October 10, 2006
Austinist Theatre Review: At Home With Dick 2
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In spite of a rave review in the Austin Chronicle, we neglected to see last year's multi-nominated production, At Home With Dick. T'was a shame, so we were pleased to learn we'd get the chance to experience the Dick Price phenomenon after all. The boys at Rubber Repertory have once again palled up with Austin's master of the whippy-quick ditty to deliver an all-new musical treat to eager audiences.
In case you missed the boat last time around, the gist of the show is simple. Dick Price, songwriter extraordinaire, with just one CD in production but the online release of a new song daily, opens his Hyde Park apartment to anyone willing to pick-a-price ($10-$25) to come on in, grab a beer, have a seat, and listen to him play and chat for about 90 minutes. That sums it up completely.
Or does it? The skeptic in us thought, "Yeah, okay. A kind of weird dude plays a bunch of kind of funny songs for a kind of long time." That couldn't be further from the truth. Price is a uniquely charming, gifted pianist who has the ability to churn out a seemingly endless string of catchy melodies. He's so personable, and every song is so listenable, that time spent in his company flies by, and by the end of the evening you won't want to leave. The night we attended, after final applause, everyone sat and sort of...blinked at Price, unwilling to come to that unspoken agreement to get up and shuffle out. Price finally said, "Uh, I guess I could play last year's show...." He was kidding, but I believe we'd have all gladly sat for another 90 minutes and let him do just that, had he been game.
For At Home With Dick 2, the evening has a somber, intensely auto-biographical theme: Price's experience dealing with his father's descent into Alzheimer's and eventual death in a nursing home. Sounds depressing, but it's not. Rather, it makes for a moving and remarkably thorough musical exploration of the loss of a parent to mental disease. It was familiar territory to us, having been through something similar with a grandparent, and we were touched and, frankly, impressed by all the ground Price covered: the guilt-ridden frustration of dealing with a demented person, the painful awareness of a loved one's loss of dignity, the embarrassed amusement at an octogenarian’s resurgent sexual desire, the revulsion of visiting a nursing home for the first time...the list goes on.
Price sings about this and more with naked appeal and disarmingly candid humor. Some of the saddest things in life can also be the funniest, a truism that Price exploits with freshness and honesty. And wow, can the man play the keyboard. Each song was full, rich, and singable from the first note. In one of the many delightful moments of the evening, Price asked the audience to sing along as we made our way from one room to the next. In a testament to just how awesome Austin theatre-goers are, every single person (all 17 of us) chimed in immediately. It even took Price aback just a bit, prompting him to make a crack about having a choir for an audience. It exemplified just how easy it is to slip right into a Dick Price tune.
With all its attendant hype, At Home With Dick 2 has a lot to live up to, and it doesn't disappoint. As with the last production, tickets are going fast -- sometimes in blocks of 10 or more (which is more than half the house) -- so get in while the getting is good. This is one you do not want to miss.
At Home With Dick 2
Th/Fr/Sa thru Oct 28
Dick's Apartment in Hyde Park [map]
8pm
[Tickets]
Header (c) Rubber Repertory.






Jooley Ann, you said: " The skeptic in us thought, "Yeah, okay. A kind of weird dude plays a bunch of kind of funny songs for a kind of long time." That couldn't be further from the truth. "
That's the whole thing right there, in absolute precision. The IDEA of Dick Price gets this immediate pigeonholing in a person's mind, while the actual EXPERIENCE of Dick Price and his music expands a mind beyond such pigeonholes and makes any attendant hype seem like pale understatement.
Pardon me for going on, but this is one of my Things here: How a performance or a static artwork could, so easily, shade into something less than engaging and meaningful ... how it could do this in so many different ways, because it's skirting a certain border of ordinariness or kitsch or whatever, and all an artist has to do is make one wrong move and it's all fucked ... and yet some of the most effective artworks are those which, consciously or not, constantly skirt these very borders but without the artist EVER making the wrong choice and sliding away from brilliance...
(Wes Anderson's movies, say, can provide any number of vibrant examples of this, both pro and con.)
Ah, I still have to do a lot of exploring in the territory of these thoughts, besides wrangling the grammmar to map it with ...
Thank you for such a cogent review!
Thanks for a great review. I saw it this past weekend and was both moved and delighted by Dick Price's stories/songs. I also saw last year's romp and I couldn't believe that this year's show is even funnier.
The other night, when Dick asked us to sing him into the next room, we too gladly obliged. I guess I was singing too loudly, because he chastised me for trying to steal the show from him. I might of been offended coming from anyone else, but he's just too loveable!
Dick price is a God in the realm of "in his own home theater!" ROCK ON Dick Price, and ROCK ON Rubber Repertory!
Thanks for making it out on opening weekend. Glad you enjoy Mr. Price as much as we do. Also, we love that you called us "the boys at Rubber Repertory." Makes us think of our idols--Stan and Ollie. TB@RR
Brenner, you're quite welcome & thx for your comments. I've been mulling them over b/c, indeed, where is that line between brilliance and everything being fucked? I don't know...it's quite mysterious to me. Interestingly my husband and I had just that conversation following not At Home With Dick 2, but We Are Normal, Cha Cha Chaaa. We loved the performance, but it was very abstract, and abstraction can so easily slide from great to soooo not great. We couldn't pin down why the abstract things we've hated (and believe me, there was a list) were hateful, nor could we identify precisely what worked in the things we loved.
As for AHWD2, most of our drive-time conversation revolved around how amazing we thought Dick was, and how odd a life he must lead, being able to draw 50+ paid visitors into his home each weekend by sheer force of talent. Dick Price isn't cult of personality, contrary to what public perception might be. It must be both gratifying and...strange to have that kind of talent.
Freakydiva, you're adorable.
Josh, you make me laugh out loud with your response to "the boys at Rubber Repertory." The overly sensitive, feminist side of me really paused over that phraseology, worrying about its ageism and sexism. Then I thought, "Those boys won't mind!" I'm such a snotty old sow.