Blues for a Royal Flush
COMMISSIONED BY: Stanford in Washington (SIW)
PREMIERED: Duke Ellington School for Arts, February 2014
Written as a work in two Acts, Blues imagines a journey of synchronicity upon divergent routes to platform for talented black music artists in the 1930’s, into 1960’s, through a segregated America, and further nuanced by caste, class, and gender.
Emerging from circumstances of Ellington’s prominence, this story is a riff on memory and music, speaking through the artistry of Ethel Waters, Ella Fitzgerald, Lena Horne and Billy Strayhorn – all, while in the orbit of Duke.
Reception before the premiere performance of BLUES, at the Duke Ellington School for Arts, 2014; Billie Allen-Henderson, Susan Prettyman, Tom Minter & Emma Strauss (stage manager)
***CAST OF CHARACTERS
***This script and stage directions are specific to premiere performance of January 25, 2014 – at the Duke Ellington School for Arts (DESA)***
Billy Strayhorn – Greg Watkins
Daisy Kennedy Ellington – Michelle Rogers
Duke Ellington – Scott Patterson
Ella Fitzgerald – Joy Jones
Lillian Strayhorn/Lena Horne – Bina Malhotra
Uncle Ed Ellington/Reporter – Keith Irby
Ethel Waters – Laree Simon
Young Ella – Kayce Wilson
The Band – Davey Yarborough; Andrew White, Cheyney Thomas, Chris Royal, Francis E. Thompson
STAGING NOTE / Act I moves as something akin to an ‘eclectic’ dream, as disparate conversations arc, collide across the space, and coalesce as a sort of mesh; this melding cements itself, with all of the characters together in the Cotton Club, by the end of the Act – which seams together, especially for ELLA and BILLY, as ‘past memory’..
(Trumpet solo [introduction from “Raincheck”])
BILLY enters carrying a music manuscript; a ‘knowing’ Master-Of-Ceremonies, he is scribbling in the manuscript, as he moves to the baby grand, on the music platform.
He plays a thoughtful repeat of the “intro”..
BILLY: ..the chords tie a simultaneous connection to disparate emotions, you see. The progression is not always tangible; the resolution is everything. ..-even ‘unanswered’, the resolution is everything. -Sounds clear in my head. -..Things always appear to be clear, when you’re able to look backwards to see how you came. But other than crabs, who really moves forward like that? We of us human beings, move with downcast eyes locked on the endeavor of living; though forward is shrouded by ‘unknowables’, we dance on- tapping our way on stepping stones. Some -hold you up off the dirt to pass on ..some -put your feet right in it –you learn to watch out for those, even if you can’t avoid them. ..While some, are not stones at all, but souls, very special souls who do more than mark a thing for us.. they support and maintain; they shine a way to look up, to somewhere else ahead..
(BILLY begins playing “Ride Up In The Chariot”.)
Visual 1: Prologue [total time 1:30]
(CAST MEMBERS enter singing “Ride Up In The Chariot”.
They acknowledge BILLY, as they move past, to their places.
BAND MEMBERS, DAISY, LILLIAN, and ETHEL place themselves either side of ‘main aisle’/moat area.
ELLA FITZGERALD stays near BILLY at the baby grand.
YOUNG ELLA has no seat, but straightway wanders amongst the dining tables.
DUKE enters last and makes his way to the upright piano, in ‘moat area’.
DAISY is wearing garment resonate with a “choir” smock; LILLIAN is wearing garment resonate with a 1920’s “artist’s smock”; ETHEL is wearing a garment resonate with a 1920’s “charwoman’s” work smock; ELLA FITZGERALD is in a smart, 1957 dress; DUKE is in a smart 1930’s suit; BILLY is dressed in a 1967 suit, white shirt and ‘pencil tie’.
BAND MEMBERS are dressed in 30’s, black Tuxes, and enter with the instruments not have not been pre-set; DRUMMER enters with his sticks.)
Visual 1: ends [hold on ‘image’ of Washington City, 1909.]
DUKE riffs on the upright, using the last chords of “Ride Up In The Chariot”, playing with a flourish!)
DAISY: (proudly) Edward.
(DUKE continues ‘noodling’ at the piano. BILLY sketches out music in his manuscript. Removing her smock, DAISY moves to ‘performing space, right’. She is dressed in 1900’s middle class attire. BILLY and DUKE ‘noodle’ at the same melody; DUKE stops.
But BILLY continues- as ELLA FITZGERALD runs a scat scale along it. They are ‘grounded’ in the recording session of 1957.)
BILLY: (humming; scribbling) –beautiful, is not always ..pretty.
ELLA: Doesn’t need to be..
BILLY: No. Just, clear. At least, that’s how I keep things in my thinking. If I start clear ..- - but I remember that nothing is. (‘noodling’ at a melody)
ELLA: (listening) ..this is. ..this is. I always know when it’s you writing.
BILLY: Not when it’s for him. You’re not meant to.
ELLA: I understand. But you know how to make a piano warm for a throat. I’ve never known music to bow so for a human being. -..I’m just grateful you have a true and gentle nature.
ELLA: Oh no. That’s not my style. I just know how important it is to speak what I see ..folks don’t always tell you the good things you should be allowed to hear. Just tell you the things they expect you should-
BILLY: Dine on. Smile. And keep their bank accounts fat with. True. All too true..
[BILLY plays noodles around bits of “Something To Live For”.]
ELLA: He’s bringing charts. They said he was bringing what we’d be..
BILLY: No note in the world you don’t already know.
ELLA: I’m only wondering. Just want to be able to keep up…
[BILLY stops playing.]
BILLY: -Tell me. Come on. What is it?
ELLA: Nothing. Little chill I think.
BILLY: Think of something to keep those chills away.
ELLA: ..well I would if I could. What do you think of?
ELLA: -..no. -No. -Dancing wouldn’t do that for me. [she hums a bit of “Ride Up In The Chariot”.] Music does. Singing it out does. But. Sometimes.. -..You ever have one of those days when you’re feeling like something isn’t right ..like, everything you touch is going to crack a note..!
BILLY: No. [plays emphatic chords of “doom”.] Never.
BILLY: I let these (wiggling his fingers), keep me away from thinking past a melody.. [‘noodles’ a melody at the piano]
DUKE: -sights just barge in.
BILLY: Always have done.
DUKE: Dance right down into sounds.
BILLY: ..don’t worry; you can make anything make sense.
ELLA: ..yes well.. it’s a gift of ‘true pitch’. That’s what makes the oblong, square- the cock-eyed, straight. Since I was a child, I even hear the suggestion of a note, and I can move that thing into a pitch, off a slant, I wouldn’t wish on a roof!
BILLY: While others are merely mortal, Miss Ella, and make do.