I have to admit that the overall feel of the Hancher kick-off season was similar to a heartfelt family gathering with lawn-chairs littering the floor and kids climbing on trees. The stage was the perfect centerpiece for a beautiful afternoon. I also applaud the Hancher folks for featuring this Canadian group, because what could possibly create any more warm-fuzzy feelings than friendly northerners? And we all know, warm fuzzies are more than welcomed, due to the awful flooding Hancher Auditorium has had to deal with. Still, the free outdoor performance merely served as a temporary disguise for the art campus's unfortunate state of affairs.
ScrapArtsMusic wasn't able to show us all of their goods. Making a statement mid-show, they described their inability to play certain home-made instruments of the string/reed nature due to the hot temperature outside. In my opinion, this is what would have given them their edge amongst other professional percussion groups. When describing the instruments they *could* play, their spokesperson commented, "I'm not going to get too involved with what this is..." But it was plain to see what *this* actually was. Large structures of aluminum and stainless steel. They were not as complicated or interesting as the instrument rolled out for a short solo in the second half of the show. It looked sort of like a squid. From afar I wondered, "Balloons? Does it change the pitch? How are they connected to the strings?" Except for this single invention, I wasn't thrilled with the instrumentation.
For a person who knows so little about percussion (me), why did this show fail so much when put up to my minuscule drumming standards? ScrapArtsMusic wasted no time giving me these answers. Upon visiting their webpage, I noticed their statement comparing themselves both to Stomp and The Blue Man group. Yes, I too noticed the similarities. ScrapArtsMusic used paddles on tubing and jumped around a few times. The thing is, as choreographed as they seemed, it lacked the flair. There was no group dynamic and playful interaction. The one female representative looked awkward in her high-school goth costume, and the others looked like frat boys in star-trek uniforms. Maybe I am being harsh, but when I realized the sole person in my vicinity taking pictures and nodding his head to the music was also wearing a bracelet which read "I heart boobies," the single-girl all of a sudden turned creepily smurf-esq. The Blue Man group, on the other hand, took the smurf thing and went with it all the way. This is why I love The Blue Man group. It's weird, but in a "I'm watching sci-fi at two in the morning and I'm okay with it" kind of way. Stomp, simply put, is just much cooler.
I'm getting carried away. So, let's look at the positive. Musically, the group was very tight. I can't argue with that. What they didn't have was panache or charm, which I feel is as equally important, especially when you are calling yourself a family event. Now I see why those five year olds kept playing in the trees. They could still listen to the music without having to watch.
—Molly