“Telling It Like It Is”: The Alley’s “A Night With Janis Joplin” Rocks the House

August 24, 2016 By Doni M. Wilson in Art, Culture, History, Life, Literature, Philosophy, Politics Leave a comment

A few years ago I saw “Love, Janis” at The Alley Theatre. It was one of the best things I had ever seen there, and I didn’t want it to end. The actress channeled Janis Joplin and her songs with aplomb, and it was one of the most successful runs in the history of The Alley.

Now, The Alley offers the stellar “A Night With Janis Joplin,” and although I don’t know how it is possible, it is even better. As in, about six standing ovations before the end of the show better. From the minute the show opens with a rock band, dancing backup singers, and lighting that makes you feel like you really are at a Janis Joplin concert, the atmosphere is electric, and that excitement level never wanes. You immediately plunge into Joplin’s deep pool of emotion and creativity, and you begin to understand how she was able to create music that was never imitative and wholly revolutionary, yet still connected to the musical predecessors that she so admired. It is easy to see how, for her, “Music is everything.” Continue reading →

H-Town Diary: The Pathways of November

December 2, 2015 By Doni M. Wilson in Art, Culture, History, Law, Life, Literature, Philosophy, Politics, Religion Tags: Adoption, Christianity, food, Houston, Houston Chefs, Pathways for Little Feet 1 Comment

I know it seems like civilization is falling to pieces, and that we cannot agree on anything, and that uncertainty can fill up a little too much real estate in your head.

And that even though Houston seems far away from Paris and Beirut and Tel Aviv, that things are so terrible all over, and that perhaps more turmoil is heading our way. It seems that chaos and pain are as close as a television, or a radio, because in a way, they are.

But sometimes, you can have an adventure, take a break from the debates in our heads, and allow the people who are doing good take center stage, distract you from the tragic, take your breath away. Fate can lead you upward—it does not always bring you to your knees.

This is what happened to me, in November, when so much pain was in Paris, Beirut, Tel Aviv, well, all over.

So first of all, the weather sent us a message: that it can be cloudless and sunny and 65 in November, a reminder that we can’t mess up everything here on earth. Sometimes, things are gorgeous and fantastic and we haven’t done a thing to deserve it. But we are grateful for the gift.

So I turned off the talking heads, turned off my radio, accepted an invitation to remember that while terrorists get so much press, there are quiet deeds going on all around us in Houston, Texas, America, and we need to make sure those get enough air time to sustain us, let us breathe. Continue reading →

Planned Parenthood and the Banality of Evil

August 3, 2015 By Anthony M. Joseph in History, Law, Philosophy, Politics 1 Comment

Nucatola: An ordinary woman

Her words can’t be bent. Her words can’t be turned and made to point in some direction other than the direction in which they do point. Dr. Deborah Nucatola, the Senior Director of Medical Services for Planned Parenthood, and the doctor featured in the first video of the Center For Medical Progress, spoke with stunning casualness of the harvesting of organs from Planned Parenthood’s many aborted fetuses. Even if (which I doubt) Planned Parenthood did not violate the law by “selling” those organs at a “profit,” no amount of legal justification can alter the impression–the fact–that this is a person who has acted with the utmost cruelty toward her fellow human beings. And she has done it from within the protective shell of an organization that has made her actions appear routine and acceptable.

This is truly the “banality of evil,” a phrase coined–and a truth proclaimed–by Jewish intellectual Hannah Arendt. Continue reading →

Graduation Day; Or, Onward and Upward

December 13, 2014 By Doni M. Wilson in Art, Culture, History, Law, Life, Literature, Philosophy, Politics, Religion 7 Comments

A version of this piece also appeared in The Houston Chronicle in the Gray Matters section on 15 December 2014.

http://www.houstonchronicle.com/local/gray-matters/article/December-graduation-and-the-things-I-want-to-5957963.php?t=dd6b3c43f279b87a02&cmpid=twitter-desktop

It’s 63 degrees in December, and I am flying down the highway to Houston Baptist University. I have left early, but I am still running late because I didn’t count on all the closed ramps around Clear Lake. I am in a hurry because I will be reading the names of the graduates for the first ceremony that starts at 9 am. That is, if I make it.

I start to wonder what my explanation will sound like if I can’t make up the time on Beltway 8. I start to think of all the people who might wonder where I am, what I am doing, and why I am late. I start to feel a little sick, and I realize I don’t have the cell phone number of Linda Clark, the Provost’s Administrative Super Woman, who seems to handle everything with perfect ease. She is the easiest person to work with in the world, and I hate the thought of letting her down. For heaven’s sakes, we are a team at graduation! I can’t just not show up! This isn’t like missing a class–there isn’t another one to make up. Then I realize everyone–President Sloan, Provost Reynolds, the board of trustees, donors–will know that I have been unable to fulfill the one requirement I have today: showing up.

It’s not like they are going to hold the ceremony for me–I mean I am not Lindsay Lohan. But I am starting to understand what she might feel like sometimes, with her ridiculous tardiness and lame excuses. Oh, Lindsay: this is no way to live.

All I want to do is get on 45, but all I see are red tail lights, feeder road, and despair. Continue reading →