Totes the Sloats: A quintessential New York wedding

That one time two beautiful book lovers got married in a freakin' NYC book store

Say hi to my super-terrific, MFEO friends, Rebecca and Ian!




They're married now (#TotesTheSloats). And their wedding weekend was cooler than your wedding weekend. Friday night, us girls hit up Marie's Crisis for some good old-fashioned Broadway sing-alongs. A delight, but next time: less Miss Saigon, more Hairspray, please. 

Saturday's rehearsal dinner was held at Ample Hills Creamery, where the bride and groom had Shake Shack burgers and fries catered in before treating us to four kinds of ice cream. Ooey Gooey Butter Cake for the win — also drawing on brown craft paper table runners.

Rehearsal night ended with karaoke at Gagopa Karaoke; a natural Wedding Eve progression. If you don't know, karaoke bars with private rooms are a popular thing in Asia, so of course you can find such delights in the cultural mecca that is NYC. We had two private rooms, thus singing only for those nearest and dearest. It's truly the best experience, and I wish Milwaukee would get on board. Don't forget the champagne, hype lights, and tambourines! They're a must.




Enter: Wedding day. For those of you keeping score at home, yes, this was a Sunday wedding. So on Sunday, the bridal party primped and prettied in none other than the penthouse of the NoMo SoHo Hotel — a crazy-lucky upgrade because the bridal suite wasn't ready yet. The place had nearly 360-degree views of the city. If a better upgrade exists in life — better than being bumped up to a freakin' Manhattan penthouse on your wedding day — I don't know what it is.




The ceremony and reception took place at a book shop called Housing Works. Am I starstruck by an independent NYC bookstore? Why yes, yes I am. This one has picture books displayed on columned shelves and a shapely staircase that leads to the balcony. Bonus: 100% of venue proceeds benefit the homeless living with HIV/AIDS. 

At go time, Rebecca floated in — ethereal elf-fairy queen of a bride that she was — to the tune of "Kiss the Girl" from The Little Mermaid. She and Ian said "I do" in an alcove of books — fitting for a girl who works in publishing and a boy who runs a library. 

Cocktail hour ushered in an especially sweet hors d'oeuvre: fancy-pants cotton candy. The spun sugar was flavored with lavender and topped with edible glitter. As if that wasn't magic enough, dinner consisted of fried chicken, mac 'n' cheese, and biscuits.

For their first dance, Ian and Rebecca rummaged through the 1997 archives and pulled out Shania Twain's "From This Moment On." Kudos to the happy couple for getting ahead of the curve, as that song has somehow passed from cliché into nostalgia.




Also wonderfully nostalgic: scads of disposable cameras set about the space for all to use. Way more fun than having everyone on their phones — and also to thank for all of the photos featured here. 

Thank you to Rebecca and Ian for all the incredible memories, whether captured on film or logged in the brain bank. If this wedding weekend is any indication of things to come, it's going to be one exuberant, wildly fun, and warm-fuzzy, love-filled lifetime. 

Milwaukee Rep presents "The All Night Strut"

A rollicking night of nostalgia & toe-tappin' tunes

On Opening Night in the Stackner Cabaret, a few minutes past show time, the clatter of silverware slowed and chatter turned to murmurs of anticipation. Out of the blue came an ear-piercing train conductor’s whistle—the first word of welcome in The All Night Strut. 

The scene is set like a glamorous mid-century dining car, the likes in which one might expect to find Bing Crosby crooning about snow. Instead, the conductor snags some laughs before taking his place at the upright piano in the corner. First stop: Chattanooga! 

Enter the remaining four in this cast of five, their bags packed for a journey through America’s songbook of the 1930s and 40s. Think this repertoire could spell a snooze fest? Think again. This is an upbeat, lighthearted musical revue that flows breezily through nearly thirty tunes from “Minnie the Moocher” to “White Cliffs of Dover” to “As Time Goes By.” For a healthy dose of nostalgia—and a reminder that these are songs worth remembering—you couldn’t ask for a better setlist. 

You also couldn’t ask for a better, more-talented cast of five. Each artist is a triple threat, belting and boogying while running through a slew of instruments: piano, stand-up bass, violin, guitar, trombone, sax, trumpet, and drums—plus fascinatin’ rhythms courtesy of snapping fingers and tap shoes. 

The Conductor, Jonathan Spivey, often holds down the piano and trombone, but breaks for the likes of “Java Jive,” a surprisingly standout, cheeky little number in Act One. At times, it’s these more obscure tunes that sneak up and delight you. If you haven’t heard “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square,” Brian Russell Carey’s acoustic version is the only version you’ll need. His voice has a lovely easiness to it, as does Nygel D. Robinson, who soulfully croons “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?” 

For the ladies, Kelly Faulkner returns to the Cabaret to do what she does best: sing her heart out. From the terrifically fast-paced “In the Mood” to the tender, tear-jerking ballad “I’ll Be Seeing You,” Faulkner’s range, both in music and mood, shines throughout. Katherine Thomas rounds out the quintet with deep, effortless warmth in her voice. Oh the miraculous things she can do when she sings! Thomas’ rich tones are an absolute treat; her presence, radiant. 

The All Night Strut does a good job of giving each of these marvelous artists a moment in the spotlight, but it’s just as entertaining to see them play off each other. Act Two’s “Beat Me Daddy, Eight to the Bar” is a frenzy of on-stage chemistry: All five performers crowd around the piano, taking non-stop turns playing solos, duets, and trios, while the upright spins for all to see the flurry of fingers tickling the ivories. At one point, Robinson and Spivey hold Carey’s legs aloft as he plays—like a keg stand, piano style. 

Like the whole of The All Night Strut, it’s just plain fun. Moving into the holiday season, isn’t that what we crave from live theater? This musical revue boasts the right kind of energy for the whole family—parents, grandparents, and even youngsters who might be primed to appreciate that music is a snapshot in time. These melodies and lyrics captured the mood of a war-time nation, and whether those songs hold up on their own merit, or whether nostalgia plays a part, it’s a pleasure to hop on board and visit the past through the songs of The All Night Strut.

Photo credit: Michael Brosilow

Bayfield 2018

Old things, new things, Lake Superior things

Another year, another family trip to about as up north as you can go in Wisconsin. This time, Bayfield was filled with some newness — like a new wine tasting experience, a new at-home cocktail, a new coffee shop, and new opinions on the pancakes at The Fat Radish (said opinions would be mine). 

As is the Lawler family way, the weekend started with a stop at Erickson's Orchard. This is where, if they only have nine bags of apple chips, you simply buy all nine bags to stock up. It's survival of the fittest, and in Bayfield, the fittest live off apple chips. This stop takes all of ten minutes. 




Next up, it's Hauser's Superior View Farm, former home of the Bayfield Winery. Here you can sample apples and hard cider and climb the two flights of stairs to the Scenic Overlook and Jim's collection of hats, beer cans, toy tractors, and more. I'd describe for you just how many hats, but you'd probably still accuse me of underselling their sheer number upon viewing them yourself.  

Now the Bayfield Winery, which used to be housed at Hauser's, is located around a bend on a beautiful stretch of orchard land. Step inside, and it's a different experience from others in the small Lake Superior town. Wine flights are served in a waterfall of glassware, and there are bites and nibbles to share. On a nice day, there's even a small patio overlooking the orchard. 

When tummies start rumbling, it's The Fat Radish for dinner. Be sure to make a reservation! Some menu notes from our experience: Don't get the pork skewer. It sounds good, but disappoints. Do get the white fish dinner, the fish tacos, and the Fish Booyah, which is the Radish take on bouillabaisse. 

If going there for breakfast, everyone in our party loved the corned beef hash. But note to self: The pancakes aren't for me (too dense, and not even served with butter), and the Korean barbecue bowl was lacking. Next time, I'm going back to the breakfast sammy. 

Other Rittenhouse Avenue staples include a stop at the Candy Shoppe to order an apple pie, which will invariably be ready for pick-up after 3pm. Then there's Joanne's Scandinavian, my favorite little shop. I've been known to walk away with expensive socks, a red tea kettle, or a gift for expecting friends. Sweet Sailing is where you go to get fudge, fancy mustards, and two-for-one pounds of saltwater taffy.   

Also new this year: Kickapoo Coffee! This really is like having a taste of the city — not surprising, as there is a Kickapoo in Milwaukee, too. It's nice to have a spot where you could hunker down and use the wifi, buy a cool Kickapoo t-shirt or mug, or just come out of the chill for a few over a salted caramel latte. 




When at home — er, our rented condo with a view — we like to get pizza to-go from the Manypenny Bistro. Just think twice next time before asking me to carry it home solo, because I will most likely walk the two-blocks back to the condo with the box tilted just enough to ruin half the pizza. But hey, it still tasted good! This year, we washed it down with a scrumptious peppery ginger cider. 

As for getting outside and stretching our legs, we made time for the Brownstone Trail, affectionately called The Path in our family. But the weather this time did not inspire other long walks. Next time, we must make room for cemetery bingo and a trip to the Iron Bridge trail. So little time, so much nothing-urgent to do! 

Next Act Theatre presents "Outside Mullingar"

An Irish tale of family & feeling quietly charms

“The middle. The middle is the best part. The middle of everything is always the heart of the thing.” While John Patrick Shanley’s Irish-romance-meets-family-dramedy deals with its share of beginnings and endings, Outside Mullingar is a play that finds its two main characters planted in the middle. Anthony and Rosemary are middle-aged and at the crossroads of their separate life paths. The question is: Will those paths converge?

The two grew up side by side on neighboring farms in Ireland with their families’ combined history ever tied to the land—particularly a stretch of farm that should belong to Anthony but, due to a silly childhood tantrum, now belongs to Rosemary. The two bicker plenty, fight against their romantic inclinations, and have different ideas of what makes life worth living. Yet under it all, they care deeply.

This will-they-won’t-they play is especially fun to watch thanks to the husband and wife team of David Cecsarini as Anthony and Deborah Staples as Rosemary. Staples is fiery and self-assured, beautifully rendering Shanley’s poetic phrasing and moods with masterful grace.

Cecsarini maintains a sympathetic sort of mystery until his character’s final charming curveball, revealed near the end of Act Two. It was a challenge, Cescarini said during a post-show talk back, to depict Anthony as a man caught under his father’s thumb, while keeping him from being too dark and brooding.

James Pickering plays the aforementioned father’s thumb, Tony. Pickering has a knack for portraying believable stodgy old coots that both mangle and melt hearts. Tony is an amalgam of motivations from family pride to legacy to the want of an eleventh-hour amends with his son. Pickering’s final on-stage moments make the heart simultaneously ache and sigh; it’s a lovely moment to behold.

Tony’s elderly counterpart is Rosemary’s mother, Aoife—a woman who has just lost her husband and is grappling with grief. Carrie Hitchcock is ever a chameleon, blending seamlessly into the roles she takes on, and Aoife is no exception. She draws laughter and the occasional welled-up tear in a memorable, moving performance that highlights the marvelous breadth and depth of Hitchcock’s craft.

Seeing these four greats on one stage at Next Act is a singular experience, so go see Outside Mullingar if you’re a fan of Milwaukee theater. Go if you have an affinity for Ireland and if you enjoy a well-crafted slow burn. This is a story of family and feeling, with a fanciful little twist. Go if you like the thought of pondering the boxes we put ourselves in—what we believe can or can’t be true for us, based on imaginary constructs. Outside Mullingar dares us to challenge those boxes and live knowing that “Life is here! We name it!”

Photo credit: Ross Zentner

Broadway's "Something Rotten" comes to Milwaukee

Shakespeare meets musicals for a cute, kitschy time

"Nothing's as amazing as a musical, with song and dance and sweet romance, and happy endings happening by happenstance." For musical theater lovers, Something Rotten is, at its heart, an ode to musical theater — and the show wears its heart on its sleeve. Speaking of hearts on sleeves: Shakespeare. The heart of Something Rotten also beats madly for Shakespeare.




Set in 1595, this is the story of Nick and Nigel Bottom, two brothers who are desperate to write the next hit play. In an attempt to top everyone's favorite rockstar Bard, Shakespeare, Nick asks a local soothsayer what will be the next big thing in theater. The fortune teller peers into the future and sees bright lights, catchy tunes, feathered chorus girls, dance breaks, kick lines, and simultaneous singing and acting. That's right — musicals are the next big thing.

From there, the references to musical theater abound. Everything from Sound of Music to Cats to Fiddler to Les Mis gets a momentary riff. The tone overall is cute and kitschy; the kind of light, frothy, un-challenging spectacle one would expect from a show with such musical numbers as "God, I Hate Shakespeare" and "Hard to Be the Bard." Where the challenge lies, for fans of both musical and Shakespearean theater, is trying to catch as many of the references as you can.

While some theatergoers may crave a little more meat and genuine feeling from their musicals, it's important to remember that's not what Something Rotten is aiming for. It's meant to be a delightful, dazzling escape filled with corseted girls in golden tap shoes, The Bard on air guitar, and a big ol' wink to the audience before launching knowingly into any musical encore. If serious theater is your only joy, then you will find little of it here; playfulness and jokes made of delicious low-hanging fruit rule in Something Rotten.

Of the cast bringing this show to Milwaukee, Matthew Michael Janisse and Richard Spitaletta as brothers Nick and Nigel Bottom, respectively, do their parts ample justice. Spitaletta is especially endearing, and he's perfectly matched by his love interest, Portia, played by Jennifer Elizabeth Smith. She's adorably sweet with a hilarious innocence ever-laced with sexual undertones. Nigel and Portia's duet, "I Love the Way," ranks among my personal favorites. Nick's wife, Bea, is played by Emily Kristen Morris — another funny lady with a full and lovely voice to boot.

Truly all of the cast nailed the wonderful choreography and seemed to nail the singing — I just wish we could have heard some of it more clearly. This lack of clarity is not an uncommon sentiment, per my own experiences at the Marcus Center and those patrons grumbling around me at intermission. Often times, the audio simply isn't clear, the music overshadows the voices, and it's hard to make out what the actors are sing-saying.

It's a shame really, because the experience of seeing a show at the Marcus certainly colors the experience of the show overall. And it's not just this one time — Something Rotten is only the latest to suffer a little from the acoustics they've been dealt here in Milwaukee.

How to combat this? Short of suggesting a new theater venue (wouldn't it be loverly?!), I'd advise listening to any musical before seeing it at the Marcus Center. That's something I didn't do for Something Rotten, but rather wish I had.

Photo credit: Jeremy Daniel

Milwaukee Opera Theatre's “Antiology” Comes to Boswell Books

When life’s missing a hootenanny, you create one

Jill Anna Ponasik of the Milwaukee Opera Theatre (MOT) says two things converged to pave the way for Antiology: “First, composer John Glover and librettist Kelley Rourke expressed interest in creating a piece that would explore the issue of catastrophic data loss. 

Then, while trying to figure out how to help them do that, I asked baritone Andrew Wilkowse what was missing from his life.” It’s a question Ponasik often tosses out when the MOT begins a new commission. “A hootenanny,” Andy answered.

Ponasik took the next logical steps and started preparations to commission a hootenanny about catastrophic data loss. A lightbulb moment sprung from Dana Spiotta’s novel Eat the Document, which grapples with information storage, personal identity, and the shift from analog to digital. This was the book the creative team wanted to dig into; Ponasik helped them do just that.

And so Antiology was born! Performing at Boswell Books from October 10th to the 12th, the experience will be part book club, with author Dana Spiotta reading excerpts from her novel, part new opera, with Andy the baritone performing arias adapted from the book, and part — as Ponasik calls it — “anartchist jam band concert, featuring classic songs from the 70s, each of which plays an influential role in the novel.”

The musicians include Jack Forbes Wilson on keys, Kat Wodke on guitar and banjolin, Eva Nimmer on guitar, banjolele, and ukulele, Monique Ross on cello, and Joe Riggenbach on mandolin, recorder, flute, and maybe trombone. “In other words,” says Ponasik, “we're putting a pile of instruments in the middle of the bookstore and having at it.”

This mix of hair-brained schemes and insane creativity are what make the Milwaukee Opera Theatre such a gem in the Milwaukee performing arts community. Leave it to Ponasik and her band of visionaries to host the seeds of a new opera at an east side bookstore, backed by a jubilant jumble of instruments — which will round out the hootenanny portion of the evening, no doubt.

In the slew of vibrant, singular experiences that the MOT has put forth in recent years, Antiology is shaping up to join the ranks of greatness. So bring an open ear, a festive spirit, and maybe even your finger cymbals to Boswell Books this week for the kind of frolicsome good time that only the Milwaukee Opera Theatre can create.

The Skylight presents "Pippin"

Schwartz's 1973 classic does its magic in Milwaukee

Lights flood the scene and the curtain is flung aloft as the ensemble bends and stretches, turning the Cabot stage into a pre-show rehearsal hall. Even before the music starts, we're shown this is a break-the-fourth-wall kind of production; a play within a play. In Pippin's opening number, the Leading Player — a literal ring leader — invites us to join her acting troupe for an hour or two and gives us a preview of the plot about to unfold: Intrigue, humor, romance, illusion, battles, and lots of "magic to do."

To sum up, Pippin tells the story of a young prince in search of a meaningful life. Upon leaving university, he searches for that meaning by dabbling in war, lust, and common work, always believing himself to be extraordinary, and therefore destined for something more fulfilling than these empty pursuits.

This search for significance makes for a story that holds up across the decades. Pippinis a child of the 70s, having brought home five Tony awards in 1973. A sort of flower-power influence is felt throughout the show, in certain tones and melodies. Yet the themes are timeless and relatable, with the score ever a mix of foot-tapping and heart-lifting.

What the Skylight brings to Stephen Schwartz's already glorious music and lyrics is a cast and creative team brimming with sheer brilliance. As the titular Pippin, Lucas Pastrana shines. More than stirring vocals both sweet and soaring, he also boasts the acting chops, lending a youthful sense of wonder to the soul-searching Pippin. Commanding the stage from show-stoppers to tender ballads, Pastrana indeed finds his "corner of the sky" — and that corner is one of rising star and certified leading man.

Krystal Drake's Leading Player pairs perfectly with Pastrana's Pippin. Drake delivers insanely controlled, powerful vocals from the get-go, and her commitment to precision is an asset throughout the show. She gives a undeniably fierce performance, as does the entire ensemble.

Many others in the cast take their turn having a moment in the spotlight. Standouts include the hilarious Todd Denning as Pippin's father, Elaine Parsons Herro as the tap-dancing, lots-of-laughs granny, Kathryn Hausman as the sultry, conniving stepmother, and Natalie Ford as Pippin's love interest, Catherine, her voice sweet and pure as can be.

This cast of characters moves together in marvelous choreography by Christal Wagner. The dancing is simply some of the best to grace the the Cabot Theater in recent memory. While the dances and movements are entrancing on the whole, contortionist Ayana Strutz deserves a special mention: she's so crazy-good, it's hard to take your eyes off her.

Scenic Designer Keith Pitts and Lighting Designer Jason Fassl use their talent to round out the splendor on display, as the play between simple sets, light, and shadow add an awe-inspiring depth to the show. Scenes featuring human shadow puppetry are especially remarkable.

In the end, Pippin calls into question the pursuit of glory and "one perfect act." It's the idea of owning one shining, dramatic moment, rather than compromising and settling for what might be considered commonplace. Though Pippin's hopeful message rings clear, this Skylight production compromises on nothing. From cast to choreography to set design, it couldn't be further from commonplace. Pippin is magic through and through — a near-perfect act indeed.

Photo Credit: Ross Zentner