In the Powell Street BART station, a voice that slides from cartoonishly daft to deeply sullen is telling the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff. There is the bridge, and there is the troll, but these are not your usual billy goats. One is a gamer, one is an emo kid, and one is a jock; and the voice takes immense pleasure in splitting itself up between them and having a mad conversation between three different versions of itself.
It's only when you turn the corner that you see the voice belongs to a young man mostly hidden behind a ramshackle puppet booth. Miniature billy goats wobble past his face, and the ground is littered with sets of folded cardboard that he tosses aside when the story moves from one place to the next. A sign identifies the production as an enterprise of the Flat Broke Puppet Co.
This is Nick. He has long hair stuffed under a baseball cap and narrow, surprisingly elegant hands that dart and gesture almost constantly when he talks. He's from Rhode Island, but he ran away from home when he was 16, hitchhiking all the way to L. A.
"It was horrible," he says. "A pit." He made his way north and he discovered that San Francisco was different. There were so many things he liked about it. "It really matched me. I liked the people... and I liked all the pot, of course." He started doing a bit of puppeteering, but he was young and he fell into the seedy traps of the city, the drugs and prostitution.
"I got cleaned up, though," he says, and when he did, he did an internship at ZEUM, a children's museum. He worked at the kids' theater and had the opportunity to meet Wendy Morton, who specializes in shadow puppetry. From there, he went on to work with Basil Twist, a master puppeteer whose work is both stunning and strange.
For a while, he tried to live a normal life. "I thought: normal people have normal jobs. I tried that, but it was a huge failure." So he continues with his puppets, sometimes working with a musician who plays the concertina and whose name is Fable.
"The thing about puppets is that I don't have to be seen. I don't have a good stage presence, so when it's me trying to be onstage..." He rocks back and forth on his heels, jerking his body from side to side. "I get like Rain Man, basically. With puppets, all my energy that's not the voice is going into them, so people don't see me."
Find Nick:
Powell Street BART station, near the exit to the Westfield Shopping Centre.
On Montgomery Street, near the Palace Hotel, in front of a tailor shop.
On Valencia Street, especially when he has more "hipster" material.
In North Beach, which is where he takes his "adult" puppet shows.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Ilya: accordionist
Walk along Haight Street, between Clayton and Belvedere, and you will pass an alcove with a staircase that leads to a narrow doorway. The alcove hangs back from the sidewalk, partially obscured by a metal gate, and you might not notice it's there. But, if you're lucky, you will pause and peer into the shade, and your ears will reverberate with the jolly, irresistible sounds of an accordion.
Ilya has a gentle face. It is framed by a black hat, glasses, and puffy strands of curly hair. He sits on the steps and holds an accordion against his chest, coaxing from it a jaunty tune that makes you wonder why the whole street isn't dancing, laughing, and clasping hands. He was born in Russia and he plays the accordion because he grew up with the sound of accordion music, and because he once saw an accordion (not this one, he says) in a shop on the East Coast and decided that he had to have it.
"I used to play piano, and then I stopped. It had been a long time since I played music, and then three years ago, I went to a music store with a friend and saw an accordion. I fell in love with it."
He used to work in computers, but right now he mainly does this. He is putting together two bands, both grown out of his love for Eastern European music. One will combine Russian vocals with strings and accordion, the other will be a fast-paced brass band that plays Balkan and klezmer music. He plays his accordion on the street and in train stations.
"I really like it when people start dancing," he says. "That's probably the most interesting reaction I get. They dance in all kinds of ways, and I think -- huh!-- I didn't think people danced this way to this kind of music, but it's kind of cool. I definitely enjoy that, when people are dancing."
Find Ilya:
Haight Street between Clayton and Belvedere.
At the BART stations, either 16th & Mission or Montgomery.
Ilya has a gentle face. It is framed by a black hat, glasses, and puffy strands of curly hair. He sits on the steps and holds an accordion against his chest, coaxing from it a jaunty tune that makes you wonder why the whole street isn't dancing, laughing, and clasping hands. He was born in Russia and he plays the accordion because he grew up with the sound of accordion music, and because he once saw an accordion (not this one, he says) in a shop on the East Coast and decided that he had to have it.
"I used to play piano, and then I stopped. It had been a long time since I played music, and then three years ago, I went to a music store with a friend and saw an accordion. I fell in love with it."
He used to work in computers, but right now he mainly does this. He is putting together two bands, both grown out of his love for Eastern European music. One will combine Russian vocals with strings and accordion, the other will be a fast-paced brass band that plays Balkan and klezmer music. He plays his accordion on the street and in train stations.
"I really like it when people start dancing," he says. "That's probably the most interesting reaction I get. They dance in all kinds of ways, and I think -- huh!-- I didn't think people danced this way to this kind of music, but it's kind of cool. I definitely enjoy that, when people are dancing."
Find Ilya:
Haight Street between Clayton and Belvedere.
At the BART stations, either 16th & Mission or Montgomery.
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