By Mike Finkelstein
On Friday night Garrison Keillor and the cast of A Prairie Home Companion descended upon the Greek Theater ostensibly to record the latest installment of their delightfully entertaining radio show for public radio. It was a beautiful evening as the sun started to set over Griffith Park. You couldn’t imagine a more intimate feeling in a gathering of thousands.
As I headed to my seat, there seemed to be some commotion in front of me…and this was because Keillor had made his entrance by sauntering up in song from the stage and arriving all the way at the top of the theatre to savor the view.
A Prairie Home Companion is a unique slice of radio entertainment these days. The show’s format is a throwback to old time radio variety shows. It relies on the engaging voices of its host and cast to bring cleverly worded scripts to warm life. True to the old radio tradition, listeners can’t help but let their imagination run with it to concoct their own vision of what they hear. That’s a lost art in these times of nonstop video gratification. But the sound of it was vintage radio, even with the modern references. How would it be with no need to imagine the proceedings? I’m happy to say the results were thoroughly entertaining.
The rear of the stage had, naturally, a life size façade of a narrow two-story Minnesota prairie style house, as well as the logos of several of the mock sponsors of the show. The 7-piece Shoe band, led by pianist Rich Dworsky and guitarist Pat Donohue, sat in several layers in front of the house. Whether they were featured or setting up the atmosphere with background music, their blend of jazz, folk, and boogie was a perfect fit with the rest of the program.
To the side of the stage we had the fascinating table of gizmos and knick-knacks that Fred Farrell uses for sound effects. His crop duster impression was perfection, as were his one-man cocktail party, flushing toilets, breaking branches (Styrofoam plate) and flapping wings. Next to Farrell stood Tim Russell and Sue Scott.
At center stage there was Garrison Keillor, moving the whole thing along so very smoothly. The guests for the night included Martin Sheen reading scripted characters, Lily Tomlin reading scripts and making conversation, Paula Poundstone doing standup and also reading scripts and conversing.
It’s fun to watch actors and comedy artists do something formatted like reading a radio script as you can see their personalities leap forth while they read. Ah, the lost art of simply reading aloud with panache. Lily Tomlin got to deliver the line, conversationally, “What is reality but a collective hunch?” and Tim Russell got on a roll with his impressions of George W. Bush, Al Gore, Bill Clinton, Tom Brokaw, and even Henry Kissinger.
The musical guests included semi-regular PHC members, the singing sisters Jearlynn and Jevetta Steele. They gave the music a gospel feel when they sang, very up beat and just as joyous. Colin Hay, formerly of Men at Work, performed solo. He is an engaging storyteller, a man with different guitar for each song, and he has a big, rich voice. It’s been a while since I’ve heard “Overkill,” but I remembered how good the lyrics were when I first heard them.
Between the skits, monologues, musical numbers, and mock ads, one becomes aware that there is a prodigious amount of material and coordination that goes into putting these shows together on a weekly basis. Whoa! In one monologue Keillor told us about the descent into LAX and filled us in on fine details of places like Whittier, Southgate, and who is buried in the Inglewood Cemetery. Speeches like this take a fair amount of research every week.
There was so much beautiful rhyme woven into the night’s dialogue. It was also there in the lyrics of the songs, the ads, and even in a touching poem that Keillor wrote for a neighbor’s cat (“they are God’s beauty”). Well, the show was sponsored by P.O.E.M (the Professional Organization of English Majors).
No PHC show would be complete without an episode of Guy Noir, private eye. This installment featured erudite flirtations between Keillor and Tomlin, plenty of alliteration, and an amusing dissection of the lyrics to doo wop songs like “Who Put The Bomp,” and “Who Wrote The Book Of Love.” The actors were clearly enjoying the humor in the written words and riffing a bit with it, too.
During this two and a half hours show there were a whole lot of ideas touched upon. Many times we noticed how little time it took to get a pretty deep observation about people over to the audience. Near the end of the show Keilor told us about the time he was asked to give the commencement speech at his high school. He went on to describe how he didn’t speak about the lifelong bonds that we make with people from our youth (that they are our tribe), but about instead about success. It turned into a heartfelt reminiscence of his youth — and then the principal mentioned how hard it is to get a good graduation speaker.
But I’m guessing Garrison Keillor actually gave a great speech at Lake Wobegon High School.
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Photos courtesy of the Prairie Home Companion.
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