Marianne Faithfull
Giant neon-hued pieces of furniture, 20 feet high. Angular, skew-framed doorways swathed in soft purple spotlights. Huge cardboard deer racing by on wires overhead; Life-size, rubbery masses of deer cadavers strewn below. It’s quite the surreal scene, this outrageous stage vision from playwright Robert Wilson. And—outside of classic German Expressionist films like Metropolis and Das Kabinet, with perhaps some day-glo Peter Max paintings tossed in for good acid-trip measure—rest assured, you’ve never seen anything like The Black Rider. And through this Gothic wasteland—singing songs penned by Tom Waits, speaking dialogue from the late William S. Burroughs—strolls 58-year-old rock diva Marianne Faithfull, in long black ponytailed wig, waistcoat with floor-sweeping tails, and the kind of creepy kohl-and-magenta makeup that would look great on Lily Munster. Cast by Wilson himself, Faithfull is playing—of course—the Devil, Pegleg, in this adaptation of an old German folktale in which an inept young hunter makes a Faustian bargain to make his bullets fly truer. The singer’s performance is spine-tingling—cut a deal with her, and you just know you’re in deep trouble.
Theoretically, Faithfull should be traveling the world on a press junket right now, touting her remarkable new solo set Before The Poison, which features several songs written/co-written by Nick Cave and P.J. Harvey, with one selection from old chum Damon Albarn (“The Last Song”) and one from Largo-scene legend Jon Brion (“City Of Quartz”). But after nailing her spooky role in a two-month run at London’s Barbican, she agreed to two more months as Satan in San Francisco. She first saw the play in Berlin back in ’91, she recounts over a pizza lunch at her S.F. theater-district hotel. “And for me, the main thing is really my music,” she clarifies. “But then I got this fantastic offer, and I just couldn’t turn it down. I felt I had to do it.” Through four demanding rehearsal weeks, she and Wilson “slowly built this character. And because I’m not a trained actor, they couldn’t just tell me what to do—Pegleg just had to develop. And I’m not going to tell you how I came to it—that’s all trade secrets. That’s the whole magic of the theater, very stylized and all about the spine and its movement. Bob [Wilson] talks a lot about ‘Earning the moment,’ and I don’t really know how that works. But I guess I’ve got it now—I’m actually able to do that.”
Recalling the key direction Wilson gave her, the regal-looking Faithfull can’t stifle an ironic laugh. “What he said to me was ‘Hate the audience. Hate the audience, be dangerous, and when you come onstage, don’t let people really know what you’re going to do.’ It’s an interesting way to deal with an audience, and they like it. And I’ve got my own kind of strange beauty—I know that. But what’s so interesting about this part is that it’s walking a fine line between grotesque and beautiful.” Much like Faithfull’s music itself.