DECADENCE AND THE A.M.E. CHURCH: A few thoughts, not a review, about Passing Strange. It’s the story of a young black man from LA who seeks himself, or meaning, or something, through Amsterdam and West Berlin and finally home. ETA: It’s at the Studio Theater through August 8.

1. I loved this! I loved it well beyond reason. I loved it in part because it really connected with the audience Friday night. I get that it’s easy to be cynical about whitefolk toe-tappin’ at musicals about black identity. But that isn’t what happened here. What happened was more like when I went to see Marlon Riggs’s film Black Is/Black Ain’t, and at the end credits we heard the opening strains of “Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing”… and the whole theater, black and white and read all over, started to sing.

If this city is your heart then this play will take you home.

2. The insistent decadent aesthetic was amazing! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen such a complete assimilation of decadence to the American experience, which is so often presented as sincerist, outside a specifically gay narrative… with one exception. The fact that the exception is Invisible Man should tell you how thrilled I was by the way this play and this production negotiated the ways in which masks melt into the skin, culture can but can’t be rejected (one of the characters makes the point I made somewhat idiotically here!), and America is an absent but inescapable parent.

I loved that even the complacency and hypocrisy of the mainstream black church was presented as a possible vehicle for becoming “real.” It didn’t work for the narrator, but I genuinely didn’t feel like the play blamed Mr. Franklin (the PK, who uh… maybe I think plays the organ, if you see what I’m sayin’ here) for being a halfway house rather than a home for the narrator. There was just a lot of generosity in this script. Everyone’s masks were honored even though the show also acknowledged the genuine poignancy and power of the rhetoric of “realism.”

It’s really fascinating to compare this play to Tom Stoppard’s Rock ‘n’ Roll, which I also saw at the Studio. Christianity is a named thing here, a live option in a certain sense, which it never is for Stoppard’s characters. And yet the specific form of Christianity is kind of intriguing: Words like identity, meaning, and love are very much central to the Christian possibility, but words like sin, grace, redemption, forgiveness, and salvation are totally absent. That’s in no way a criticism of the show! I mean it says so much and works so well.

3. Oh Lord, the pastiches were so perfect! This is a musical, so yeah okay it gets sentimental in the end. But before then, the pastiches of bougie church life (“Baptist Fashion Show”) and ’79/’82 punk (wow I don’t even know which song this was, but the lyrics “I’m a business motherfucker” probably help you remember it!) and ’80s West German punk style are just so loving and forgiving.

4. Rock ‘n’ Roll is much more cross-generational than this play. There is no next generation here. There is no pregnancy, no child, no humiliation as our own rebellions are deployed against what we really do think is now our greater wisdom as adults! There’s no need to show what it feels like to grow up.

And yet unchosen obligation is still the throbbing heart of this show. When it gets sentimental, which believe me, it jumps into with all its musical-theater gross Grizabella make-it-cute heart… even so it’s at least sentimental about unchosen loves. In fact, the play is adamant that the most blunt forces in love are most powerful, love without understanding, mother and son beyond any kind of intellectual or even intelligible connection. She is his and at last he is hers and and no one can tell anybody why. Motherhood is handcuffs locked on both ends. (There’s no mention of the protagonist’s father. I honestly didn’t notice this until at least the intermission, even though it’s my actual job. I think that speaks to a level of realism in the play itself; it isn’t playing to the skybox.)

But yeah, I kind of missed the depiction of what might happen to this guy, with his complex relationship with unchosen obligations in general and parenthood in particular, if he became a parent. Why is this play so contracepted? Aren’t there more interesting stories to be told in the unchosen future?