Feature: History of NorShor

By Christa Lawler
Duluth News Tribune

If these walls could talk — well, they kind of do. From the catwalks of what is now called the NorShor Theatre, evidence remains of when this space was a vaudeville house in the early 1900s. The gilded ceiling is visible — though now covered with a false ceiling — as are a few balcony rows of seats.

On Sunday, the space formerly known as the Orpheum Theatre celebrates 100 years since its grand opening.

Since that time, it has undergone a series of renovations, ranging from opera house to movie theater to strip club. The Duluth Playhouse, current caretakers of the venue since the Duluth Economic Development Authority bought the theater and Temple Opera buildings in mid-June for $2.6 million, is hosting events tonight and Saturday to celebrate the building’s history and to raise money for renovations.

“I think it’s wonderful that we’re going to add life into it,” said Tony Dierckins, a local historian whose video, “121 Years of Performance and Film,” will be shown today and during Saturday’s open house.

“The stewardship of the building has been lacking in quality. It’s kind of a heartbreaking thing,” Dierckins said. “It’s great we’re going to revitalize it. It’s a lynchpin to revitalizing Old Downtown.”

The Orpheum Theatre opened on Aug. 22, 1910, after “keen anticipation,” the Duluth News Tribune reported. Tickets for the maiden production sold out in 45 minutes and attracted upper-crust Duluthians to downtown. “Seldom has the city’s wealth and culture been seen so heartily,” said an article about the opening night, which quotes then-Mayor Cullum, referred to as “His Honor,” as telling those who gathered: “You look swell.”

The structure was built by G.G. Hartley and cost $150,000. It included a

marble-tiled lobby off Second Avenue East, and walls decorated with hand-painted canvases. Through the lobby, there were four fire-proof imitation mahogany doors leading to the parquet floor of the theater. Seats were covered in silk velour and had ample leg space.

There was a mezzanine for general lounging, and smoking rooms.

Charlie Chaplin and the Marx Brothers were among those who performed.

In the early 1940s, the space went through a major renovation to movie house by J.J. Liebenberg. The stage area shifted 180 degrees, incorporating the Orpheum’s garage space, and the entrance was moved to Superior Street to give the space a presence among the other movie houses.

“The opulent boxes and drapery (from the opera house) were very difficult to keep up,” said Dierckins, who has researched public records and newspaper accounts. “It was the ’40s, and they wanted to go for a different look.”

Local historian Jim Heffernan remembers seeing the much talked-about religious film “The Robe,” starring Richard Burton, at the NorShor.

“In the halcyon days of movies, the lobby would be full of people,” he said. “It was such a big event, they allowed us to get out of school to see it.”

In the 1980s and 1990s, the NorShor became a stop for Minneapolis punk musicians like the Suburbs and Husker Du — whose performances followed edgy films like David Lynch’s “Eraserhead.”

“The space has an incredible sense of intimacy,” said Chris Bacigalupo, a local musician who played and worked at the NorShor

Theatre. “That’s apparent the second you walk through the door. You’re at one with the band, and at that second you’re intimate with the history there. There is a sense of legacy. … You’re playing with Charlie Chaplin’s ghost or something.”

This article originally ran Aug. 19, 2010, in the Duluth News Tribune.

Feature: Orpheum Theatre turns 100

By Christa Lawler
Duluth News Tribune

The old space on East Superior Street has been a vaudeville theater, and it has been a strip club. At one time it housed a milk bar. It has been the site of Geek Proms and a deli.

Bands from the Minneapolis punk scene have rocked the main stage, and local bands have left their graffiti backstage. Films have been shown in the balcony theater. A local theater company wrote and produced the comic opera “Phantom of the NorShor.”

On the cusp of its 100th birthday, the venue formerly known as the Orpheum Theatre — now the NorShor Theatre — is about to be reinvented again.

Those involved with reviving the building at 211 E. Superior St. say it will become another portal for music, theater and art — in a stretch of East Superior Street that’s becoming an entertainment district with Carmody Irish Pub, the Sheraton’s Restaurant 301, the Black Water Lounge and the Zeitgeist Arts building.

“This can and should be the arts and entertainment center, not only for the community but for the entire region,” Duluth Mayor Don Ness said.

The place has been spit-shined for events this week celebrating the building’s century mark. A fundraiser will be held at the NorShor Theatre at 7 p.m. today. An open house is planned for Saturday afternoon with an eight-band lineup later in the evening.

It’s just a glimpse of what could happen in this space, if all goes according to plan.

‘A cultural lightning rod’

The Duluth Economic Development Authority bought the NorShor Theatre and Temple Opera buildings in mid-June for $2.6 million dollars, bringing an end to the venue’s era as a strip club known as the NorShor Experience.

For the next two years, little will change at the venue while decisions are made about renovation, use and scheduling and a fundraising campaign gets under way, said Christine Seitz, executive director of the Duluth Playhouse, the group charged as caretakers of the space.

Meanwhile, expect plenty of music. Starting in September, there will be concerts at mezzanine level every Thursday night at the NorShor Theatre.

“As far as getting the NorShor back on line as a cultural lightning rod, the music community has been asked to work together to provide a rhythm of events there,” said Chris Bacigalupo, who is part of a committee to fire up the venue’s music scene. “They aren’t going to be able to have movies right away, or theater right away. The mezzanine represents the first active space.”

Events have been held in the building in the last few months. During Homegrown Music Festival in May, two local bands with international audiences played back-to-back. Retribution Gospel Choir and Trampled by Turtles drew a maximum-capacity 800 people to the main stage. In June, the Sound Unseen Film Festival used the balcony theater during part of the week-long newbie event. The Playhouse hosted Unplugged at the NorShor in June and July, which involved six nights of acoustic acts, also in the balcony theater.

Readying the theater space for concerts requires electrical upgrades but isn’t hampered by structural issues that put live events on hold several years ago.

According to records from the Duluth Fire Department, the venue is inspected every three years unless they receive complaints about the building. The last inspection was in 2007, and another is scheduled for the fall. Eight items from the last inspection were noted, including making sure exits are not obstructed, adding visible exit signs in the upper balcony, securely fastening a light in the basement, and documenting annual inspections of fire alarms and sprinkler systems. Each of these violations was corrected by Jan. 1, 2008, according to a report from the fire marshal.

The movie screen has a gouge in it and needs to be replaced before they can host films. There are lighting issues in the balcony theater, and a shallow main stage without dressing rooms or fly space.

Another priority: The liquor license. The NorShor was a destination bar into the early to mid-2000s, open even when there weren’t events on site. The Duluth Playhouse is applying for a full license — more than the beer and wine license that the ballet, opera and local playhouses can get away with. But for now, the bar will only be open when there are performances.

Convergence of the arts

It was like the scene from the “The Godfather” when heads of all of the Mafia families converged to plot strategy for the future.

Representatives from most of Duluth’s arts groups gathered on the mezzanine level of the NorShor to talk about the future of the building, how and if their organizations would use the space, and what would be required to make it operational.

There were opera singers, choral singers, ballet dancers and rock promoters; local historians, media and venue operators; those affiliated with theater, and a University of Minnesota Duluth dean; the head of a film festival and the manager of Bayfront Festival Park.

Participants drew up a wish list and discussed ways to use the space:

* Should it remain as it is, with three venues — the main stage, the balcony theater and the mezzanine — or would it make sense to revert the space back to its original incarnation, a single-stage house where seats extend to the rafters and opera boxes line the wings.

* What style of stage would work best in the main stage area? Black-box style like at the Duluth Play Ground, or a thrust stage surrounded on three sides by audience?

* What were the needs for each organization? Risers, sound system, lights, dressing rooms.

* Would they use the space if they had the chance?

Robert Gardner would. The artistic director for the Minnesota Ballet wasn’t at the meeting, but he had the chance to tour the facility a few weeks ago. It’s already an acceptable space for fundraisers with solos and duets. And with some work, the balcony theater would work for smaller shows like the company’s September event dances at the Board of Trade, which includes contemporary and new dance.

After getting a taste of the balcony theater during the Sound Unseen Film Festival, a Twin Cities import, director Rick Hanson is itching to get back inside. He considers the NorShor a dream venue for filmmakers and enthusiasts. And if he has his way, he’ll be in there by the end of 2010.

“When I first started coming to Duluth to see if it was a place where we could pull off this type of festival, I saw the NorShor and said: ‘Please, please, please.’ This is exactly what the film festival needs. It’s a centerpiece, within walking distance of anything downtown.”

There is still time to sort these things out. Ness said that the decisions will be made with input from the arts community and architects who specialize in stage design. But that’s three to five years away.

“We hope every night of every weekend some band or vocalist is using the space,” Seitz said. “We want this space to pop, and keep it active and make it the home it’s supposed to be for our local arts groups.”

This article was originally published August 19, 2010 in the Duluth News Tribune.

Review: ‘The Lovers’ by Vendela Vida

I made a rookie error and poor, poor Vendela Vida’s novel The Lovers is the innocent victim.

It all started when I fell madly in love with Jennifer Egan’s book A Visit from the Goon Squad. I lovingly caressed the cover, made kissy faces at it, considered starting from scratch and rereading it immediately. I tried to think of a better book in all the world over, and failed. I sighed a lot. The music of REO Speedwagon finally made sense to me.

What I should have done: Chased it with something completely different from a a faraway section of the bookstore. A food memoir, travel essays, or lousy vampire fiction.

What I did do: Chased it with Vida’s book. Climbed right back into a piece of contemporary fiction. Stupid. STUPID.

The end result wasn’t pretty. The Lovers is probably a better book than I think it is, in light of where it fell on my reading list. It unwittingly became the block of Velveeta you are forced to consume when you finish the $40 chunk of brie, but still need a taste of cheese.

Yvonne is zeroing in on her twilight years. The school teacher’s husband died tragically two years earlier, and she has adult children, twins with very different lives. Matthew is a success, with a fancy pants fiance and a cool job. Aurelia is a recovering addict who tormented the family through her teen years, with her in and out of rehab bit.

Matthew has invited Yvonne to go on a cruise with his fiance’s family, but instead she decides to travel to a small town in Turkey where she and her husband had honeymooned a zillion years ago. She’ll catch her son during a leg of his trip, but mostly try to recapture her own sense of adventure with this solo gig. Yvonne’s got an itch to reclaim the sense of adventure she had when she was young.

Times have been tough. Yvonne feels like she is on everyone’s watch list, and during the past school year she presented the same lecture, word for word, twice in the same week.

She’s a bit out of her element in Datca, where she rents a house from a possibly abusive man. While roaming the space, she finds a book about anal sex, a nudie photograph, and a sex swing. She makes friends with the man’s wife, a young and colorful woman with a lot of bad ideas and a pregnancy of questionable origin. She makes enemies with a waiter. She is a little scared of the landlord. She meets a young seashell seller named Ahmet, who doesn’t speak English, and they fall into an easy, albeit silent friendship.

But instead of being a healing trip, per se, Yvonne spirals toward her emotional breaking point — helped along by a whack tragedy that pages later is still a head scratcher of an event.

Vida’s novel feels a lot like an Anne Tyler creation, with its quaint thises and thats. The defining moments of the book are kind of snoozers. In one, Yvonne drives her rental along a freshly tarred road and ruins the exterior of the car; In another, an owl gets trapped in the house, which is seemingly an omen. A very obvious omen. There is also a boat ride with new friends during bad weather. Yawn. Yawn, double yawn.

There is also a lot of introspection about her family life back home. Yvonne spends much time thinking about her husband Peter, weighing their relationship and what it was worth, and the struggles with Aurelia and how that affected them all.

Maybe under different circumstances I would have found this book beautiful and light. A pleasant read about a woman popping her emotional bubble. But under the circumstances of cracking it immediately after finishing the epic piece of awesome that is A Visit from the Goon Squad, The Lovers felt dull and uninspired.

This review was originally posted at Minnesota Reads on August 9, 2010.

Review: The Scott Pilgrim series

Note: I write book reviews for Minnesota Reads. This review is totally self-referential and inside baseball, when taken outside the context of that website. But I like to think of it as the kind of writing that used to appear in Sassy magazine.

I drank the Jodi Chromey Kool-Aid and readers, it was delicious.

As anyone who has ever lurked the hallowed halls of Minnesota Reads knows, when Jodi likes something — I mean REALLY likes something — she damn near holds her very own Fourth of July celebration for that thing. Under these circumstances, I tend to listen to her. Aside from a few ticks in her taste buds (what kind of 80s teen disses so hard on Bret Easton Ellis? It’s inhuman), home girl tends to save virtual exclamation points for things that are truly delicious.

When it comes to the passionate reads, we lean similar: I’d guess that we will both end 2010 with plenty of crossover in our Top 10s, including Hot Pants Bognanni, and Cirque de Egan. And neither of our lists will include anything from the vampire domestic assault genre, or “it” books by 120 pound men with first world problems.

But when we leave the aisles of contemporary fiction, Aunt Jodi takes a left at graphic novels, and I take a right at food and addiction memoirs. And never the twain shall meet. Until she went all Tourettes on the Scott Pilgrim series by Brian Lee O’Malley. I peeked warily over the proverbial bookshelf, saw she was having a blast, and dove in.

My god, Jodi Chromey. You made me a believer. I spent an entire weekend laying around in my underwear reading six consecutive comic books (I believe this is her preferred method as well) and hot damn, I liked it.

A brief overview for those people who automatically edit Michael Cera, who stars in the movie adaptation, out of their consciousness: Scott Pilgrim is a 23-year-old (mostly)  straight edge Canuck, in the okay band Sex Bob-omb who shares a 1BR apartment — and bed — with his gay friend Wallace.

When the series starts, Scott Pilgrim is in the beginnings of a pretty chaste relationship with Knives Chau, a high school girl. A Asian high school girl. The kind of high school girl who wears a Catholic school girl uniform. Oh, Scott. While he is still navigating the leap from hand holding to hugs, he has a dream starring a mysterious girl on roller blades whom he eventually meets in his waking: Ramona Flowers, she of the ever-changing hair du and super secret who do voodoo lifestyle. He shakes loose the jail bait and gets touchy-feely with Ramona. (Not necessarily in that order). But in order for their relationship to succeed, he learns he must defeat her seven evil exes.

Throughout the series, Scott Pilgrim battles the douche bags, twins, vegans and a chick, and struggles with his own demons: a sexy ex of his own, a stalker, his own unemployment, the Fleetwood Mac-ian moments of being part of a band. Our hero is pretty clueless and self-centered (he isn’t even sure where some of his besties work) albeit totally likable. The six books are riddled with pop culture references (my favorite being a Grosse Point Blank movie poster in the background, and references to the Pixies), video game terminology (whatevs), and self-referential barbs — things like this will be explained in Book 3, or the next 30 pages will include a fight sequence. It’s all fantastically clever. For instance, one of Ramona’s exes is vegan and this is treated as a cult-like group with bylaws.

Overall, I tended to like the even-numbered books a star more than the odd numbered books in the series. Book 2 delves more into the relationships with his friends, Book 4 is heavy on the Scott-Ramona relationship, and Book 6 is a wonderful and relate-able finale for anyone who has ever had friends, relationship residue, and has successfully managed their 20s.

Quick note: When you’ve never read something in this style, it is a little clunky to get used to the relationship of pictures and words. My boyfriend used to draw comics, and explained to me all of the opportunities to communicate in this style. The words have to say something, and the picture is an extra opportunity to add another layer to it. With that in mind, I got a little dizzy until I got into a groove. It didn’t take long to get into that groove, mind you, but those first few pages were exhausting.

Overall, this was such a pleasure to read. It oozes with cleverness. Jodi Chromey: That SuperGenius business you throw around is not hyperbole.

This review originally appeared August 15, 2010 at Minnesota Reads.

Review: Adler’s Appetite concert

By Christa Lawler
Duluth News Tribune

Two songs into Wednesday night’s concert at Clyde Iron Works and Steven Adler was whipping sticks into the audience. He flung some floor level, and lofted some into the balcony. The one-time drummer for Guns N’ Roses and the namesake of Adler’s Appetite had more drumsticks in his arsenal than a family-sized variety pack from KFC.

This fivesome — a collection of rockers from bands of a bygone era — put on an arena-level of effort for, unfortunately, just a couple hundred people. But this was an enthusiastic crowd of mostly men ranging from Gen X-Z. The kind of people whose Appetite for Destruction T-shirts have retained their size, shape and coloring for more than 20 years.

The band played a mix of classic GNR, including “My Michelle,” “Rocket Queen” and “Mr. Brownstone” — songs from what many rockologists consider one of the top albums of our lifetime. The Los Angeles-based band also threw an original into the mix, “Crazy,” which has a distinctive hair band sound.

Alder’s Appetite is an eclectic staff, and each had a unique stage presence independent of the rest of the cast:

There was the cool and emotionless bass player Chip Z’Nuff, with his ’70s style of pimp-tastic suave. He wore a suit with a white pointy-collared button-up shirt, a jaunty blue hat and shades.

Quietly noodling away in the corner was the unassuming guitar player, Alex Grossi, who was part of a revamped 2004 version of Quiet Riot.

There was Michael Thomas, with the kind of wicked guitar shenanigans that didn’t officially make it into this century but tend to rear their head during Jagermeister-fueled rounds of Guitar Hero at 3 a.m. The phrase “made love to his guitar” comes to mind.

Lead singer Rick Stitch has whip-able hair, and he wore a sleeveless flannel shirt that was open — his chest wet by the end of the first song.

And then there was Adler: High-powered fans trained on his curly shoulder-length hair, a big ole smile on his newly sober face. He’s obviously having the time of his life, during this Take Two of his rock ’n’ roll life. Adler was kicked out of Guns N’ Roses in 1990 for his debilitating drug use. He had a very public getting-sober period that was chronicled on VH1′s “Celebrity Rehab” and “Sober House” and maintains a relationship with Dr. Drew Pinsky. Adler was his own personal Coke-Cola commercial, showing off his nonalcoholic beverage of choice throughout the performance.

Their version of “Civil War” struck the core of the purists, and everyone dug down deep for their falsettos in a singalong of “Sweet Child O’ Mine.”

Then Adler’s Appetite did a cover of GNR’s cover of Dylan’s song “Knocking on Heaven’s Door.”

Make no mistake: This is not Guns N’ Roses, and it doesn’t seem to be a Guns N’ Roses tribute band. It’s more of a collection of rowdy dudes reimagining Guns N’ Roses songs — like a decent remake of a classic film. (Although, let’s be honest. That never happens).

They false-finished the night with “Paradise City” and invited the members of the opening band Anchored on stage for an extended remix version of the song filled with playful band interaction. The lead singer of the Texas-based band, Brandon Narrell, bowed down to Steve Adler in a way that suggested the walls of his boyhood bedroom were filled with Adler’s likeness.

Adler’s Appetite did the requisite exit stage right, only to come back for one more song after concert staff grabbed a microphone and led a group chant of “Adler! Adler! Adler!”

Everyone’s favorite drummer came back on stage, and told us he loved us.

You know what this place reminds me of? he asked the audience. “The Jungle!” he called, then they busted out the one fan favorite from “Appetite for Destruction” that they had missed: “Welcome to the Jungle.”

This review originally ran on August 13 2010, in the Duluth News Tribune. It appeared on the newspaper’s website on Aug. 12, 2010.

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