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July 30, 2006
From the libraries to the cafetoriums, local puppeteers are working to make Nashville the next Puppet Capital of the World. It is even whispered in certain circles that by the time we enter the next decade, our town will be known not for Toby Keith and Dolly Parton, but instead, for its puppets. Far and wide, Nashville will be a mecca where puppet lovers can share their mania for sticking their hands inside dolls and making them talk in funny voices.
With this in mind, I attended opening night, er, day, of our city park’s inaugural foray into the world of puppetdom, in what could only be described as a frenzy of anticipation.
Bravely, the show’s producers used only word-of-mouth during the annual Children’s Picnic to announce their puppeteering debut. With minutes to spare, a young woman walked the park’s ample lawns, loudly proclaiming the upcoming production to a sizable crowd of parents and their young progeny.
”The Puppet Show starts in five minutes!” she intoned with an air of great mystery and importance. “The Puppet Show is starting! It’s happening over there by the trees. Come on, y’all!”
Following a small band of toddlers, I made my way to the stage, a plywood model of minimalism bearing only a rectangular hole covered by a faded curtain. Nearly fainting from excitement and a need to pee, I took my seat on a nearby hay bale and settled in for what was certain to be a stellar performance. It wasn’t long before the star puppets made their entrance onto the stage. I gaped in horror.
The leads were merely two stuffed animals with holes in their nether regions– holes that only the most amateurish hands would deign to invade. I was certain I had seen both of these so-called puppets in the children’s section of Border’s. On sale.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t to be my only disappointment.
“Mmmpfh bladgh em blghh,” the first puppet said.
“Agbhe iggauh fumfh,” the second puppet replied.”Mfiggle mmmphef feh.”
A few small children drew closer to the stage, as did I on my knees. Only by kneeling right in front of the plywood could we make out the puppeteers’ faint voices coming from the other side.
“FMemad recycle trash.”
“Maghe fizzle litter.”
From what I could tell, the first act left much to be desired. Yet the toddlers didn’t seem to mind. Instead, they reached for the fluffy “puppets,” straining to touch them.
Suddenly, a head appeared from behind the curtain.
“Could y’all sit down please? Sit! Right now!”
I leaped back in astonishment from where I crouched among the children. In one shocking moment, the symbolic fourth wall had come crashing down. After extensive research, I now believe this device, first popularized by Bertolt Brecht, was a first in Nashville puppet theater.
But the surprises didn’t end there. Within seconds, an arm, naked of fur or glass eyes, shot out onto the stage, grabbing blindly for young heads and pushing them out of the spotlight.
“You! And you! Sit!” At last, the puppeteer’s face retreated back behind the curtain. Her arm followed shortly thereafter. An adult member of the audience stood.
“They can’t hear you,” she shouted. My brow furrowed. Was this part of the script? I scribbled furiously in my notebook. The puppeteer reappeared to address her audience.
“I! Am doing! The best that I can! Okay?!” The curtain fell.
Although the puppets continued mumbling, the production was effectively over. Much of the audience left. My family and I were among them.
Ultimately, Warner Park’s production of The Puppet Show failed as a modernist experiment in the ongoing chronology of Nashville’s puppet history. Indeed, I cannot say I even know what Warner Park’s The Puppet Show was about. Although I dare not speak for all puppet lovers, this critic advises our park to stick with Butterfly Day Hikes.
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>Oh dear… I’m glad my puppet show last wednesday went better than that, even if I did drop the knight’s sword that was supposed to be stuck in my dragon’s maw… LOL.
>This just reinforces my excuses for never going out. How dare they besmirch the fine tradition and hitory of puppetry?
>The only thing worse than a bad puppet show is a bad clown. When my brother was in preschool he came home from a birthday party and told us, “there was a clown there, but it wasn’t a real clown. Just somebody dressed up like one.”People like that have no business sticking their hands up puppetholes.
>holy shit. trauma for wee ones
>Why, I never!
>I played Peter last year in a puppet show for a local fundraiser. I did not break down the fourth wall, professional that I am.
>You know while this was happening, you were thinking, ” Oh, good. Now I don’t have to worry about what to post on my blog today” LOL What the heck were they thinking?
>Hilarious post…you’d think professionals in puppetry from Nashville would recognize the traumatic nature of breaking down the wall…did you know that the characters at Disney World will get automatically fired if they take off their head? Enjoyed reading.-Kate (desperate houswife from Ohio)
>There’s nothing worse than bad theatre – in any form. Children’s theatre is kind of a responsibility. You have to really care about those kids and what they think. I ran a theatre school for children aged 4 – 18; so I know from good theatre and what it takes to entertain and work with kids. I put together better shows than that when I was in Junior High School, for heaven’s sake! The worst part is – the person who organized that debacle was probably paid for it. Imagine that – getting paid for being bad at your job and nasty to boot!
>Puppeteers who actually push kids’ heads deserve a hand…up their nether regions. ;^)
>Oh my. A Brechtian puppet show; that’s a bit much for toddlers. My drama teacher would have loved it for class material though 😉
>Obviously…you just don’t “get” performance art. ; )
>These puppeteers obviously don’t have children, know anything about children, or how to deal with children. I’m sorry it was such a dud!LBC
>The only thing I fear more than puppets are clowns. Yet another thing my husband will be in charge of attending when the kids are older. Particularly if they suck.
>That is HILARIOUS!Thanks for all your posts – this is my fav blog!
>I’m doing the best I can?!?Holy crap! I’d hate to catch you on an ‘off’ day! Jeez!SUCK IT UP-you are working for KIDS for God’s sake!
>Oh good lord!! What a joke! Poor kids, too… they’re never going to understand what a puppet show is supposed to look like…LOL.
>You obviously don’t get high art. Granted, it would have worked much better if they had actually thrown bricks at the children…then you would have understood their subtle commentary of modern society.This is what happens when you invite the bourgoisie to fine puppetry exhibitions.
>All I can say, is thank you for distracting me from the massive yellowjacket invasion in my hosue. This was seriosuly the first time I have laughed all day.
>Holy crap that bites. Way to instill a fear of puppets in those toddlers forever, jackass! I’d have been pissed.
>well, I, for one, am glad the puppeteer nipped all the fun in the bud. there can’t be any of THAT! 🙂
>”working to make Nashville the next Puppet Capital of the World”Am I the only one that finds this quite sad?”Suddenly, a head appeared from behind the curtain.”and immediately you knew why these so-called “pupeteers” were doing a show in the park and not on Broadway in Avenue Q.”grabbing blindly for young heads and pushing them out of the spotlight”And no parent broke that arm? I am (I guess) impressed with the restraint show. I can’t say that I would have been as accomodating.
>Well shoot!We’re going to see a musician/puppeteer at the library tonight. I hope he’s better than this!! I’ll have to write something up tomorrow.
>HA HA HA! That’s damn funny. A one-man puppet show gone tragically wrong.
>OMG…ROFLOL!!!!How do you do it Suburban?