Last night my wife and I journeyed up I-5 from Salem to Portland to see the musical Wicked. We loved the show. But that's not what I want to talk about.
Rather, I was struck by how different an experience it was to see a top-notch musical in Portland, Wicked, compared to our seeing the Enlightened Theatrics performance of Hair in Salem a few weeks previous -- which also seemed to be Broadway-quality.
I came away feeling that there is a lot to like -- a LOT -- about what Salem, typically viewed as Portland's much less cool sister city to the south, has to offer live theatre goers.
I'll start by describing our Portland/Wicked experience.
-- Buy tickets online. Wow, already almost sold out for a Wednesday night performance. Ah, here's two tickets in row G, seats 5 and 6, on the left side of Keller Auditorium. Price is...yikes! $100 a ticket, including "handling" fees. (Of course, nobody handled the tickets, as we printed out a PDF file emailed to us.)
-- Leave from our rural south Salem home at 5:40 pm for the 7:30 pm show. Worried about freeway traffic in Portland area, which can be horrible at almost any time of day now. But, sweet, we cruise along and arrive in downtown a bit before 7:00.
-- Pay $6 at the parking garage close to Keller Auditorium. Seems like a good price, especially compared to our $200 worth of Wicked tickets. Have to park on the 4th floor. Head-in. Leaving the car, I have a thought. "Maybe I should have backed in." Prescient thought, which I ignored.
-- We enter the Keller Auditorium. First impression: people! Many people. We aren't in Salem anymore! There are so many people. Breathe... it's OK... Portland is a big city... with lots of people... it's OK.
-- Plenty of time to buy something to drink. My caffeine-addicted mind screams: coffee! Must obey. Hmmmmm. $3.50 for a cup of coffee. Seems steep, but I'm a captive coffee buyer. Who gets a cup that, maybe, at most, holds ten ounces. Still, it is coffee. And with a lid, legal to take into the auditorium.
-- 7:35. Wicked starts almost on time. Impressively fun first act. The woman seated next to me gets up about fifteen minutes before the first act ends, then soon returns to her seat. I wonder why.
-- Intermission. I took the advice of the female usher volunteer and kept my paper coffee cup in pristine condition. "Free refills," she'd told me. Nice. Now I can get 20 ounces of coffee for a "mere" $3.50. Almost sounds reasonable.
-- Not so reasonable: the super-long lines for both the women's and men's restrooms. I think I understand why the woman next to me got up when she did. It's almost impossible for a woman to make it into the Keller restroom during intermission. The men's line, of course, moves fast. Moments like these make me so happy to be a man! My wife decides to wait until after the show is over.
-- 10:30 or thereabouts. Wicked ends to a standing ovation. Really enjoyable show. We exit the auditorium after a final restroom stop.
-- Where's our damn car? Everything looks different at night. Following my wife's overly confident "The parking garage is this way," we walk in exactly the wrong direction. My more direction-proficient male mind soon realizes this. I turn us around. We walk up the stairs to the 4th floor and find our Chevy Volt.
-- Then realize we aren't going anywhere. Not for a while. Parking garage gridlock. I might be able to take a stab at pulling out at some point if I'd backed in and was pointing forward. But I need to back up. There's no room to back up. Laurel brings out some containers of sliced nectarines she'd brought along. I figure these will keep us alive until sunrise, if we're still stuck in the parking garage by then.
-- Eventually the cars belonging to our fellow Wicked-goers start moving. Very slowly. A nice person lets me back out. After we wind our way to the 3rd floor I realize that I only have a vague idea of how to get to I-5 south from downtown Portland. I ask my wife to either plug our home address into the Volt's navigation system or fire up Google Maps on her iPhone.
-- Two more floors. We're about to exit the parking garage. Laurel still hasn't figured out either the navigation system or her iPhone. I'm getting testy.
-- I've got to turn left, ending up in the left hand lane of some street. Which is filled with traffic. And has a sign way on the right saying "To I-5 South." I'm forced to go straight. My wife is still fiddling with the navigation system and her iPhone, alternatively.
-- "You're not helping out!" I scream at her as we head down Barbur Boulevard. "I'm trying!" she screams back. Suddenly we've taken on the role of two wicked witches. But nobody is around to see our performance.
-- I whip out my iPhone. Should have done this long before, I think irritatedly. Takes me ten seconds to see that, as I remembered, the I-5 south entrance is five freaking miles down Barbur.
-- Four freaking miles down Barbur, I glance to my left and see that it barely mattered that we weren't on the freeway, since I-5 traffic is moving at about the same speed we are. We get to the freeway entrance. Traffic is crawling. Nighttime construction work. Just one lane is open.
-- We entertain ourselves by trying to figure out the navigation system on our fairly-recently leased 2015 Volt almost all the way to Salem. In the process of trying to find the Address Book, which would let us put in our home address as "Home," I use voice activation to "Call Brian Hines" (me). The stupid Volt thinks I said a friend's name. He gets a cell phone call at 11:30 pm before we frantically push the "cancel" button.
-- Arrive home at midnight. Six-plus hours after leaving home. To see a three hour show. I'm exhausted. The dog gives us her best "I felt abandoned" look. We have a spoiled dog. Per usual, I tell her she's damn lucky she belongs to a retired couple who aren't off at work for ten hours almost every day. Then I feel guilty. I give her a chew stick and rub her stomach the way she likes, muttering "I'm sorry... we're such bad dog parents." Now it's 12:30 am.
OK. This was the lengthy Go See Wicked in Downtown Portland chain of events. Here's how Seeing Hair in Downtown Salem went.
-- Buy tickets online. $20 each for reserved seats. So we pay $40 for a musical instead of $200.
-- We leave home at 6:45 pm for a 7:30 pm show. Have no problem finding a free onstreet parking spot a block away.
-- I buy a snack in the Grand Theatre lobby. Costs me $1 to get a bag of Meduri dried blueberries. Pre-show restroom stop involves just me and one guy who was leaving as I entered.
-- Hair is hugely enjoyable. I feel, and later blog, "The '60s are still real."
-- We drive home. On uncrowded streets. Takes us 25 minutes. At most.
So, yeah, there's a lot to like about seeing a show in Salem, especially if you live in this area. But even if you're from Portland, or somewhere else, Salem has a lot to offer, theatrics-wise.
Check out the Salem Theatre Network on Facebook.
Oh come on, Brian! The best thing you have to say about Salem theater is that there are fewer people and it's cheaper than Portland?? Give some credit where credit is due! Salem theater is an enjoyable experience without a hum-drum account of Portland's shortcomings. Pentacle always puts on a great show with truly excellent set design, and is located in what is easily an enchanted forest come show time. Enlightened Theatrics has been doing a fine job bringing in artists from all over the country and when I saw The Last Five Years in the wonderfully intimate theater space inside of the Reed Opera House, I was in tears due to the actors' abilities and the space. Furthermore, Willamette U's theater productions are outstanding both in quality and in the sheer diversity of performances they produce.
Posted by: Victoria Binning | August 21, 2015 at 05:24 PM
Victoria, my intent in this post was to point out some of the benefits of staying in Salem to see shows, plays, and such.
Yes, the major shows will be in Portland (Wicked or Cirque du Soleil aren't coming to Salem, two shows we liked a lot), but the hassles of going to Portland need to be considered when a Salemian thinks about leaving town for entertainment.
My wife and I have been long-time Pentacle season ticket holders, though we aren't now. We've been to Willamette performances, and plays put out by various groups in the Reed Opera House. So we're well acquainted and appreciative of what Salem has to offer, theatre-wise.
I've written two complimentary recent posts about Enlightened Theatrics and the Grand Theatre folks. Sorry you didn't hear the message in this post: whenever possible, stay in Salem to see live theatre.
Posted by: Brian Hines | August 21, 2015 at 10:40 PM
Well, you completely BLEW IT if you missed Chicago that played to a sold-out Pentacle Theatre last month.
First class production if we ever saw one.
We haven't missed a Pentacle play in probably 20 years.
Pentacle ROCKS!!!!
Posted by: Harry Vanderpool | August 22, 2015 at 02:03 PM
Yeah, Harry, we did BLOW IT with Chicago. However, it was my wife's fault. A rarity, since usually whatever goes wrong in our home is my fault.
After we'd learned about Chicago, I went online and was all ready to buy tickets. But my wife said, "We should ask Tim and Jan (neighbor friends) if they want to go with us."
Stupidly, I went along with that plan. Which took days to put into effect. Several times I told Laurel, time is passing, we should buy tickets, have you talked with TIm and Jan yet?
By the time she did, every single freaking ticket for every freaking show of Chicago was SOLD. And by that time, reviews were coming out that this was the best thing Pentacle has ever done, don't miss it, etc.
So, we missed it. All because of Laurel.
If she dies first, I'll recite that story before I scatter her ashes. "She was a wonderful wife and woman. But damn it, that time she made us miss Chicago still pisses me off!"
Posted by: Brian Hines | August 22, 2015 at 04:40 PM
YEEEE-YIIIKES!!!
A little "Over the hill" neighborly advice:
Ixnay on the omments-ca about aurel-la!!!
You do have an opportunity to redeem yourself however. Steinbeck's "Of Mice And Men" will be playing at Pentacle in a couple of months.
And after sleeping on the couch in the garage for a while, the bunkhouse scenes will feel very familiar!
;-)
Posted by: Harry Vanderpool | August 24, 2015 at 06:22 PM