Hip-hopalpse: High Culture Meets “The Bomb”
At Ong King Arts Center
Review by George D’range
I may not be an authority on hip-hop or rap. In fact, its or the
most
part, not of my generation. The last time I felt truly cool, I was into
Janes Addiction, when they played at the Aloha Tower, before it was
a
shopping center. And I have precious little familiarity with the works
of William Shakespeare. (Usually I have to watch a Shakespeare play
twice and read it, to really absorb it) But the writer/director of Hip-
hopalypse, Christian Ellauri (AKA, SEe) does have a mastery of these
performance elements, the credentials to prove it, and his presentation
of this odd mixture of ingredients is truly visionary.
Understanding and mastering iambic pentameter is difficult enough.
Weaving it together with hip-hop, elements of Stomp and a
surprising
metaphysical angle was nothing short of inspired. Topping this tasty
philosophical tale of humanitys swan song are feats of acrobatics,
martial arts, and interpretive dance that almost creates a sensory
overload. Ah, theres the rub. I wish I’d seen it more than once!
The
pace was both dizzying yet engaging, and I got the distinct impression
that was part of the design. The troop does warn in the introductory
scene, “Try to keep up!”
There are three aspects of this performance in which I do have a level
of understanding, if not expertise: drama, post-apocalyptic novels, and
metaphysics. These are also critical elements of the instant classic
that is Hip-hopalypse, In the area of drama, I grew up with an
actor
(my stepfather), and my sister was a member of the cruel theater acting
troop, and star of the play, Double Above the Knee., and got her
start in the Mid Pacific Program for the Performing Arts, as well as
appearing in the U.H. presentation of The Vagina Monologues
Post-
apocalyptic tales in particular are a specialty of mine, (Ive read
everything from Vonnegut Cats Cradle to Stephen Kings
The
Stand 5 times) and as a Gen-Xer who grew up under the threat of the
bomb, I found this to be a riveting setting for a play of this nature.
Even though the play is seeing its last performances this week, and
this probably wont be published in time to be a true spoiler, but I
will defer to my friend See anyway, by not revealing too much, in case
we should be so lucky as to have a future repeat performance. I
personally feel he should take this one on tour.
The play opens as society has already crumbled, presumably from a
nuclear exchange, with an introductory soliloquy from the former
scribe, turned tribe leader, Dante (Tui Scanlan). We are given a very
concise, yet head spinning blow-by-blow of the events past and present,
which set the stage of the tale. The story centers on a tribe of
survivors who must labor under back-breaking, and sometimes fatally
hazardous conditions to mine enough coal, in order to refine drinkable
water. The workers, as well at their beloved queen (Simone Derow)
suffer from radiation sickness, are starving, and often succumb to
their labors. Three MCs, bards of sorts, DO, Dune and Dewm (Jonathan
Sypert, AKA intREPID, Harumi the HYmn, and Jason TOm) are tapped by
Chief Dante to recruit fresh laborers from the wasteland to come and
join the coalmining band. (Sorry for all the ebonic lettering folks, it
came that way in the program. Not easy with MSWord constantly
correcting me!)
As with any tribe, this band is not without its warriors, and two
agile stick fighters, Essu, (Justin Young) and Juolian (Michael
Hamilton) patrol the realm for wandering threats presented by other
nomads. And they are out there. And by “out thereâ€, I mean whack.
Strange, mutated interlopers with mysterious healing capablilities roam
the outland, seeming to survive on nothing but The fruits of the
desert and the universal mantra: Ohm.
Intrigued? Good, because I may have said too much already, except that
folk singer Christina Nelson also plays an integral part in this hip-
hopalyptic opus magnum, and with all these elements thrown together, it
made for an incredibly interesting and wonderful evening. Easily worth
paying the extra five dollars to upgrade to a coach seat, as I have a
bad back, and floor seats were ten.
Didnt get a chance to catch it? Found other ways to spend your
evenings, or just plain forgot? Do yourselves a favor, and get in touch
with See at Ong King, and ask him to do that funky thing again! (More
about how to do that at the end of the article)
And even if that doesnt happen, definitely do yourself a favor and
drop by Sundays from 9 PM to about 1:00 to 1:30ish, when the real party
happens for only the price of one dollars ($1!) admission. Theres
all
you can drink Kava for five dollars, and sometimes other tasty treats
for sale. OR, for the turbo-charged version of Ong King, hit them up on
First Fridays each month for ten dollars admission. Its well
worth
the money, just to be a part of the coolest place in town.
Many have searched for this seemingly mythical venue, so Im going
to
explain it, and as See reminds us: Try to keep up! Where King
Street
meets River, at the end of China town, go to the Mauka side of King
street. Now face Diamondhead. Walk about 15 to 20 paces, keeping your
attention focused on the left. The wall of the street is collaged with
waves and other psychedelic visions. Youre not seeing things! Well,
I
cant speak for you, but I digress There is a rather plain white
sign
hanging above the door to a stairwell reading Ong King Arts
Center Go
up the stairs and at the top, hang a hard right. You will see a red
sliding door. If you are a Bohemian or free spirit, enter. You are
home.
See and his associates can be reached at:
Ong King Arts Center
184 N. King Street
www.ongking.com
see@ongking.com
808-306-7823