A JARRING CARD, OF THANKS

In my life, I cannot have enough notecards to suit various needs of expression.

Lately, due to an unexpected illness, I value thank you cards (handmade by moi, whenever there’s time) to send to a colleague or even a stranger, to say thanks.

This latest creation is a variation of something I made several years ago, and for lack of a bright idea now, decided to “recycle” with a limited new version. This always gets a warm giggle from recipients.

Tells me that there’s always a need for a jar of thank-yous.

MR. B’S SALUTE MORE OR LESS FUN

Less is more, as the adage goes, and more or less, “Celebrate 60 Years” – the tribute applauding the six-decades-long career of the late Ronald E. Bright (pictured below) legendary director and stage mentor – succeeded in capsulizing Mr. B’s impact on the cultural scene here.

The show, which ran nearly 2 ½ hours last night (Sept. 2) at the Ron Bright Performance Center at Castle High School, had more highs than lows, but it clearly needed Mr. B’s intervention to keep the momentum going. More or less, the program was nostalgic fun — but needed tweaking.

Unable yet to drive due to health issues since early August, I took a cab ride to and from  the Kaneohe theater, anticipating a crisp celebratory evening. As a follower and journalist cheerleader for Mr. B. for nearly 60 years, I couldn’t miss this one. But yikes, the taxi journey seemed a tad smoother than the show.

The event was a collaboration between the Castle Performing Arts Center (CPAC), where Bright had roots in creating a high school theatrical program like no other, and the I’m a Bright Kid foundation, which was organized after Mr. B’s death to preserve and perpetuate his dreams and legacy.

The problem: the well-intentioned show lacked a director, though the leaders of both camps —Karen Meyer, who succeeded Bright at Castle, who has been at the reigns for 22 years, and Ligaya Stice, a former Bright Kid who now is the executive director of IABK – managed to serve up a fond remembrance of Mr. B, then and now.

The issue was the erratic range of voices of reflections – wonderful at best, overlong at worst – because of the neglect to monitor time and content. If you were there, you know who was splendid and who was not, and it came down to time; when Meyer had to go on stage to nudge one reflective voice to scurry and hurry away from the podium due to a lack of brevity, that’s where the less-is-more guideline applied. Most speakers were spot-on perfect, however.

Two Bright Kids allies: Allan Lau, left, and Devon Nekoba, right.

The performances were astounding, considering the range and variety:

  • “Harmonious,” a remarkable dance sequence by Marcelo Pacleb’s 24 VII Danceforce company, was visually and aurally impressive, with Broadway-quality movements and costumes and projections that had bursts of “The Lion King,” and now-and-wow dances and vocals to stun the eyes and the ears.
  • “This Is Me,” featuring the IABK summertime institute youths, was a reprisal performance with a message-marvelous theme from “The Greatest Showman.” A worthy hana-hou specimen of the ongoing good work inspired by Mr. B.
  • The family vocals on “A Million Dreams,” also from “Showman,” tapped– for the first time – dad Michael Bright, mom Jade Auguay Bright, and their kids, Caitlin, Drew and Colton Bright . A splendid union of talent.
  • Caitlin Bright, literally was “On My Own,” soloing on the “Les Miserables” heart-tugger, and demonstrating the stage is in her future, should she want to focus and go for it.
  • “For Good,” an anthem from “Wicked,” was a demonstration that former Bright divas Kimee Balmilero, Saralea Gamiao Kekuna, Jodi Leong and Ligaya Stice still have the prowess and pizzaz to deliver a ballad.
  • Miguel Cadoy III, the Farrington High School educator, earned hurrahs for his “Man of Mancha” solo, “The Impossible Dream.”
  • The brotherly song of challenges, “Anything You Can Do” from “Annie Get Your Gun,” showed the playful rapport between brothers, Ezekiel Kekuna and Ezra Kekuna.
  • Michael Bright led the opening notes of “If You Believe,” as others chimed in on the Mr. B-chosen anthem from “The Wiz,” now kind of an alma mater among Bright Kids; it was an appropriate show-closer finale, a tune that all youths and adults in a Bright show, then and now, learn by heart and its spirit lives in their daily lives. Believe, and you’ll achieve.

Two archival montages from Bright’s early years as director-teacher and snapshots of various casts in the variety of musical productions over the dates, were fun to watch but both lacked captions to indicate show title and year. One clip had promotional captions that did not have vital what-and-when dates.

Because Sept. 2 would have been Mr. B’s 90th birthday, the cast and the spectators sang “Happy Birthday” to their mentor, and pieces of cakes were shared with folks departing the theater. For sure, Mr. B was smiling approval from his heavely perch.

And appropriately, Mo Bright, widow of Ron, was properly and affectionately declared as a vital element with a legacy in her own right, having been the sidekick of Ron at all productions over the decades.  She believed, back in the days, and continues to believe in his work and his disciples.

And that’s Show Biz. …

MR. B’S GUIDE TO THEATER ETIQUETTE

Ron Bright, the beloved director-drama teacher, was an inspiration to the scores of theater students he mentored.

A show marking his 60th anniversary at Castle High School, will be staged at 7:30 p.m. day  (Sept. 2) at the Ron Bright Performing Arts Center at Castle. Today also marks his 90th birthday.
His wisdom about performers, audiences and the venues has been shared before; the I’m A Bright Kid foundation periodically shares this  savvy behavior guide at shows. (This last appeared in IABK’s “This Is Me” playbill).

With the curtain rising on the 2023-24 theater season this month, the advice here is universally applicable.

Thanks, Mr. B!

DELIMA SLATES GRANDPARENTS SHOW

To celebrate Grandparents Day on Sept. 10, comedian Frank DeLima, pictured below left, will do a show honoring kupuna at 6:45 p.m. at Central Oahu Event Center, formerly Dot’s of Wahiawa, at 130 Mango St.

Doors open at 5 p.m.

The bill will feature two other acts, Steve Lucas & MSG Band and Taste of Harmony.

Dinner and drink service will be available; reservations are required.

Reservations: $25 in advance, through midnight Sept. 9, or $30 at the door.

Call (808) 627-5451 or visit www.centraloahueventceter.com

DeLima, meantime, has resumed his annual series of Student Enrichment school visits throughout the state weekdays, advocating no-drugs, no-bullying, study-hard agendas; he’s done Kauai visits already and is trying to schedule visits to Maui schools, including alternate sites for schools destroyed in the Lahaina wildfires. …

Now it’s kokua Maui show

On the heels of his successful “50 Years of C&K” concert last weekend at the Tom Moffatt Waikiki Shell, Henry Kapono, pictured right, corrals yet another huge cast to stage “We Are Friends Maui,” a benefit for the Maui wildfire victims, at 4 p.m. Sept. 23 at the Maui Arts and Cultural Center’s A&B Amphitheater/Yokouchi Pavilion.

The all-star event will feature Jake ShimabukuroRobert CazimeroJohn Cruz, Kimié MinerMakanaAnuheaBrother NolandKalapanaAmy Hanaiali‘iSistah RobiTavanaEric GilliomAngela Morales of Na LeoThe Rough RidersAna VeeKala‘e Parish and Kealoha;

Tickets: $150.50  for Gold Circle/VIP Package, $75.50 and $45.50 for reserved seating, and $15.50 general admission (no seats).  Patrons of the earlier Kapono concert will receive new electronic tickets for this event.

Gates open at 3 p.m. for food and beverage purchase.

Other benefactors include the Henry Kapono Foundation and the Hawaii Community Foundation. …

Broadway grosses for week ending Aug. 27s

Antoine Dias Casajosa, aka El Mago Pop, pictured left, did a 10-day run on Broadway and topped last week’s grosses. He’s a Spanish illusionist who created his own box office magic.

And for the first time, “Funny Girl” also was big office.

The Lucky 7:

1 – “El Mago Pop,” $2.727 million.

2 – “Funny Girl,” 2.132 million.

3 – “The Lion King,” $1.991 million.

4 – “Hamilton,” $1.834 million.

5—“Wicked, $1.514 million.

6—“MJ, the Musical,” $1.455 million.

7—“Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street,” $1.367 million.

The full list, courtesy The Broadway League:

And that’s Show Biz. …

RECOVERY LIFE INCLUDES UPS, DOWNS

You might recall that when I was in Queen’s Medical Center two weeks ago, I surmised that a hospital was like a hotel for those with broken souls.

Now at home in recovery mode, this broken soul has an updated observation: Recovery life is like a movie, or perhaps a documentary. It’s not quite a lights-camera-action motif, but there are moments that could be mildly cinematic.

First, I must share that I finally had a haircut yesterday after being tardy for more than two sweeks. You know you need a trim when there’s far too much growth above the fenders, and the body wave appointments that my hair resembled a weed patch like the overgrown grass at any city intersection.

So Lucil obliged with a trim, since my regular ‘dresser Tootsie was not available. Oh, such bliss. It was a photo op that I neglected, so did a selfie upon returning home.

This would have been ample “news” for the day, but overnight, I had another “moment.” At around 2 a.m., I was getting off the bed to go to pee (man, I go three times or so a night, with a walker to boot), when I rolled off the bed (we don’t have hospital guard rails) and landed flat on my face and shoulder, luckily not squishing a network of tubes and bags collecting drips from the abscess from my liver and my gall bladder, the reason I was hospitalized.

Ouch! In retrospect, I thought of the TV commercial where the lady fell at the foot of the stairs and could not adequately yell for help.

Luckily, my wife Vi heard the noise when I slid onto the floor in the darkness, and it did take a minute or so for me to catch my bearings and attempt to lift myself up. But I couldn’t; I had no strength to stand up, so Vi had to help lift me onto the side of the bed, so I could breathe and recover to properly head to the bathroom.

When I was done, Vi brought me an ice pack to place on my face to minimize bruising, if any.

Now, this nocturnal “action” clearly was a bigger issue than a haircut, and part of this life-as-movie anecdote. Could’ve made this a “camera” moment, but the iPhone was elsewhere recharging. It is what it is.

Recovery requires patience, since everything is in go-slow mode. Take your time on the walker, to avoid falls. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate, since there’s a handful of meds to take morning, noon and night.  Boring, but again, it is what it is. Oh, there are twice-a-day draining of those unfashionable drip collectors to measure and document the oozes from my liver and gladder. Somewhat disgusting, but I’ll have these procedures till the well runs dry. Meaning pau drip, pau wearing these bags and cords.

My daily routine is, alas, routine. After I awaken, I have a cup of coffee, read the morning paper and USA Today, and watch “Today” and switch to CNN for an overview of the world. The Maui wildfires are still on the agenda, and Idalia’s wind and water fury in Florida and the East Coast grab the headlines.

Breakfast Is unexciting: English muffin, croissant, or oatmeal, with sliced bananas or cubed watermelon (a favorite, when I was in Queen’s).

Of course, news is routine, too … there’s the daily update on Trump’s litany of court cases and his customary “I am innocent” laments, between the real news, like another attack in Ukraine.

This leisurely sked enables me to resort to one of my hobbies, making hand-made notecards, to write thank-you’s for courtesies and kindnesses from friends. Plus, I try to create new versions of my aloha shirt cards.

Retirement enables time to reflect on good gestures and kind people. I spent some time yesterday writing gift donations to my favorite theater groups to mail today, since the fall season and special shows are in the offing in the days, weeks and months ahead. While Maui’s victims are needy and need kokua, global donors have responded, so we can’t forget the arts groups here that need support, too.

And have hand-written messages on self-made cards to a batch of wonderful friends who’ve offered comfort and warm support over the past weeks.

Admittedly, none of the aforementioned would be worthy of  the stuff of movies, but in my imagined reel world, this is the nature of the momentum and mundane doings during  my recovery.

I should add that I’ve had some Zoom doctor visits, with a few more forthcoming, and a few in-office doc  visits, too, along with clinic visits and in-hospital testing. The beat goes on.

And I trust I won’t fall of the bed again. That would be a nightmare…

Further, did you get the last preventive shot at CVS Longs? If and when you do, you’ll receive a $5 coupon for future use when you spend $20.  A good deal. …

So this rambling movie in my mind still is not over. Hey, films are not done in a day or two…

And that’s Show Biz. …