Congratulations to the citizens of Lake City for a successful launch! During a recent walk downtown, I stepped into a jewel at The Mercantile, and memories of working in the local tobacco fields as a young adult to earn the privilege to shop Main Street were quite nostalgic. Thank you Darla Moore for returning home and sharing life's blessings with the many. Quite frankly, I was disappointed with the lack of corporate support from the anchor businesses like Wal-Mart that helped shut down Main Street decades ago. But, I know as a fellow collector how home-grown art can fill your life with much inspiration, joy and happiness. I look forward to supporting this fabulous event and Lake City on its journey thru revitalization. Its local roots run deep and wide, and I cannot wait for the boutiques, hotel and convention center to open. Charlestonians will embrace the short trip, and relish in the discovery of this new hope Southern town embracing its past and heading steadfast into a luxurious future.
Daniel Island, SC
A fan of Virginia Rodrigues I looked forward to enjoying her performance at Spoleto 2012. As an attendee to her debut performance during 2001 at the Cistern, her energy was magnetic, range commanding, voice crisp and Jazz ensemble filled that evening with electricity under the grand oaks. Though the Charleston setting was muggy, with the occasional sand gnat - who cared - the music was grand, the lights were bright, and all really had a blast and wanted the evening to last forever. My guests from Chicago were equally pleased with my selection of entertainment for the evening.
Last evening's concert at the Gaillard, however, was quite disappointing. Her somber voice, selection of song and veiled cold approach have certainly matured over the last decade, the audience never embraced the one-note. Mesquita's strings never seemed to climax, and musical endings faded into oblivion under the back-drop of static blues on graphite curtains. Early reviews in other cities proclaimed spell-bounding and spiritual, I must say that the Gaillard performance simply was not. One must wonder if the stage was just too difficult for these two artists to master. The magic simply was not present, and both seemed more often lost than at home. Or, alas, our local history wrought in the beauty and spirit of Gullah conditioned a Sandlapper to expect so much more in choir to lift-up the voice or in ensemble to showcase the guitar.
Sadly, the singular-offering concert rests mindfully more Refundable, than rewarding or repeating.
Powered by Foundation
© Copyright 2013,
Charleston City Paper