{"id":2772,"date":"2017-06-24T19:53:54","date_gmt":"2017-06-24T10:23:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/?p=2772"},"modified":"2017-06-26T19:55:13","modified_gmt":"2017-06-26T10:25:13","slug":"the-sound-of-falling-stars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/?p=2772","title":{"rendered":"The Sound of Falling Stars"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Adelaide Cabaret Festival<br \/>\nMurray Bramwell<br \/>\nForever Young<\/p>\n<p>The Sound of Falling Stars<br \/>\nCameron Goodall<br \/>\nwith George Butrumlis and Enio Pozzebon<br \/>\nWritten and directed by Robyn Archer.<br \/>\nDunstan Playhouse, Adelaide Festival Centre.<br \/>\nJune 21.<br \/>\n<u>Four Stars<\/u><\/p>\n<p>\u201cThings they do look awful c-c-old\u201d sang The Who, talking about their generation, \u201cI hope I die before I get old.\u201d  But the bittersweet legend of an early death long preceded 1965. Take your pick \u2013 you might start with Goethe\u2019s 1774 <em>sturm und drang<\/em> best-seller <em>The Sorrows of Young<\/em> <em>Werther; <\/em>or that Marvellous Boy, Thomas Chatterton, dead at seventeen; John Keats expiring from tuberculosis at 26; or Percy Shelley drowned at 29. The list is long and the mythologising is relentless.<\/p>\n<p>It is no wonder that the 20<sup>th<\/sup> century perpetuation of this gemlike  memorial flame &#8211; in Hollywood films and pop music &#8211; is even more intense. Death cults and the mass media were made for each other. Nowadays, the smartphone has taken recreational grieving to an altogether new level.<\/p>\n<p>In <em>The Sound of Falling Stars<\/em>, a journey up the stairway to Rock and Roll Heaven, writer and director Robyn Archer delves the music, medical records and motivations of those celebrated singers who died before their time. This is not a new idea and the project is sometimes unwieldy, but it has a set-list to die for and a true star performer in Cameron Goodall to bring it all to life.<\/p>\n<p>Beginning with those immortals from the 1950s, Elvis Presley and Hank Williams, crooning <em>Are You Lonesome Tonight ? Your<\/em> <em>Cheating Heart<\/em> and the blood-chilling <em>Angel of Death<\/em>, Goodall is in full command of his daunting task \u2013 to morph,  channel, impersonate and interpret his way through a list of some of the finest vocalists ever recorded. And he gives it a very good shake.<\/p>\n<p>The chronology has some surprises including vocal ones. He delivers a rich operatic tenor for <em>O Sole Mio, <\/em>introducing the short life in the fast lane for pop Caruso, Mario Lanza . Archer rewrites <em>Drink,<\/em> <em>Drink, Drink<\/em> to include \u201cDrink, Diet, more Drink\u201d to indicate his overeating, crash dieting, alcohol problems and eventual heart attack at 38.  Also showcasing his vocal range is <em>Beyond the Sea<\/em>, the Bobby Darin (infarction at 37) hit, along with <em>Splish Splash<\/em> which also topped the charts<\/p>\n<p>Death by aviation features, of course. Mercifully we don\u2019t get <em>American Pie, <\/em>but Goodall takes his hat off to Buddy Holly (<em>Rave On\/Be Bop a Lula<\/em>) The Big Bopper, and the seventeen year old Hispanic heart-throb, Richie Valens with a vibrant version of  <em>La Bomba<\/em>, splendidly supported, including with back-up vocals, from the band \u2013 George Butrumlis on accordion and Enio Pozzebon on keyboards.<\/p>\n<p>From pop to soul \u2013 and gospel- the melancholy list turns to Otis Redding and the ill-fated Sam Cooke. Again, Goodall\u2019s renderings of (<em>Sittin\u2019 on)The Dock of the Bay<\/em> and <em>Try a Little Tenderness<\/em> are terrific and we want more than just snippets of Cooke\u2019s <em>Cupid<\/em> and the immortal classic <em>You Send Me<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>The end of the 60s decade is well-represented, of course, since the casualty list was unusually high \u2013 and especially shocking when Hendrix, Janis Joplin (who is unmentioned here) and Jim Morrison died within months of each other. The Jim Morrison cameo is vocally compelling \u2013 including <em>Light My Fire<\/em> and <em>People are Strange<\/em>&#8211; but the impersonation, as with some others, verges on caricature and undermines &#8211; not the solemnity, that is not the issue \u2013 but the credibility of the musical tributes.<\/p>\n<p>There are a number of highlights in this very high calibre production. Goodall\u2019s version of John Lennon\u2019s <em>Mother,<\/em> brilliantly captures its primal anguish, and the uncanny replication of both Buckleys, <em>pere <\/em>and <em>fils,<\/em> Tim and Jeff, with <em>Hong Kong Bar, Song to the Siren<\/em> and The Smiths cover, <em>I Know it\u2019s Over,<\/em> is outstanding.<\/p>\n<p>The singer-songwriter acoustic material works well every time. The band creates a surprisingly big sound when required (despite the absence of bass and percussion) and creates atenderness with, for example, the Nick Drake material. Goodall is an excellent guitarist \u2013 12 string for the Buckleys and intricate finger-picking for Drake\u2019s introspective minstrelsy on <em>Fly<\/em> and <em>Way to Blue<\/em>. Elliot Smith also gets a deserved inclusion with <em>Waltz #2<\/em> but didn\u2019t need the chest stabbing gestures \u2013 that seemed, shall we say, heartless.<\/p>\n<p>It is a great buzz to see a brand new show that exceeds even the high expectations that Robyn Archer and these superb musicians merit but there are elements that are still not yet resolved. It refers to more than thirty singers in its catalogue of the deceased and the asides on Sal Mineo, Michael Hutchence, Marc Hunter and others become hasty and flippant. Better to dwell longer on fewer and sing these classic ballads and blues in their full thrall.<\/p>\n<p>Also, it may add \u2018edge\u2019 to have a frame narrative from Sid Vicious but his thoughts on either music or the fragility of existence are not memorable. Sid was named Vicious after his ferret and he was a pathetic lost soul not a Romantic halcyon &#8211; so Archer\u2019s commentary on the rock and roll death wish is not well located.<\/p>\n<p>Far better is the actual conclusion to this night in the tower of song, Kurt Cobain\u2019s enigmatically brilliant <em>Smells Like Teen Spirit. <\/em>\u201cWith the lights out, it\u2019s less dangerous\/Here we are now\/entertain us\/ I feel stupid and contagious\/Here we are now\/entertain us.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Amazingly, Cameron Goodall still has enough in the tank to make this an extraordinary finale \u2013 triumphant, vehement and deeply wounded. It speaks for all the evening\u2019s stars now fallen \u2013 sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.<\/p>\n<p>We will be hearing more of <em>The Sound of Falling Stars<\/em>. It will not be dying young, that\u2019s for sure.<\/p>\n<p>Daily Review, June 24, 2017.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Adelaide Cabaret Festival Murray Bramwell Forever Young The Sound of Falling Stars Cameron Goodall with George Butrumlis and Enio Pozzebon Written and directed by Robyn Archer. Dunstan Playhouse, Adelaide Festival Centre. June 21. Four Stars \u201cThings they do look awful c-c-old\u201d sang The Who, talking about their generation, \u201cI hope I die before I get old.\u201d But the bittersweet legend of an early death long preceded 1965. 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