Potential of all made
clear in stage show
By Bob Cork
New Haven Register
September 1, 1999
The magic of Dave Brubeck's music that was lost in the rain on the New
Haven Green last month was found in a more intimate style a few blocks
away, at the Little Theater on Lincoln Street, as the Skinner family of
Orange, and many friends, presented "Musicality '99" as a benefit
performance for Vantage Group, Inc.
My reason for choosing Skinner over Brubeck was simple. Mike Skinner,
John Connors, and Jim Horwitz, all performing, were often in my home as
theatrical friends of Jason, my youngest son, when they were all attending
Amity High School.
I have seen family and friends in more than 50 shows since 1984, from
Turkey Hill School and Amity to community theater, college, summer stock
and Broadway, so I had reasonable expectations for "Musicality '99."
This would not, after all, be Brubeck.
Surprisingly, I found Musicality '99" to be much more than Brubeck,
because many of the cast were developmentally disabled men and women who
are served by Vantage Group, which is a private, non-profit organization
providing support in community-based residential programs and other services.
Headquartered in North Haven, Vantage Group serves 40 individuals who
reside in six area communities, helping them live as independently. Sometimes
its efforts lead to jobs, and sometimes they lead to singing and dancing
just for fun.
The enthusiasm, sincerity and joy that we've seen in the Special Olympics
was evident with the stage presence, talent and exuberance displayed by
the Vantage Voices at "Musicality '99". Whoever said "there's
a little bit of ham in each of us" would have found "the whole
hog" at the Little Theater.
Of course there were others on stage, but I was blown away by the Vantage
Voices, billed as "tourists" on a "Magical Mystery Tour."
They were a great ensemble in "Greased Lightning" "Two Coffee
Cooladas," and "Everybody Must Get Cloned."
I cried as I applauded Deborah Johnson, who sang the country gospel
favorite "I'll Fly Away" with touching conviction, and then was
properly sassy as she led her friends in "Hit The Road, Jack."
Singing and dancing on stage under lights, in front of strangers, isn't
easy. I know, because I've done it. But the Vantage Voices made it look
easy and fun. Proof can be found in show pictures at http://www.vantagegroupinc.org.
After the show I was talking to producer Diane Skinner, and I commented
that the performers from Vantage Group were the same as other community
theater thespians. Diane said, "That's the point. They are not different."
I thought about that as I was driving home, and I realized that we,
as a society, have considered them to be different, just because of their
body movements, their expressions, their capacity for communication. We
have rudely labeled them.
I remember, circa 1955, a young man named Max who chased fire trucks
on his bicycle in my home town of Terre Haute, Indiana. Max was always
hanging around the "colored" fire house on Barbour Avenue. All
the firemen at that station were black and Max was white, and he was "retarded",
as we thought and said.
After a few years Max started wearing khaki shirts and pants, like the
firemen, and they let him do routine chores. Eventually Max became an official
fireman, paid and working as one, accepted as an equal by men who knew
what it felt like to be "different."
I teased Max when I was a teenager. Many of us are still teasing people
who are skinny or fat, homely or shy, slow in learning, wear cheaper clothes,
have skins of other colors, worship God in other ways. Hate crimes are
spawned in that.
I agree with Diane Skinner. Her friends from Vantage Group are "no
different" than we are. Professionals even say it's a common misconception
that they are more sensitive and caring..
Maybe so, but when "Musicality '99" closed with "When
You Wish Upon a Star," it seemed to this old theater buff that the
Vantage Voices, like Richard Bach's Jonathan Livingston Seagull, had begun
to fly up and know the meaning of kindness and of love.
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