Sam Bush Tuesday on Telluride Inside… and Out, 8/24/2010
This week’s episode of Sam Bush TV presents a very special episode in which Sam describes his instruments and the history...
This week’s episode of Sam Bush TV presents a very special episode in which Sam describes his instruments and the history...
After a five-year hiatus, the Telluride Repertory Theatre at last was able to bring back Shakespeare in the Park. "Merchant of Venice" opened Saturday night. 7:30 p.m. on the Main Stage in Telluride Town Park. Performances continue Wednesday, August 25 – Sunday, August 29. (The performance on Saturday, August 28, however, is a 1 p.m. matinee.)And now for something completely different.
The 37th annual Telluride Chamber Music Festival meets "Cabaret." The event takes place Friday, August 20, 7:30 p.m. at the historic Sheridan Opera House. In keeping with the decadence of the period in Germany before the rise of Hitler, the evening begins with a champagne reception and ends with sweets. Guests are asked to come in costume, although Telluride chic works just fine for the aristos in the crowd.
The movie schedule at Telluride's Nugget Theatre for the week of Friday, August 20 through Thursday, August 26 is a busy one, including a Telluride Film Festival presentation of "Cyrus" on August 26.
"Inception" (PG13), carried over from last week, continues through Wednesday, August 25.
The early movie for Friday and Saturday is "Ramona and Beezus" (G), based on the characters created by novelist Beverly Cleary and set in Portland, OR. This should be a good one for the younger set: Ramona is a 9 year old whirlwind, causing chaos, yet remaining untouched at the eye of the storm.
by Lauren Metzger
Marketing & Exhibitions Manager
Ah Haa School for the Arts
Fall is one of my favorite times of the year. It brings to mind new clothes, crisp blank notebooks and an abundance of newly sharpened pencils. While school is part of my past (thank god) I am happy that the Ah Haa School for the Arts still supplies it's own fall adventures that allow me to grow creatively and not be graded on.
I know that when I go hiking and exploring in our amazing Telluride backyard, I bring my camera and try my damnedest to capture the scenes surrounding me. And I have to admit I fail miserably. This is not to say that my pictures don't capture the beauty but they sure don't capture the depth of the beauty and the majesty of the landscape. So, I am excited to say that National Geographic photographer Dave Edwards is back this fall to give me some tips in making a strong photograph. Capturing dynamic compositions, learning about light, subject content and artistic elements are sure to help me blow my friends and family away. They say a picture is worth a thousand words and if I can truly learn to capture where I live, I will hopefully leave people as speechless as I am taking the picture when they view the picture.
On this week’s episode of SBTV, Sam continues with his “Misguided Tour” series in which he pulls out some of his...
The Telluride Repertory Theatre brings back the very popular Shakespeare in the Park series with one of the most controversial play's in the Bard's literature, the tragi-comedy "The Merchant of Venice." The pared-down-to-the-bones production, directed by Jeb Berrier, takes place Saturday August 21 and Sunday, August 22, then again Wednesday, August 25 – Sunday, August, 29, 7:30 p.m. on the Main Stage in Telluride Town Park. (The performance on Saturday, August 28, however, is a 1 p.m. matinee.)
Telluride local, actor-director Jeb Berrier is wrapped up like a Christo monument these days - figuratively and literally.Berrier's most immediate concern is the upcoming Telluride Repertory Theatre's production of "The Merchant of Venice," his debut as a Shakespearian director. Shakespeare in the Park opens Saturday, August 22.
But when we meet Jeb the Actor in "Bag It," he is covered from head to toe in plastic bags. Directed by Telluride local Suzan Beraza, "Bag It" begs the question, How worried should we be about everyday chemicals? The answer: big time. Jeb, "Bag It's" Everyman, takes the viewer on a tragi-comic journey that explains why.
by D. Dion
It wasn’t anything like seeing Phish or a jam band back in the 90s. For one thing, I was 9 months pregnant and sitting in the back, stone cold sober, and too exhausted to join my one-year-old daughter in her feverish spinning dance on the tarp in front of me. For another thing, I can’t remember ever sitting down at a concert like Phish, or even bringing a chair to such a show. My friend, also 9 months pregnant, was sitting in the back with me. She leaned over and confessed, “I really wish I could have a hit of nitrous. I don’t really miss drinking, and I’ve never been much of a pothead or anything, but I have always loved nitrous.”
The whole night was like that, one long reminiscence. Seeing people twitching with that front-row frenzy, their internal speakers set to “11,” was like looking at myself ten years ago. And the songs evoked long forgotten memories. How long has it been since I sang “Would you please, please drive me to Firenze?” or “When you’re here, I sleep lengthwise, and when you’re gone, I sleep diagonal in my bed,” or since I stayed up all night literally bouncing around the room? There was something familiar and comfortable about the music, the lyrics and the way the mountains cradled the sound, which was, by the way, about twice as loud as any band I’ve ever seen play Telluride Town Park.
by David Byars
(editor's note: Telluride Inside... and Out has published a lot of content about the Phish concert in Telluride. At the risk of seeming redundant we felt that two younger voices after the fact would be appropriate. Given the amount of hype surrounding the Phish event, and considering the level of apprehension in some parts of our community, TIO has decided to publish this account by David Byers and one by TIO regular, Deb Dion to follow.)
Phish has come and gone. I’m feeling what a lot of residents are feeling right now. A little hungover, slightly confused, and struck by the unreality of the whole thing.
In the months and weeks before Phish arrived, feelings of excitement mingled with moments of apprehension. Would Phish turn our picturesque mountain burg into a steaming cauldron of psychedelically enhanced burn outs with the associated flotsam and jetsam of empty PBR cans and wayward cigarette butts? Or would the fans behave themselves and bring with them a much needed injection of income into a town in desperate need of out-of-towners’ vacation funds?