Acker Night 2008

I suspect that the J.S. Acker Musical Showcase, dba Acker Night, is a quite unusual festival. For one evening during the Christmas holiday season, downtown businesses stay open, playing host to musicians and performers, as well as crowds of local folk. It's cool.

A small bit of official history: When J.S. Acker, a local businessman died in 1955, he left a number of parcels of land to the City of Prescott, to be used for parks and music programs for children. In 1988 Prescott resident LaVon Anderson, who was a strong advocate of children's music program herself, had a dream to mesh music and Prescott's historic downtown together in a memorable event. Music and the Christmas holidays was a natural pairing and she used that marriage to spearhead the J.S. Acker Musical Showcase in December 1988. The J.S. Acker Musical Showcase was quick to take off. The event now features over 80 Prescott downtown businesses with over 100 musicians. The web site is being nice; as a matter of fact, the city fathers sat on the Acker bequest for years, either not knowing what to do with it or, just as likely, hoping to be able to cash in on the growing demand for Prescott real estate. Some of the real story should be available even in the Courier archives.

I began this year's short Acker excursion at the Galloping Goose, where there was a good crowd looking at their wares waiting for the music break to be over. And then I headed to the Old Firehouse Plaza...

...for folk and rock guitar...

...and a folk dancing group. Too bad, the belly dancers were taking a rest when I popped into their venue.

And members of the children's choir were turning in their haloes. Too bad -- I would have enjoyed those young voices, but I did hear traditional Christmas carols from the group below.

A singer in the beauty salon...

...rock and folk in the bakery...

...and jazz in the restaurant.

And the highlight of the evening for me -- flamenco guitar and dancers, small and grown-up.

Still at the Firehouse -- the MadriGals who reached deep into history for their repertoire.

This year's showcase reached well beyond the Square: the cello duo were in the lobby of the big new condo building at Gurley and McCormick and Georgene sang carols and folk songs in Bashford House at the museum. Batterman's, Porky's and the Chase bank also were host to musicians.

Other highlights of the evening important to local bloggers-- 1) catching a pic of Rich in front of one of his HDR prints at the Ian Russell Gallery and 2) seeing several of Miligirl's sensuous oils at the Grayleaf Gallery.

A Couple of Sour Notes: One was a VERY VERY LOUD heavy metal band that ruined the music at two adjacent venues, where the musicians simply gave up.

The other is a rant from this god-fearing agnostic about the campaign against Christmas, (which in my experience is one of the loveliest holidays of the year). And I'm not talking about the gross commercialization, either, though that's bad enough. No, at one of the settings, a young girl, maybe 12 years old, sitting with grandparent was obviously getting quite antsy. Finally, this bright kid requested a Christmas song that she knew, like Jingle Bells. Turns out she was totally unfamiliar with Away in a Manger ... It Came Upon a Midnight Clear ... The First Noel ... Joy to the World, any of the traditional songs. Didn't. Recognize. Them. At. All. She did take part in her local school's generic winter program where they sang a Hanukkah song (and a Palestinian piece to balance the ticket) but the 12 Days of Christmas was played as an instrumental; that way, none of those un-PC words had to be spoken out loud. This in a Prescott-area school. Need I say that I am absolutely appalled. I suppose that any of the Bach cantatas are now verboten in our schools hell bent on destroying any tradition in the name of diversity or extreme separation of church and state. Grump. GRUMP. G*R*U*M*P.

Art in the McCormick alley

A few years ago, a local realtor acquired several old cottages along McCormick Street just north of Gurley. Instead of immediately razing them and erecting creekside condos, he had them painted pink and purple and orange and yellow and declared them to be the McCormick Street Art District, thereby earning a few good marks. At this point, most of the cottages are now antiqueries, there's one radical bookstore plus this gallery.

The art fun is out in back of the buildings. Above, a shed, painted on two sides. This object has been here a couple of years.

However, there's new material, here at the back of one of the houses.

Around the corner is a Buddha sort of character.

Across the way, that is, I believe, a garden planted in the former bed of a pickup truck. This is part of the sculpture garden advertised by the Eye of the Mountain Gallery. One of these days I'll take on a a proper tour of McCormick Street, which is also quite interesting at the south end of town down where the White Spar Road begins.

May I Grump? I had my first Travelocity experience. Not good. Prices jumped $200 after I had picked a set of flights; the on-line form refused to accept my ZIP code & so I had to do the 888 call to Bangalore -- at least I didn't get charged the extra $25! I was so aggravated and flustered by the entire procedure that I set things up for the wrong dates, yet. Grump.