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Instrumental rejuvenation: Will Mullany builds a wall of sound at The Bridge

A small metal bucket. Segments of rough-hewn PVC and metal pipe. A coffee tin. A red British post box coin bank. A spool of piano wire. A tiny, wooden drawer. Light switches, control boards, dials, film cans, electrical sockets. Pliers. Wire cutters. Rings of tubing, spoons, forks, nails, springs. Motors, yarn, string. A matte silver Christmas tree cake pan, film cans. Speakers, a license plate. A nest of wires.

To most, these things would be trash, but to musician and artist Will Mullany, one of three artists in residence at The Bridge Progressive Arts Initiative this summer, it’s treasure—items found in dumpsters, in friends’ attics and under art studio tables are precious components for instruments that challenge how music is made.

There’s something satisfying about doing something with your body and having it come back into your ear, says Mullany, who wanted to create instruments that people can play without any formal training. You don’t have to finger a chord on a fretboard or bow a string to make music, to make pleasing and interesting sound, Mullany says.

“Tradition and culture are the boundaries [of sound]. The only thing keeping people from making different music is genre and our long-standing reliance on the tools that have been the default for hundreds and hundreds of years.” Will Mullany

When he first got into The Bridge studio, he looked around and thought: “What can I do with this space that I can’t do anywhere else? What’s the most transverse thing you can do with a wall in an art gallery?” Turn it into a musical instrument made from trash, that’s what.

One of the walls in the studio is essentially a soundboard and thus the perfect foundation for some kind of large-scale instrument. Inspired in part by a spool of piano wire, and using zither pins (tuning pegs) to anchor the strings and the bucket, coin bank, coffee tin and various sections of pipe as bridge elements, Mullany built a dulcimer straight onto the wall.

Strike one of the wall dulcimer’s strings with a piano hammer, and that string’s bridge element will transmit via a hidden contact mic, amplifying the vibrations of the soundboard.

It’s the kind of thing found in a children’s museum—the pieces of pipe, the coffee tin, etc. are all movable—and their placement between the piano wire strings and the wall affects the sound that comes out. Move the bucket up a few inches and the sound completely changes. The string supported by the ring of metal pipe has a sitar-like sound, like something off The Beatles’ “Tomorrow Never Knows.”

And Mullany hasn’t stopped at the wall dulcimer. There are wooden boxes with nails and springs that make horror movie noises via a contact microphone adhered to the inside of the box; there’s a digital synthesizer that has been manipulated into making weirdo sounds (and sometimes picking up a radio signal) when a nail or a screw is pushed into the socket of an electrical outlet mounted to the top of its film can case. There are multiple wind chimes made from wire, washers and railroad spikes, and coaxed into noise by the air or drumsticks, whatever you choose.

These instruments and the music they make is left partly up to chance: Mullany learns as he goes—he’s not a carpenter, luthier or electrician by trade.

“Tradition and culture are the boundaries” of sound, he says. “The only thing keeping people from making different music is genre and our long-standing reliance on the tools that have been the default for hundreds and hundreds of years.”

As for his workspace, Mullany knows what it looks like—he says he has a little bit of hoarder in him. The instruments in The Bridge installation are open for everyone to play, but oftentimes, Mullany says homemade instruments pile up around him unplayed. Before he moves to Richmond this fall, he wants to play all the instruments on a record, a sort of hoarder’s redemption, where he finally puts all that trash to use.

“Domestic Alchemy” officially opens at The Bridge on September 1, and visitors can see, hear and play what Mullany’s made. “It’s pretty immersive,” he says of the installation.

Visitors should keep in mind that sound produced by these instruments is “secondary” to the form-—his experimental instrument-making is all about how the instrument is played.

“With a physical object, you’re limited in a way that’s very freeing,” Mullany says. “When you have infinite choice [like with a highly programmed synthesizer or a guitar with a bunch of effects pedals] you’re paralyzed from fear that you’re not going to make the right choice. But then when all you have around you is garbage,” imagination and creativity are inevitable.

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ARTS Pick: Spherus

With Greg Kennedy, juggling is more than a talent—it’s a spectacular feat of modern engineering. Watch him juggle wickedly angled geometric props in Spherus, the coolest circus you’ve ever seen. The show also features aerial dancers Rachel Lancaster and Christine Morano, soaring through the air in a flurry of ribbon, as well as surreal video effects from Jeff Bethea.

Friday, September 1. $12-15, 7:30pm. V. Earl Dickinson Building at PVCC, 501 College Dr. 977-3900.

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ARTS Pick: The ATM Unit

There are few groups better suited for a night of local jams than rock and jazz fusion band The ATM Unit. The cast of musicians—Michael Taylor on drums, Mark Miller on vocals and guitar and bass virtuoso Dane Alderson on bass—is enough to blow the roof off, but the group grows mightier with the addition of jazz organist and musical powerhouse Jonah Kane-West.

Monday, September 4. Free, 10pm. Rapture, 303 E. Main St., Downtown Mall. 293-9526.

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ARTS Pick: Animal House

No college experience is complete without a viewing of the food fight in National Lampoon’s Animal House, which made John Belushi a comedy film star. The 1978 classic pits the brothers of Delta Tau Chi, “the worst house on campus,” against the vengeful, confounded Dean Wormer, while freshmen pledges Pinto and Flounder fumble their way though mishaps and raucous partying at Faber College.

Tuesday, September 5. $10, 7pm. Alamo Drafthouse Cinema, 377 Merchant Walk Sq. 326-5056.

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Convolution evolution: Updated “Pip & Twig” at Live Arts

Adult identical twins Pip and Twig live an insular, codependent existence. Wearing identical pajamas, they wake in their shared bed at the same time every morning and eat identical breakfasts before going about their daily childlike, tandem routine, clothed in identical dress-and-sweater outfits.

So begins The Convolution of Pip and Twig, a play created from scratch by PEP theater troupe members Kara McLane Burke and Siân Richards, and brought to life by a slew of area artists, including local theater mainstays Jennifer Hoyt Tidwell, who wrote the text, and Martha Mendenhall, who directs Burke (Pip) and Richards (Twig) in the play.

As Pip and Twig go about their routine in the first act, they’re entirely aware of the audience before them. Pip, the more dominant twin, loves to sing and dance and gets a total rise performing for a crowd.

But Twig tires of the twin act. Fed up, she absconds out the window of the twins’ apartment to discover the world. Pip, unwilling to let go of the life she’s orchestrated, nevermind allowing Twig to experience the world without her, follows.

It’s a play about the complexity of human relationships, about how to be with other people while also finding your own identity. It’s a play about “listening to the little twinklings in your heart,” says Richards.

Last summer, Burke, Richards and a small crew from Charlottesville took the play to the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, where they performed it more than 20 times over the course of a few weeks. But they weren’t done: The Convolution of Pip and Twig had evolved.

Charlottesville theater-goers have seen The Convolution of Pip and Twig before; Burke and Richards have performed it a few times in town, most recently last July before heading to Edinburgh. And while the play itself hasn’t changed—the text, the characters, the narrative, the sequence of events and the costumes all remain—Burke and Richards decided to change the set, all in the name of finding new things to explore in the play.

In previous performances, when Twig hops out the window and embarks on her adventure, she sails the sea in a tiny boat. While Burke and Richards loved the image, after performing the play so many times in sequence at Edinburgh Fringe, they discovered that that particular choice limited Richards’ performance of Twig, a character who is, at long last, captain of her own ship.

The pair are tight-lipped about the new set, which they created with set designer JP Scheidler (with help from set painters Zap McConnell and John Owen), but they’ll offer a little bait: The new set is smaller and more contained, so it’s harder for the twins to get around one another, adding to the sense of claustrophobia Twig feels at the hands of the well-intentioned but domineering Pip. At the same time, though, Burke says the set is “like Twig’s fantasy come true.”   

After putting years of effort—creative, emotional, physical, financial—into something, you want to keep working on it until you feel like, “okay, that’s what the thing can do,” Richards says. “You want to hone it until it feels like it can’t be honed any more” because it’s in its final form.

It’s not likely that the ship has sailed on The Convolution of Pip & Twig, but for now, its course, charted for more than a dozen performances at Live Arts’ Gibson Theater in September, is clear.

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Dire consequences: Al Gore’s agenda is discouraged by current climate

The impact of An Inconvenient Truth, the award-winning film released in 2006, was almost unprecedented for a documentary. There had already been a conversation around climate change, but many advocates and people generally in favor of promoting the notion that it was human-supported often lacked cohesion. One could always cite scientific consensus, but before director Davis Guggenheim and former vice president Al Gore teamed up for that film, the information had not been popularized or made into a single reference point complete with real-world predictions and examples.


An Inconvenient Sequel: Truth to Power

PG, 100 minutes

Violet Crown Cinema


Conversely, those who deny the human impact on climate now had a much easier target in Gore—his personal failings were the failings of the entire movement, his investment portfolio somehow proves that all of climate change advocacy is a racket, and it’s all just an attempt at relevance following his defeat in the 2000 election.

The legacy of An Inconvenient Truth is no small part of its successor, An Inconvenient Sequel: Truth to Power. Directors Bonni Cohen and Jon Shenk follow Gore as he continues his efforts to educate the public, inspire and train further advocates and promote renewable energy policy. Gore is seen giving his ever-changing slideshow presentation, including one in Miami, which he gives moments after walking through the streets following a massive flood. He sees the melting glaciers of Greenland, meets with heads of state and their surrogates and scrambles to cut deals to make the installation of solar energy more affordable.

Much of the film’s focus is on the effort to pass the 2015 Paris climate accord—the same one President Trump is pulling us out from. India is the big holdout in the talks, presenting an argument against the agreement that is more compelling than the denial from the right wing: Adopting these systems places an unequal burden on developing nations that do not have the credit of the industrialized world. Gore scrambles to make a deal between India and solar company SolarCity, and this helps to end the stalemate.

Much of the film’s focus is on the effort to pass the 2015 Paris climate accord—the same one President Trump is pulling us out from.

Any effort to win the climate debate is to be admired, and for this reason An Inconvenient Sequel cannot be wholly dismissed. Gore’s predictions of rising tides and worsening storms have come true, and his personal reflections on hopelessness and despair are fully relatable for those who cannot grasp why anyone would knowingly endanger our planet and our future for the sake of political posturing.

That said, the focus on Gore’s personal crusade is partially what makes the final result so murky. As a man, he is determined to focus on the issues rather than himself, using his high profile to do good in the world. But the film personalizes that which Gore himself is attempting to depersonalize; these things make Gore frustrated, that’s why they are bad. Gore likes these things, that’s why they’re good. SolarCity as a company—and Gore’s relationship to it—ought to be more fully described if we are to believe it is part of the solution. In other words, we are expected to already agree and support both Gore and SolarCity from the beginning.

As this film was already in full production in 2015, it is clear Trump was not on the filmmaker’s minds. The supposed “truth to power” comes as Gore goes to meet with the president-elect in Trump Tower. Trump had to figure in somehow, but for all the time spent on pursuing truth no matter the opposition, it is clear that this film is incomplete. He spoke truth to some power with the Indian delegation, which had legitimate issues. Left unaddressed is how to speak truth to power that is as reactionary and self-destructive as the current administration.

A film like An Inconvenient Sequel: Truth to Power needs to exist, and everyone involved ought to be commended for trying. But with the thesis suggested by its title left dangling and its hasty, premature resolution, all we are left with is a reminder of how good the first movie was. The stakes are too high for half-measures; we need to do better than preaching to the choir, inconvenient though it may be.


Playing this week

Alamo Drafthouse Cinema

377 Merchant Walk Sq., 326-5056

Annabelle: Creation, Birth of the Dragon, Dunkirk, Free Victory: The Great Dictator, Good Time, The Hitman’s Bodyguard, Ingrid Goes West, Logan Lucky, The World’s End

 

Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Shops at Stonefield, 244-3213

All Saints, Annabelle: Creation, Birth of the Dragon, Despicable Me 3, Dunkirk, The Emoji Movie, Girls Trip, The Glass Castle, Good Time, The Hitman’s Bodyguard, Ingrid Goes West, Logan Lucky, The Nut Job: Nutty by Nature, The Only Living Boy in New York, Spider-man: Homecoming

 

Violet Crown Cinema

200 W. Main St., Downtown Mall, 529-3000

Annabelle: Creation, The Big Sick, City of Ghosts, Dunkirk, The Glass Castle, Good Time, The Hitman’s Bodyguard, Ingrid Goes West, Logan Lucky

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LIVING Picks: Week of August 30- September 5

FAMILY

Beauty and the Beast

Sunday, September 3

Bring a chair or blanket to this movie on the green, and watch the sunset and a Disney classic. Free, 8:30-10:30pm. Boar’s Head Resort, 200 Ednam Dr. (855) 615-7587.

 

NONPROFIT

Charlottesville Women’s Four Miler

Saturday, September 2

Help run breast cancer out of town at the largest all-women’s race in the state. Proceeds benefit UVA Cancer Center’s Breast Care Program. $50, 8am. No race day registration. Foxfield, 1950 Garth Rd. womens4miler.com

 

FOOD & DRINK

Saunders Brothers baking contest

Saturday, September 2

Think you make the best pie in town? Prove it at this ninth annual baking contest, featuring a new 12- and-under category and multiple pie options. Free, 9:30am. Saunders Brothers Farm Market, 2717 Tye Brook Hwy., Piney River. 277-5455.

 

HEALTH & WELLNESS

Mountain bike race

Saturday, September 2

Celebrate the end of summer by tackling a wicked mountain bike race, open to all levels. $39, 10am. Wintergreen, 39 Mountain Inn Loop, Roseland. 325-2200.

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ARTS Pick: Eli Cook

Local bluesman Eli Cook takes everything he learned from performing at church revivals and channels it into his long-awaited new album, High-Dollar Gospel. The singer-songwriter’s unique merging of his own Appalachian folk history with ferocious rock riffs has earned him accolades since he came on the scene at age 18. The musical growth apparent on his latest release confirms Cook as no longer one to watch, but one to follow.

Saturday, September 2. $10-12, 9pm. The Southern Café and Music Hall, 103 S. First St. 977-5590.

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Bean counter: On the hunt at our newest outdoors store

L.L. Bean opened in Charlottesville a few weeks ago, which may be as much of a cultural milestone as the arrival of a Trader Joe’s.

The new store at the Shops at Stonefield arrives at a time when the outdoor business is in a state of upheaval on the north end of Charlottesville. Woodbrook Sports & Pro Shop, a family-owned gun and hunting store, recently closed due to rising rent and what seemed like increasing competition from Dick’s Sporting Goods and Gander Mountain. Then Dick’s Sporting Goods announced its intention to close its 29 North location (a Dick’s remains at 5th Street Station on the south end of town). And Gander Mountain declared bankruptcy only a few years after opening its massive outdoor equipment and apparel store. Thus, a vacuum on the north end was created, with Great Outdoor Provision Co. (known for high-quality hiking, camping and climbing gear) holding court a little further south in Barracks Road Shopping Center.

While L.L. Bean still has a whiff of the original hunting and fishing supplier that began in 1912 in Freeport, Maine, it isn’t going to scratch the outdoor itch for everyone. Its hunting and fishing supplies are only available online and are not offered in the new Charlottesville store. But it is still a place where you can pick up a decent sleeping bag or day pack if you don’t need a wide selection, or a pair of boots.

“One thing that we will never lose sight of, and is part of our DNA, is the outdoors,” says Mac McKeever, spokesman for L.L. Bean. “We started as an outdoor company. We started as a hunting and fishing company with the iconic Maine hunting boot. …That is our soul and we will never lose sight of that.”

While L.L. Bean still has a whiff of the hunting and fishing supplier that began in 1912 in Freeport, Maine, it isn’t quite going to scratch the outdoor itch for everyone.

At the store’s grand opening, McKeever’s point was illustrated by an enormous motorized L.L. Bean boot that was parked out front for the occasion. Imagine the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile, only less roomy inside and with nothing to eat. Also, it’s a boot.

The massively popular boots are available in the store, as is a lot of other apparel. But rather than outfitting serious wilderness expeditions, this store primarily sells clothing and accessories for people who may want to give off an outdoorsy vibe on their way to class. You can’t find a fishing rod or an ice axe, but there are non-breakable plastic wine glasses, exactly four propane canisters and a few stand-up paddle boards. There’s even trail rations, including Backpacker’s Pantry dehydrated pad Thai.

For those who would like to move beyond outdoor style and toward adventure, the new Bean store still has something to offer.

“We have expanded our outdoor programming through outdoor discovery schools,” McKeever says. “One thing that differentiates this store from other stores is that we sell the outdoor apparel but we also do demonstrations and clinics, some paid and some for free to teach people how to do it.”

Photo by Natalie Jacobsen.

Planned classes include fly-tying, paddleboarding 101 and setting up hiking boots for maximum comfort.

“So on Meetup, we’ll say, ‘Meet us at this trailhead at this time and this date and we’ll take you on a hike,’” says McKeever. “One of the reasons we chose this area is that people here not only have a great affinity for the outdoors, but there’s lots and lots of stuff to do in the outdoors. Tons of hiking, tons of biking trails.”

He is right about that. In and within an hour of Charlottesville, locals can fish for catfish, bass or eels, go flatwater and whitewater canoeing and kayaking, hunt everything from squirrels to black bear, go hang gliding, rock climbing, hiking or camping, or just sit in a park wearing fancy boots and taking selfies.

L.L. Bean’s history began with mail-order sales of the nearly indestructible boots, which are still handmade in Maine.

“We don’t chase trends,” says McKeever. “They have this interesting way of finding us. With the Bean boots they are now really popular with college students. They’ve always been popular with hunters and loggers and people who work outside because they keep your feet warm and dry and they’re tougher than a tire. But they’ve realized this huge crossover appeal lately with college students and people in the fashion world.”

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Home front: To be black and happy and from Charlottesville is political

By Darnell Lamont Walker

My black mother, a fairly consistent church-goer and wedding and funeral attendee, raised a black and happy heathen in Charlottesville through the ’80s and ’90s, not realizing how political that was or she is.

On August 12, just before the terrorist drove his car through the wall of people, murdering Heather Heyer and injuring many, a white girl wrote on Facebook, “My father is a Charlottesville resident, and what those racists are doing in that town is not what Charlottesville is about. It’s a beautiful place, full of diversity and love.”

I imagine her face while she typed those half-lies, her lips curling up at the ends, waiting on “Likes” like she spoke the most obvious truths. I imagine her hands moving swiftly across the keyboard as to not lose much more time because there was a brunch to which she was already three minutes late.

I told her, “My black father is a Charlottesville resident, too, and has fallen victim to almost every part of Charlottesville’s racist system, including education and justice, and now the city has developed plans to oust him and thousands of others from their homes to ensure the photos look good when another magazine or the Washington Post comes to town to write another ‘greatest city’ article. Thanks for reminding me to once again watch Chimamanda’s ‘The Danger of a Single Story’ Ted Talk.”

My sister’s new white neighbors called the police on her last week because there was “too much noise coming from her house.” My sister lives in a house that once existed in a neighborhood where black folk rejoiced loudly no matter rain, sleet or police patrolling. The house has not moved, but it now sits in a neighborhood that brings memories of cancer wards in the nearby UVA Hospital; so sterile, so quiet, so white.

My mother calls me, sometimes too often because she’s a mother, and because she needs to make sure I’m safe wherever I am in the world. Isn’t that the politics of it? Isn’t it important to check on your black son often when he’s run far from the plantation Thomas Jefferson built, quite literally?

When she calls, we laugh. Like me, she was born in Charlottesville, and still finds reasons to laugh. My mother calls me and I’m happy. I’m happy she called, I’m happy I made it out of Charlottesville, and I’m happy to be free and black, then simultaneously sad that my happiness is political.

We know the one good cop in the city by first and last name because he’s fed us and played cards at my grandma’s house. We know the hundreds of other bad cops by last name, and we know where we aren’t wanted.

The truth is none of my white friends in Charlottesville believe me when I tell them how the city has attempted to kill blackness since long before we’ve come, and if it weren’t for their need to feel superior to someone, they’d be a little more intentional about it.

“They” being Charlottesville City Council, Charlottesville Police, Charlottesville school teachers and administrators and white women in yoga pants. Like Lucille Clifton, I celebrate “that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.”

In the name of “urban renewal,” Vinegar Hill, a black safe space in a time when black folks in Charlottesville and everywhere else weren’t safe, was destroyed by the city and left to fester until the cancerous, gentrifying folk came along. McDonald’s now sits on the land where my great-grandmother’s house once sat.

When I go home now, I can’t find my friends, or their parents. Where their homes used to be are now filled with yoga mats, string bean casseroles and tanning salon receipts. I try to call them, but their area codes have changed. They’ve been pushed out into the counties in which we said we’d never live.

To grow up black in Charlottesville and smile often is an act of revolution. I refused to let the police look at the serial number on my bike when I rode through the University of Virginia, because they weren’t going to take the joy the sun and the breeze brought while I rode down that hill fast, my feet in the air, not knowing they were following me. The smile on my face when I told them no was rebellious. When I called the one good cop and told him what happened, he made them call me and apologize. Their voices were monotone and their apologies were empty, but they called a 12-year-old black boy to apologize for attempting to kill his joy. The rarity.

The heathen I wasn’t quite raised to be, but have successfully maintained, wants to return home and knock on the doors of the homes that were stolen from our black grandparents and ask the sympathetic owners if they care enough about equality and morality to give back the stolen property. I want to ask the city if they have plans to look at how zoning could save black laughter and maintain joy. I want to ask the black residents who remain to join me.

I miss the laughter. I miss congregating on porches, merry-go-rounds and in intersections and storefronts and parks. We will have it all again and we will laugh a loud, deep, black laugh.

Darnell Lamont Walker lives in South Africa and is a filmmaker who is collecting stories and working on a documentary.