All posts by Jeremy M. Barker

At-Large Arts Jeremy M. Barker was born in Portland and studied theatre and comparative literature at the University of Oregon. He's written about Seattle arts and culture since moving to Seattle in 2003. Now he lives in New York, where he's a contributor to Culturebot. Previously, he was the performance arts editor for Seattlest.

Marissa Niederhauser’s Film About Keys & Conquest

About five minutes into her dance film Holding This For You, Marissa Rae Niederhauser throws herself against the wall, slides to the floor, and begins trying to untie a key knotted to the front of her dress. But Ben Kasulke‘s camera stays trained to her face; she squints a little as she works, purses her lips before biting the lower one, and only when she’s mostly worked her way through the knot and closed her eyes does the camera trail down to her breast as she pulls the key off the ribbon. She holds it tightly in her hand for a long moment, her face, turned from the camera, slightly out of focus, and then drops it.

“Different stories work better onstage, and different stories work better on film,” explained Niederhauser last week at Smith, near her home on Capitol Hill. “And I’m particularly drawn to small facial gestures and physical details. Onstage, dance is great to have these big, sweeping spacial patterns and geometric forms, kind of like a kaleidoscope. But this was kind of more a psychological drama, so I feel like it’s more important to be able to focus the eye and show people what you want to show them instead of this big, watercolor wash of the entire stage.”

In person, Niederhauser, a 2002 Cornish College graduate with blonde hair, straight-cut bangs, and a puckish smile, doesn’t bear much resemblance to the tortured character in her debut film. Shot in 2006 in a Georgetown warehouse that was being renovated into artist lofts, Holding This For You, her first film, has shown at several festivals internationally since its debut at Northwest Film Forum’s Local Sightings Festival last year, and is returning to Seattle for a showing this Monday at Bumbershoot, as part of a double-bill called “Dreamscapes” at 9 p.m. in the SIFF Cinema.

Niederhauser has danced for a number of Seattle’s most respected choreographers over the last few years, including Maureen Whiting, Zoe Scofield, and Dayna Hanson, and produces her own work, both for film and the stage, under the company name Josephine’s Echopraxia.

Her film work grew out of her struggle to find direction after graduating college. “I guess there was a while after school where I thought that you waited for somebody to recognize how great you were,” she said. “And then when that didn’t happen realized you have to it into your own hands to show people that you’re worth bothering with.”

The film centers on the idea of love as an act of control or oppression, she explains: “Sometimes when love is placed on a person, it’s not a positive thing. It’s more an act of colonization, and it can be kind of a trap. And it can also be given with the intent of changing a person, just like when you’re colonizing a country.”

Influenced by everything from Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s short story “The Yellow Wallpaper” to Patti Hearst’s Stockholm Syndrome to the fairy tale of Rapunzel, the film follows the central character as she struggles with issues of control. Shot in a small, red room, it’s claustrophobic and threatening, compounded by Niederhauser’s occasionally violent movement and a few filmic bits inspired by horror films.

One of the central images are keys, as many as 1,500 of which are eventually used as props in the film. “That was a big one,” Niederhauser admits, “the idea of keys entering or penetrating the body, both against the will of the character, and also when the character’s unaware of it.”

In one segment, Niederhauser collapses to the floor as though exhausted and asleep. Suddenly, keys start appearing all around her, crawling up her face and into her mouth. She awakes gagging and vomiting keys. It’s simple stop-motion animation, but it’s effective and demonstrates part of the appeal film has to dancers and choreographers.

Several years ago, Niederhauser began collaborating with Kasulke through opportunities at the NW Film Forum. Dance film has long been a major part of European experimental film, but in the US it’s been a minor trend except in Seattle over the last decade, where it’s commonplace. And almost every conversation about dance film here leads back to Kasulke, whose cinematography for Lynn Shelton’s Humpday has earned him wide exposure in the last year.

“He really has a good eye for following movement, and a really good instinct as to where energy is going to travel in the body next,” Niederhauser said. “So, a lot of camera people, when they follow dance, will kind of back up, to try to get the whole picturewhich you totally need sometimes! But he’s also really good at just being able to follow the energy line.”

Niederhauser credits the Film Forum, along with 911 Media Arts, for most of the resurgence of dance film, as well as creating new opportunities for her as a dancer and choreographer.

“I think there’s a really amazing film community here that is open about working in experimental forms, that is open to working with dancers, that’s open to working with women,” she said. “I think we’re very lucky to have organizations like Northwest Film Forum and 911 Media Arts. I think it’s kind of scary because I think they’re both kind of struggling right now, everyone is. But one of the reasons there are so many dance films is there are these organizations that make it possible for people with little experience and not a huge budget to have the help and resources that they need.”

Kasulke also filmed her newest work, still in post-production, called Tracings. As for Niederhauser, she can next be seen performing with Degenerate Art Ensemble in Sonic Tales next month at the Moore Theatre.

Marissa Niederhauser’s Film About Keys & Conquest

About five minutes into her dance film Holding This For You, Marissa Rae Niederhauser throws herself against the wall, slides to the floor, and begins trying to untie a key knotted to the front of her dress. But Ben Kasulke‘s camera stays trained to her face; she squints a little as she works, purses her lips before biting the lower one, and only when she’s mostly worked her way through the knot and closed her eyes does the camera trail down to her breast as she pulls the key off the ribbon. She holds it tightly in her hand for a long moment, her face, turned from the camera, slightly out of focus, and then drops it.

“Different stories work better onstage, and different stories work better on film,” explained Niederhauser last week at Smith, near her home on Capitol Hill. “And I’m particularly drawn to small facial gestures and physical details. Onstage, dance is great to have these big, sweeping spacial patterns and geometric forms, kind of like a kaleidoscope. But this was kind of more a psychological drama, so I feel like it’s more important to be able to focus the eye and show people what you want to show them instead of this big, watercolor wash of the entire stage.”

In person, Niederhauser, a 2002 Cornish College graduate with blonde hair, straight-cut bangs, and a puckish smile, doesn’t bear much resemblance to the tortured character in her debut film. Shot in 2006 in a Georgetown warehouse that was being renovated into artist lofts, Holding This For You, her first film, has shown at several festivals internationally since its debut at Northwest Film Forum’s Local Sightings Festival last year, and is returning to Seattle for a showing this Monday at Bumbershoot, as part of a double-bill called “Dreamscapes” at 9 p.m. in the SIFF Cinema.

Niederhauser has danced for a number of Seattle’s most respected choreographers over the last few years, including Maureen Whiting, Zoe Scofield, and Dayna Hanson, and produces her own work, both for film and the stage, under the company name Josephine’s Echopraxia.

Her film work grew out of her struggle to find direction after graduating college. “I guess there was a while after school where I thought that you waited for somebody to recognize how great you were,” she said. “And then when that didn’t happen realized you have to it into your own hands to show people that you’re worth bothering with.”

The film centers on the idea of love as an act of control or oppression, she explains: “Sometimes when love is placed on a person, it’s not a positive thing. It’s more an act of colonization, and it can be kind of a trap. And it can also be given with the intent of changing a person, just like when you’re colonizing a country.”

Influenced by everything from Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s short story “The Yellow Wallpaper” to Patti Hearst’s Stockholm Syndrome to the fairy tale of Rapunzel, the film follows the central character as she struggles with issues of control. Shot in a small, red room, it’s claustrophobic and threatening, compounded by Niederhauser’s occasionally violent movement and a few filmic bits inspired by horror films.

One of the central images are keys, as many as 1,500 of which are eventually used as props in the film. “That was a big one,” Niederhauser admits, “the idea of keys entering or penetrating the body, both against the will of the character, and also when the character’s unaware of it.”

In one segment, Niederhauser collapses to the floor as though exhausted and asleep. Suddenly, keys start appearing all around her, crawling up her face and into her mouth. She awakes gagging and vomiting keys. It’s simple stop-motion animation, but it’s effective and demonstrates part of the appeal film has to dancers and choreographers.

Several years ago, Niederhauser began collaborating with Kasulke through opportunities at the NW Film Forum. Dance film has long been a major part of European experimental film, but in the US it’s been a minor trend except in Seattle over the last decade, where it’s commonplace. And almost every conversation about dance film here leads back to Kasulke, whose cinematography for Lynn Shelton’s Humpday has earned him wide exposure in the last year.

“He really has a good eye for following movement, and a really good instinct as to where energy is going to travel in the body next,” Niederhauser said. “So, a lot of camera people, when they follow dance, will kind of back up, to try to get the whole picturewhich you totally need sometimes! But he’s also really good at just being able to follow the energy line.”

Niederhauser credits the Film Forum, along with 911 Media Arts, for most of the resurgence of dance film, as well as creating new opportunities for her as a dancer and choreographer.

“I think there’s a really amazing film community here that is open about working in experimental forms, that is open to working with dancers, that’s open to working with women,” she said. “I think we’re very lucky to have organizations like Northwest Film Forum and 911 Media Arts. I think it’s kind of scary because I think they’re both kind of struggling right now, everyone is. But one of the reasons there are so many dance films is there are these organizations that make it possible for people with little experience and not a huge budget to have the help and resources that they need.”

Kasulke also filmed her newest work, still in post-production, called Tracings. As for Niederhauser, she can next be seen performing with Degenerate Art Ensemble in Sonic Tales next month at the Moore Theatre.

Kristen Ward’s Deep, Dark (Confusing) Secret

“I’ve actually never been to Bumbershoot,” said Kristen Ward, somewhat matter-of-factly, sitting over mid-day drinks at the Matador in Ballard earlier this week. It was a somewhat surprising admission, considering that her performance this Saturday at noon—the first musical performance of the entire festival, as it happens—is her second appearance at Bumbershoot. “Even after I played last time, I just left. I had to go to work, or whatever I was doing. So, yeah. This is my second time going, but just because I’m playing.”

In Ward’s case, it all makes sense: Despite calling Seattle home since 2001 (she’s lived in Ballard for the last five years), she’s still more country than city, and just plain doesn’t like being stuck in such a big crowd, though she relishes the chance to play for them. Raised in Eastern Washington, she prefers getting out of town on her days off, up to the Skagit Valley or the like, to sitting around cafes or bars, and even mentions some vague plans involving a vintage Airstream trailer she recently bought that, ostensibly, gives her the chance to spend even less time trapped in the urban jungle.

In person, Ward is an unusually confident person, even casually dressed and sipping a bottle of Modelo, a confidence that carriers to her music as a singer-songwriter backed by a crack quartet of musicians. Since her 2006 debut, Roll Me On, Ward’s been getting attention from critics as much for her music as the simple fact that she’s among a sadly small group of female musicians who come across as strong and self-assured. Backed by her band, Ward is a force to be reckoned with, with Gary Westlake’s crunchy, classic rock guitar work competing with Kevin Suggs’ pedal steel and Ward belting out her lyrics of loneliness and bad choices in her deep, sultry voice.

Chock it up to her background. Her mother, Julie Neuffer, herself a bluegrass singer who released an album called Brand New Pearl in 1997, raised Ward on a steady diet of classic country and folk. “When we were kids, she would sing John Denver and Carol King. We’d all get together, and sit on my bed and sing songs! I mean, without trying to sound totally cliche, that was really what we did. We sang a lot together and played guitar,” Ward explains, and adds to the list Merle Haggard, Johny Cash, and Dolly Parton.

As for her father, who lives in Seattle (she split time between her parents as a child), “He has a totally different take on music, he listened to a lot of jazz, a lot of soul. He also likes folk, but it was kind of interesting: Between my two parents I just listened to everything.”

Her influences and voice, which is powerful and slightly husky in a bluesy way, inevitably get Ward comparisons to the likes of Jesse Sykes and Neko Case, as well as her music lumped in under the alt-country rubric, though Ward doesn’t particularly feel that fits.

“I say folk-rock a lot, but it’s kind of funny. I write folk songs, and I write rock songs and I write country songs, and a lot of my new writing is kind of throwback–even some of my old stuff–is a throwback to Eighties rock,” she explains. As for alt-country, “You could say that because there’s pedal steel there,” she says with a shrug.

Whatever the genre, critics loved it. Drive Away (2008), a polished recording that shows off Ward’s sultry, bluesy voice as well as her ability to craft powerful lyrics out of concrete images, earned praise in The Stranger, Seattle Sound, and the P-I, as well as air-play on KEXP. And, of course, the fact that Pearl Jam’s Mike McCready laid down a solo on the song “With You Again” helped.

Ward still seems taken about by his contribution, and wants it made clear she didn’t go seeking it out. Her guitarist, Gary Westlake, has worked with Pearl Jam for years, and was on tour a couple years ago while they were starting work on Drive Away.

“They were in London on tour, in a hotel room,” she explains. “And I guess Mike said, ‘Hey, can I use your iPod?’ or something like that, to listen to. And he would up getting a hold of some of these really raw demos, which I could have strangled Gary for letting him show anybody those demos!”

“I guess he was interested in being involved…it was just his genuine interest, which is amazing because I grew up watching him on MTV,” she said.

Ward has won a strong fan-base with her music, which has supported her rather novel approach to recording albums. Drive Away, her breakthrough, was self-released and recorded with financial support from fans, through pre-orders or donations ($100 or more even got you into the liner notes). She’s following the same process with the new record. It’s an intense relationship, and it goes both ways. Ward readily admits she is where she is because of her fans, and is moved to find out how much her work can mean to them.

“I had a guy at Neumos, I just played up there with Flight to Mars, and this guy came up to meet and he pulled me aside and he said, ‘You know, I’m living out here, my wife is still back in the Midwest, and I came out because I got a job, and I lost my job, and I miss her and I love her and it’s been such a challenge for me to be out in this new city by myself. And I listen to Drive Away all the time, and through the emotion in your voice and through your lyrics, you’re describing my situation.'” She pauses, fiddling with the mostly empty bottle of beer.

“And it’s funny, because I write this song, I record it, I sing it, but I sort of take it for granted. I mean, after it’s done, it’s done. I’m not feeling it like the day I wrote it. But it’s kind of a gift to others, because they can still feel it in their own way.”

Telekinesis Brings Kinetic Energy to Bumbershoot

There’s plenty of good things to say about Telekinesis, but if there’s one reason that their set this Saturday at Bumbershoot (EMP/SFM’s Sky Church, 8 p.m.) is a can’t-miss, it’s that it promises to be the most danceable performance on the lineup. Which is sort of crazy, because Michael Lerner, the singer-songwriter who’s the heart and soul of the quartet, is, to look at him, a pretty run-of-the-mill Seattle indie rocker, this from a town famous for its too-cool-to-dance indie rock scene. But such is the charm of Telekinesis, whose Merge Records debut Telekinesis! has earned the outfit acclaim as one of the best new acts out of Seattle this year.

Lerner’s songs may be about standard indie rock fare–loneliness, alienation, absent girlfriends, and so on–but he makes them work on the strength of his lyrics which, even in the ballad “I Saw Lightning,” come off as sincere and sweet. Telekinesis is brilliant power pop hearkening back to Big Star, with super-catchy rockers like “Coast of Carolina” (which lulls you with its folksy intro before launching) and “Tokyo.” And then there’s “All of a Sudden,” a testament to the irresistible danceability of the backbeat that made rock-n’-roll what it is today; crank that song and tell me you can’t picture Gidget and her beach-blanket pals twisting to the beat.