Rock Show at the Belasco!
When the songwriter called Stew first appeared in the pages of New York Press, he was pretty much unknown as the frontman for The Negro Problem. Back in 1999, he was mainly trying to free his ambitious band from the Los Angeles power-pop scene. Stew discussed that in some detail, including a nice dismissal of his whiny contemporaries as a bunch of nerds whose shit isnt sexy. Those power-pop types hadnt mastered the Internet back then. Instead, a few went through the trouble of making copies of the article and handing them out at The Negro Problems shows in L.A. It wouldve been funnier if Stew had looked out at his hometown audience and seen picket signs proclaiming, Boycott!
Stew had other problems, of course. He was almost into his forties and working as a telemarketer. Maybe it was subtle racism that stood in the way of Stews pop career, or maybe it was simply that hes overweight. That guy from Hootie & The Blowfish did OK, though. Anyway, things got better. By 2003, Stew had finished up three solo albums and a third from The Negro Problem. His trips to NYC had him graduating from Tonic to Joes Pub and Lincoln Center. Writers at The New York Times took notice of Stews incredible range and charming stage banter. Most importantly, Stew and longtime collaborator Heidi Rodewald had begun to pursue other projectsmostly a screenplay and the small-scale rock opera that has bloomed into Passing Strange.
Its pretty exciting to see Stew and Heidi on Broadway. Passing Strange has been around for a while, but things obviously changed for the production in the wake of Spring Awakening. Fortunately, the settings still stark at the humble Belasco Theatre. The audience files in to see a podium surrounded by a drum kit and three other settings for musicians. Except for the lighting, theres never anything more elaborate than a bunch of chairs on the stage. Thats all the seven amazing cast members need as Stew narrates the tale of his young Buddhist self discovering gospel, pot, punk, Amsterdam, Berlin and mortality.
As Stew explains in his Playbill interviewhey, Stews in Playbill!Passing Strange was inspired by learning that George W. Bush had never been to Europe before becoming president. The play makes a good case for Bush having stayed home. Stew may have been formed by his travels, but he also worked through plenty of idiocy. Passing Strange goofs on a lot of the artistic experience, including Stews adept conning of angry Berlin artists who are offended by his love for classic pop songwriting.
Thinking quickly, Young Stew gets a place to stay after yelling at the krazy Krauts that hes an oppressed black man, and theyll never know what its like to hustle for dimes in the mean streets of South Central. Nobody in this play, adds our narrator, knows what its like to hustle for dimes in the mean streets of South Central. Youll laugh, youll cry and youll be relieved for Stew and Heidiespecially if you think about all the underrated talents who faded away while Rolling Stone and Blender embraced Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan. Which isnt to say that Passing Strange doesnt have flaws. Stew remains fearless about throwing in a few clunkers amongst his lyrics. Thats part of his charm. Theres a gag where he explains that the play is missing a Broadway show tune because he doesnt know how to write one. Thats a lie. Stew can write anythingand sometimes that includes a lovable dopey rhyme.
The ending is more difficult. Stew and Heidi arent subtle about their recurring theme of finding the real. Maybe thats too nebulous of a concept to expect even some resolution. Still, the epic struggle between Stews artistic wanderings and sentimental ways adds up to a big climax of, I dunno. To be more precise, Stew and Heidi leave it up to the audience to decide whether theres been any point to the playand thats a pretty big risk.
Its hard to tell what kind of reaction Passing Strange will get. The only sure thing is that Stew will discover a new world of moronic racist comments. Some dolt from Entertainment Weekly once described Stew as an inner-city Burt Bacharach. Those gullible Germans would have done the same. The talk outside of the Belasco will provide plenty of similar moments. Among the things I heard from different theatergoers: It is so funny how black folks look at Europe. A lot of funny things have come from the idea of the black middle-class. Hes clever, but its just trying to be the black Rent without the universal chord.
Actually, that last line isnt racist. Its more like the typical douchebaggery you expect in this city. As Stew himself said back in 99, You people in New York are all fucked up.
Open run. Belasco Theatre, 111 44th St. (betw. 6th & 7th Aves.), 212-239-6200; $26.50-$111.50.