“The Devil’s Music: The Life and Blues of Bessie Smith”, by The Merrimack Repertory Theatre
“The Devil’s Music: The Life and Blues of Bessie Smith”
 Written by Angelo Parra; Concept, Musical
 Staging, and Direction by Joe Brancato; Presented by The Merrimack Repertory
 Theatre at the Nancy L. Donahue Theatre, 50 East Merrimack Street, Lowell.
 Performances through Feb 2nd.
A funny thing happened when I went to see “The
 Devil’s Music: The Life and Blues of Bessie Smith”. Instead of leaving the
 theater humming one of the many classic blues songs I had just heard, I found
 myself thinking about the days of segregation in America. But earlier that
 night, I was being amazed by Miche Braden bringing Bessie Smith, the great
 blues legend, back to life before my eyes. 
Don’t get me wrong. Never is it deliberately
 driven down your throat that life in 1930’s Memphis was degrading and miserable
 for blacks. It’s revealed in what Bessie says about her own life. She isn’t
 complaining about it. She is just telling it like it was. It was a hard life.
 She even acknowledges that she may have made it harder on herself than it might
 have been. For instance, she never hid her fondness for alcohol. But she also
 relied on heavy doses of humor to get by.
The play is set in a “Buffet Flat”,
 a sort of private establishment that was common across the country and that
 allowed blacks to escape white segregation of the day. Bessie recounts her life
 in 1930’s Memphis and beyond through her songs and her chats with the audience
 and band members. 
From the minute she walks on the stage, Braden’s
 Bessie Smith insists on owning center stage and the audience quickly agrees.
 This isn’t technically a one-woman show as there are three musicians who
 accompany her and talk with her off to the side, but she commands your
 attention from the first word to the last note. She comes on strong, down-to-earth
 and brassy. But after she has you laughing and warming to her, she reveals –
 bit by bit – the harsh life she led in the Deep South. Harsh even for the most
 popular, talented and highest-paid black entertainers of the time. 
This feels like the role Miche Braden was
 born to play. She has a powerful voice and a close resemblance to Bessie. She
 is able to adopt the swagger Bessie had as well. It is no wonder that she was
 involved in this project from the very beginning. She and director Joe Brancato
 approached Angelo Parra to write the script and the project was underway. The
 play respects Bessie and her music but sticks to the truth of her life. This is
 undoubtedly due to the fact that Parra was at one time a news reporter. It is a
 part of what makes the play so moving. Just as you start to fall in love with
 this hugely talented, genuine person you discover she is being treated as a
 second class citizen by society and hurt by those around her. Her life story is
 both sad and joyous enough. It doesn’t need any inflating beyond the truth. 
“The Devil’s Music” is a stupendous show,
 especially if you’re a fan of classic blues songs. The music and performances
 are amazing and fun. Miche Braden brings Bessie to life in an uncanny and
 remarkable way. But while I was enjoying the music and humor, something was
 bothering me. It was the realization that life was imitating art. Our predominantly
 white audience was being regaled by a talented black songstress just as it
 would have been in 1937 Memphis. It was a moving experience that brought home
 to me in a more personal way than ever before the sadness of the Jim Crow era
 in American history. After all, here was a woman I was awed by, who I could
 relate to, and who I felt sorry for, and yet in Bessie’s day she could not walk
 in the front door of the theater in which she was about to perform. She had to
 use the back entrance because of the color of her skin. 
This production of “The Devil’s Music” is a
 powerful example of art at its best. On the surface it is music, singing and
 dance. Bawdy humor and racy tales of the south in the 1930’s (Warning: some of the language may not be suitable for young ears – lots of F-bombs). But just below
 the surface is a moving and much stronger story. A tale of a people degraded
 and mistreated for their skin color on the one hand, yet regaled and applauded
 for their talent on the other.  But
 through their music – the one thing nobody set limits on – they let their light
 shine, brilliantly. Many of those lights can still be seen today, in shows like
 this. For more info, go to: http://mrt.org/ 
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