's costumes.
Handler is done in the "avenue" configuration of the
New Theatre - that is, the audience is seated on either side
of the long set. Scenic Designer Richard L. Hay effectively uses
rough wood and minimal sets to create a church, a kitchen, and
woods. The seating and set have the effect of bringing the audience
into the action.
And,
by the way - the festival assures us - those are not
real snakes.
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