Niamh Hyland: Co-Founder…and Artist

AWoW Co-Founder Niamh Hyland with Michael Brunnock

Artists Without Walls’ co-founder Niamh Hyland along with longtime collaborator Michael Brunnock, are set to release their first album, entitled “Live to Love.”

Hyland & Brunnock will be holding an album release party at Rockwood Music Hall, Stage 2, on Oct. 25, 2018. Click here for tickets.

As most artists, with or without walls, know all too well, it isn’t easy nor is it cheap to produce art in this era. Hyland & Brunnock have kicked off a crowdfunding campaign to help offset the significant expense of professionally producing their new album.

For information on how you can help, please visit their Indiegogo page here.

For more, check out the following videos!

MITCH TRAPHAGEN’S PHOTOS from ARTISTS WITHOUT WALLS’ SHOWCASE at THE CELL 6/26/2018

Niamh and Charles,

I just wanted to drop a line to express my sheer joy attending last night’s performances.

I literally laughed & cried.

Every single performance was given & accepted in such a heartfelt manner. I was proud to be part of this nurturing environment.

Thank you,

Debi Javier

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Niamh and Charles,

The ART community is so very lucky to have your dedication, passion and energy in their corner…with or without walls.

Thank you for another really special night at AWoW.    And thank you for continuing to provide this incredible platform where artistic gifts, hugs, tears, laughter and hope are shared.   AWoW ….WOW.
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This embracing community of richly talented artists sharing their gifts with us; an appreciative supportive audience , makes Tuesday nights very special indeed.
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Each diverse performer brought something that each of us could hold close.   So happy we could be there last night.
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All the best,
clyde berger
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David Goldman and Niamh Hyland
Peter Nolan and Amanda Mottur
Michael Muller
Jillian Buckley
Charles R. Hale
Niamh Hyland, Cecil Hooker, Charles R. Hale, Michael Muller, Amanda Mottur, Jillian Buckley, Peter Nolan, Sam Adelman, David Goldman, Katrina Crawford and Martha Pinson
Renata Hinrichs
Sam Adelman and Katrina Crawford

Cecil Hooker and Peter Nolan

ARTISTS WITHOUT WALLS’ SHOWCASE at THE CELL: WORDS by CLYDE BERGER and the PHOTOS of VERA MAURA

Feeling inspired…the May 2018 Artists Without Walls Showcase!

Patrick Bamburak and Chris Kudela

By Clyde Berger

What a really special night at Artists Without Walls.
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An apt mention by Charles R. Hale: Everyone always leaves feeling good, feeling inspired and buoyed up by the performances and by the people in attendance. Last night I found that to be especially true.‎  I thoroughly enjoyed each performance; and Niamh Hyland and Michael Brunnock are doing such amazing new work!   Love the sound they are creating with the depth of the lyrics and the power of the harmonies and melodies.   Wow.  
   
Thank you to Charles and Niamh for making last night so special.
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And Theresa Sareo…
We have been lucky to see her perform several times in a variety of venues and have had the pleasure of getting to know her at social settings as well… and her story and her strength of character is always riveting.  Add Liv, Patrick, Chris and Brian to the mix and it was one special evening. 
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It is the work that you do, and the shows you put on, that keep us always wanting more.‎    And isn’t that what artistic expression is really all about; passing forth a message… and wanting it to not stop there… but to linger on… and want more.
Theresa Sareo

 

Liv Mammone
Brian Nemiroff
Photos by Vera Maura. The next Artists Without Walls’ Showcase is June 26th, 7:30pm at The Cell Theatre in the Chelsea section of New York City

“CROSSING BOROUGHS” WRITE-UP by VINNIE NAUHEIMER

“CROSSING BOROUGHS”

by VINNIE NAUHEIMER

The audience at the Artists Without Walls’ presentation of “Crossing Boroughs” was treated to a scrumptious mix of singing, dancing, music, and history last Sunday afternoon at the Museum of the City of New York. Weaving together the intricate blend of the music, dance, history and culture that defined each of New York City’s boroughs, “Crossing Boroughs” showcased the magnificent tapestry that defines New York City. Combining a superb narrative, slideshows, singing, dancing and monologues, the show transported the older members in the audience back to the days of their youth, while giving the younger folk a glimpse into New York City’s past.

Vocalists David Raleigh and Niamh Hyland

The opening slideshow presented visual snippets of New York City, which provided the backdrop for Niamh Hyland who sang “Midnight in Harlem” with enough soul to rock a congregation. Charles R. Hale picked up from there, narrating a brief history of Manhattan and its past, his words accenting and explaining the slides flashing across the screen. This background material led to a duet, “Manhattan,” a song written by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart and performed by Niamh and David Raleigh.

Jack O’Connell, while holding a Spalding, known as a “spaldeen,” recounted Brooklyn born Pete Hamill’s description of “stickball” as he knew it growing up in Brooklyn, including the fact that Spaldings were not manufactured during WWII because of the rubber shortage caused by the war effort. Growing up in the Bronx, I can attest to the fact that stickball was played with the same rules across boroughs.

“Crossing Boroughs” creator Charles R. Hale

Stickball transitioned to baseball when Charles shared a personal story…his father taking him to his first baseball game at Ebbets Field. It was his first chance to see the Dodgers and Charles recounted the game and the chance meeting with Jackie Robinson at a stoplight as Charles and his dad drove home from the game. This personal touch, acknowledging the importance of the father-son bonds that were formed over the game of baseball, drew the audience in as they reflected on their ties to baseball. To add to the realism of the baseball moment, midway through Charles’ story, Jack O’Connell, to the sounds of a ballpark crowd, walked down the aisles dressed as a ballpark vendor: “Peanuts, popcorn, cracker-jacks….getcha cold beer…cold beer here….soodaaa, soodaa.”

Actor Jack O’Connell

From Brooklyn’s Ebbets Field, we were transported to Coney Island when Jack O’Connell (Man of a Thousand Faces) appeared as a carnival barker from the Midway where he pitched the various sideshows that were flashing on the screen behind him. This seamlessly transitioned into the story of another carnival barker, Billy Bigelow, from the 1945 Broadway show “Carousel.” Niamh Hyland once again wowed the audience with her rendition of “If I loved You,” Julie Jordan’s thoughts on her relationship with Billie

Moving from Brooklyn to Queens, Charles took the audience to the 1939 World’s Fair and the introduction of nylon stockings, which led to the opening dance number, “Nylon Stockings.”  David Raleigh sang the song, which featured  the very talented young dance duo, Laura Neese and Johnathan Matthews.

Dancers Laura Neese and Jonathan Matthews

Continuing through Queens, Charles once again brought the audience into his early life as he recounted his fond memories of Saturdays at one of the five New York Metro “Loew’s Wonder Theaters.” A short video depicted the grandeur of those theaters, which struck a solid chord with all who had the opportunity to spend time at those theaters, regardless of which borough they hailed from.

From Queens, the show moved over to the Bronx where once again, Laura and Johnathan traversed the floor in magnificent style, dancing the Lindy Hop to Dion and the Belmonts, “I Wonder Why.” The dance scene was followed by a fascinating narrative in which Charles combined the opening of the Triborough Bridge with the concurrent history of the Randall’s Island stadium, located beneath the Triborough, and the part it played in selecting the runners who represented the United States at the 1936 Olympics in Berlin.

Every show has its highlight: This shows highlight was Niamh Hyland’s performance of the Etta James’ song “I’d Rather Go Blind.” Niamh nailed it, boxed it and delivered it to an audience that devoured every note. At the end of her song, thunderous applause spontaneously erupted as several members audience jumped to their feet paying tribute to the superb performance they had just witnessed.

Vocalist and music director Niamh Hyland, guitarist Shu Nakamura and bassist Mary Ann McSweeney

Once again, back in Manhattan at McHale’s Bar, Jack O’Connell took the stage to give us a sobering portrayal of a bartender speaking to an invisible customer (or the audience?) while reciting Bob Dylan’s “Desolation Row.” A poem that perfectly describes the seedier side of life–desolation–in New York.

As we headed out to the final borough, Staten Island, footage from the Staten Island Ferry with the Manhattan skyline in the background filled the screen. Accompanying the visual, David and Niamh sang “Leaving New York.” The entire experience was made complete by the accomplished musicians who provided the musical accompaniment led by renowned guitarist Shu Nakamura, drummer Shirazette Tinnin, keyboardist Steve Okonski and bassist Mary Ann McSweeney.

The Band for Crossing Boroughs

For this Bronx boy, who has lived and worked in New York City most of his life, this was a terrific afternoon. It is not very often you see a show that skillfully combines New York City nostalgia, song, dance, music, and fun into one package. Kudos to Charles Hale Productions and everyone that contributed to making “Crossing Boroughs” a most enjoyable show.

Crossing Boroughs was created and written by Charles R. Hale. Charmaine Broad directs the show and Niamh Hyland, in addition to being the show’s lead vocalist, is its musical director.

Photos by Mitch Traphagen

Allison Sylvia: Word Artist / Poet / Singer / Virtuoso

Allison Sylvia: spoken word artist / poet / singer / virtuoso / AWoW member
(Mitch Traphagen Photo)

By Allison Sylvia

I was faced with the reality 

that my life is not marked 

by romantic love

but rather 

love of the earth, ritual practice,

artistic community and inspiring words.

The poem that came out of this understanding

is one that includes my daily liturgy (shower ritual)

with quotes – not only from the AWOW members

present&performing – but also from poets George Watsky,

Hafiz, William Carlos Williams and my own past works.

Two sonnets found their way to the middle – they are reworked

from a sonnet crown for unrequited.projected love – 

here I turn the light around

and find the love I long to give

is always right inside of me.

i like to think

of every subway car

& late night performance

space as an absolutely

unique collection of beings

in a time&place that has

never been before

&will never be

again so in

honor of

this community

sharing this space

this evening

let’s take a

collective breath

everyone exhale

empty.empty

lungs

fill yourself

from toes

to hips

to fingertips

exhale

let it go

like

the wind

now that

we’re

all together

it’s time i begin

with a little poem

some here

already know

the song of my heART

from which all new

works flow

love

love

love

it’s such a relief

to sing the word

true love

wherever

you might be

listen to me

i got a feeling

we are gonna

win

rejoicing

destined

for this age

our bodies

make it

perfect

first

turn to me

&your eyes

can make me

swim

my warrior

my muse

though i cannot

see how you

move your wings

&from above you

how i sank into

your soul

the space between

then again

everything

seems new

my tongue

&roof

to say the least

i’m into you

what i want

you’ve got

it might be hard

to handle

love is telepathic

&our eyes

tragic the way

i feel

how long

until

(yOu)

drink me up

again

this dream

pays for its

space in my

heART

i can hear

a rhythm start

each embrace

faith/surrender

&yes

i say yes

i am

yes

fool

holding you

never be alone

i never learn

kissing you

tell me i belong

please tell me

i belong

here is my hand

do you trust me

i pledge allegiance

to your heart

come place yours

beside mine

will you let me

write you

poetry?

please

please

please

this time

sAy

yes

.

i take

your applause

to signify consent

in gratitude

i invite you

to join me

in a dance

it goes

Here

(stomp.stomp)

Love

(reach out&touch)

Home

(hand2heart)

My feet

meet the street

to this mantra’s beat

each time

you reach for love

can you touch

a different

friend

what the world

needs now

is all the

good vibrations

we can send

Let’s try again

it goes :

Here.love.home

Here.love.home

Where do I begin

to tell the story

of how great

awow can be?

i know

the ground

from which

i rise

it’s here

with you

before your

eyes

i find my feet

are always home

through rituals

i practice life

in reverence

is power

each shower

i have some

good clean fun

i do my best

to make a prayer

of every single one

thank you

for the water

that always

comes out

of the faucet

thank you that

it is as hot as

i want it

water

is sacred

water is life

may i use

its energy

wisely

as i move

through the

rest of my

night&

day

you are

the one

only you

beneath

the moon

&under

the sUn

whether near

to me or far

it’s no matter

darling where

you are

i dream

of you

don’t fall

asleep yet

contrary to

popular

belief

that’s not

where dreams

get accomplished

a curious force

awakens

it is hope

aroused once

more

lOve

is what

we’re here

for

it’s what

i got

i said

remember

that

i am not

enlightened

yet

i

respect

the human

being

i

am

great

ful

for

the

body

I

call

hOMe

the

mInd

I

fInd

the

hEARt

I

hOLD

I

am

hOno

rEd

by

my

hANDs

that

tOUch

my

tOn

gUe

thAt

tAstes

my

fEEt

bless

me

dAIly

wIth

aMAzIng

grAce

I

am

grOUn

ded

&

sec

Ure

I

cAn

mAke

my

sUn

rIse

heresy

of my soul

love is truth.i want.to sing.mine.out loud

to she(that ME)the star I always see

wish to stand.brave.heart beam.hand.head high.prOUd.**

i lovingly persist.i sing of thee

not allowed to force.let(go)with the flow

i can be taught.promise.i yearn to learn

i’m here.a space.a home.where i can grow

pattern returns.to dance.little light.burn

through rabbit holes.rainbows.one dream.i chase

i trust my feet.over bridges.i roam

when there’s nothing but time.there’s only pace

i know however far.all roads lead home

beloved.mother.whispers from the rock

[ ‘girl.put fingertips o’er keys&unlOck’ ]

all : one.muse.mirror.divine.love.mind

slow down.baby girl.sit.breathe.take stock

i am always here.what i need.i find

I want everything.now&then.begin

certain.i take part.in the work.outside

be.sing.dance.speak.create.recite.listen

in every one I meet.I see.my pride

yearn.turn.create life.midas touch.sure of

the path i chose.true.always.find(a)way

forever.dance.w/trees&stars above

venus.morning star.sun.heralds.each day

here.now.may i be.the change.i wish to

{see.there is only (eye) dreaming of me}

in the

constant

celestial

gaze

i honor

the friends

who give me

breath

as i cross

the threshold

of every

public park

i sign

thank you

i love you

then bring

hands to my

heART

have

you heard

the secrets

of the earth

green space

soil&rain

is sacred

common

ground

communities

gather

salvation

found

guiding light

of you

first

love&respect

myself

only then

extend

to chosen

family

i find

BELOVED

all around

welcome

to this

dynamic

space

where

great art

flourishes

how do

i love thee

here

we

really

are

let me

count

the ways

as one

shoulder

to

shoulder

create

our future

Faithful friends

who are dear to us

Gather near to us

once more

conscious

dreamer

gotta fight

for the

life

you love

reinvent

self

show them

what you’re

made of

follow

your heart

trust

the buzz

in your

belly

hOpe

to achieve

hold on

let go

believe

lightness

lift

resonance

identify

with creators

around the world

Lately, I’ve been

having the same old

dreams

manifest one

right now&here

the right track

No time

Like the

Present

Elect

Star of Hope

President

Unity of

body.mind.soul

art.love.home

Is the goal

AWOW

I find heaven

in what you

mean to me

a feeling

without words

a bird will sing

Day by day

Step by step

Walk the way

Promise kept

coming

home

again

keep calm

bound for

my kin

create on

that’s the

story of

that’s the

glory of

when i say

ARTISTS

you say

WOW

ARTISTS

WOW

ARTISTS

WOW

when you say

I LOVE

i say

YOU

I LOVE

YOU

I LOVE

YOU

here.love.home

here.love.home

peace.love.respect

thank you

for playing

along

together

we are

strong

that’s the

power

of

song

THE EXPRESSIVENESS OF SILENCE

THE EXPRESSIVENESS OF SILENCE and SPACE in STORYTELLING, MUSIC and ART

by Charles R. Hale 

Recently, a few friends and I gathered in a local pub when the subject turned to “silence and space” in art. When one of my friends mentioned that he once heard Pete Seeger say, “It’s not what you put into a song, it’s what you leave out that counts,” the music of jazz great Miles Davis came to mind. When I began listening to Miles I was struck by his ability to do more with silence and empty space than any musician I had ever heard. Miles didn’t fill every second with sound. He understood the power of silence. Listen to “It Never Entered My Mind.”

Great artists have the ability to create with less, allowing us our own space to develop our own story: Francisco Goya, in his Tauromaquia series used blank canvas and shadings of grey and white to create the feeling of space. In this sketch, Goya uses empty space to dramatize the fury of a singular moment of horror during a bullfight.

Johan Sebastian Bach understood the power of silence and space as well. During Bach’s B Minor Mass, at the end of the section marked Crucifixus (Crucification), the music slowly sinks into silence, followed by a pause—a moment of contemplation, a moment of space—and then, an explosion of joy and revelation in the Et resurrext. (The Resurrection)

A year ago I received a note from a friend. “Would you read a story I wrote? Something’s missing. I’m looking for a word or words that will give the last few paragraphs more impact, more oopmh. Nothing seems to work.”  I read her story and while I claim no great editorial skills, I felt the character development was wonderful, the story had great pace, from the inciting incident, which created conflict, through the midsection’s rising tension, right up until the crisis point or conflict resolution. The ending was perfect. I sent my friend a note. “I could see your character in the last scene and I understood his problem. I knew his motivations and I was there with him. You didn’t have to tell me the character was desperate or frantic, you’d done all the heavy lifting earlier. Your shorter words and shorter sentences built a moment of high drama. Your writing shows great respect for your reader; you allow them the space to be creative; you allow them the space to furnish the emotion. Less is more. In my view, that’s what often makes for great storytelling.”

The power of space and silence were never more evident to me than when I spoke before a gathering of college students and their families a number of years ago. The subject was the value of family stories. I was undecided about including the story of my mother’s sister’s death, a baby who died seven hours after she was born, until the moment I began speaking. I feared that I’d have difficultly controlling my emotions, yet, within a few minutes—I don’t know why—I started telling the story.

As I feared, her death and burial, and the emotions that the story evoked in me, were still too raw. I bowed my head and my eyes filled with tears; I had no idea how I would go on. Finally, I looked up. I was astonished. The entire front row was crying. I regained my composure. I was able to finish my story.

The events of the day became clear to me later in the evening. During the story’s build-up a number of listeners were probably experiencing a bond with my grandmother, grandfather or me. They were sharing a powerful story and many may have assumed the role of one of the characters in the story. Other listeners may have experienced the same wound and so they filtered my story of the baby’s death through their past. When I paused, the listeners may have been provided the space in which they could explore their thoughts, furnish their own emotions, and develop their own stories.

Miles Davis once said, “‘It’s not about the space you play, but the space you leave.” Allowing for space and silence may be one of the keys to effective creative expression, not only for the artist, but the artist’s audience as well.

NYC: ASHCAN ART, EDWARD HOPPER AND MY GRANDFATHER

NYC: ASHCAN ART, EDWARD HOPPER and MY GRANDFATHER

By Charles R. Hale

When I began researching my family history I discovered that there were few mementos from the past. There were no letters, only a few old photos—one may have been taken in the 1890’s, and only a few before 1930–a 1913 funeral receipt and an oil painting. The painting captures a nighttime ritual, three NYFD firemen from Engine Co. 14, including my grandfather, (right), sitting around a table, playing poker.

The painting hung on a wall in my grandparents’ NYC apartment and other than Grandpa Charlie using it as a prop for one of his riotous tales, I didn’t know much. I knew that a fireman, Edward Brady, painted it but I never gave much thought to the history of the painting.

As I searched for links to the past–events that would elucidate my ancestors’ space and time–I began considering the painting. I imagined, given my grandfather’s appearance, that it was completed in the nineteen-forties. Once I learned that Edward Brady was a fireman at Engine 14 during the early forties, I was confident in my dating of the painting. As I studied, what I call “Firemen Playing Cards” and American art and artists of that period, I also learned the history behind the style in which Brady painted. It was a school of painting, very different than a generation earlier, and a style that enabled Brady to capture that singular moment in my grandfather’s life.

At the turn of the 20th century American Artists and photographers rebelled against the predominating art of aristocratic portraiture. A new style of painting developed, which was loose and impressionistic, and based on a new subject matter: modern life. Artists developed an interest in human elements: every day subjects in dramatic light. Art became a revelation of life’s experience, both the exciting and the mundane. This school of painting became known as Ashcan Art and included artists such as Robert Henri, John Sloan and George Bellows. Two artists who were greatly influenced by this style of painting, both of whom were associated with New York schools of art during the developmental period of this style, were Edward Hopper and Guy Pene du Bois.

As I studied “Firemen Playing Cards” in greater detail, I noticed that there was a similarity in style or at least a suggestion of Edward Hopper’s painting, “Nighthawks.” Deliberate and spare, each painting captures a singular New York moment in which three New Yorkers seem lost in their thoughts, anonymous and uncommunicative. The diner’s harsh electric light sets it apart from the dark night outside, as does the softer light emanating from the hanging lamp over the poker table. 

Brooklyn born, Guy Pene du Bois who, like his good friend Hopper, depicted narratives of inaction and themes of emotional disengagement, differed in style. While Hopper was interested in capturing moments of solitude, using bold, simplified forms to infuse his scenes with drama, du Bois used smooth curves striking a balance between abstraction and realism. And while at first glance there appears to be no similarity in Brady and du Bois’s work, there is one commonality: the hands.

I’d always believed that Fireman Brady could not paint a pair of human hands. The firemen’s hands are nothing like I’d expect them to be, strong, large and rugged, but rather they look childlike and small.

But then I look at the style in which du Bois painted hands and I wonder if Brady was familiar with du Bois? The hands are almost identical. Was Brady familiar with the school of painters who had studios on 14th St. and Union Square, a few blocks from Engine Co. 14, which is located on 18th Street. Did he take lessons at any of these art leagues?

I don’t remember hearing Edward Brady’s name when I was a child. I noticed his name on the painting after his art was bequeathed to me a number of years ago.  Looking through old firehouse logs of Engine 14 I was able to determine that Brady and my grandfather were fellow firefighters. And now I stare at the painting every morning, grateful that my grandfather’s friend, a man with whom he risked his life fighting fires, captured this singular moment in my grandfather’s life.

 

MITCH TRAPHAGEN ON BILLY JOEL: AN ARTIST WITHOUT WALLS

The Soul of an Artist Without Walls

by Mitch Traphagen

Billy Joel performed his 37th consecutive sold-out monthly show at Madison Square Garden on Jan. 11, 2017. When he began, he said he would keep playing until people stopped showing up. There is no sign of that happening. His 41st concert was just announced.

Billy Joel at Madison Square Garden

It would be hard to argue that he needs the money. He is among the best selling recording artists in history. But he is a New Yorker through and through. Born in the Bronx 67-years-ago, Madison Square Garden is in his hometown; it’s his backyard. And for many artists, Madison Square Garden represents the high bar of a goal of which dreams are made. It is a venue known around the world. Performing there places one in a very rarified club.

Now entering my third year as a member of Artists Without Walls, I’ve seen a number of artists that could be playing at Madison Square Garden. For those artists, having seen them perform at an AWoW monthly showcase, the stretch to MSG is not a long one from my outside perspective. But for the artists, it may well appear differently. For them, it is a matter of choosing the path of the heart, and making the sacrifices, often far more than most people could bear, in reaching that stage.

The Piano Man, Billy Joel

Billy Joel made sacrifices. He was busy performing and didn’t actually graduate from high school until…1992. Was it worth it? In terms of wealth and fame, no doubt it was for him. But he has also long suffered from clinical depression, including after September 11, 2001. And yet he continued. He wants to perform. He wants to play until people stop showing up.

What determines what is “worth it” is the soul of the artist in many cases. Some are lucky financially. Sometimes the sacrifice is simply too much, when living indoors and having regular meals must be chosen over someday dreams of 21,000 people at MSG cheering you on.

Billy Joel at Madison Square Garden.

Many years ago when I played in a rock band at the tail end of the disco era, we used to joke that dinner for musicians meant going into a diner, ordering a bowl of hot water and grabbing the ketchup bottle on the table. For too many artists today, that probably isn’t far from the truth.

During the concert Billy at times would stop and ask, “Do you want hear this song?…hitting a few keys…or this song?…hitting different keys — but both songs iconic for millions of people encompassing generations.

Billy Joel at Madison Square Garden

He spoke of his songs and albums. At one point, he mentioned an album from the mid-70s and asked the crowd if anyone had it — and quickly followed up with, “Don’t worry. It wasn’t one of my best. I don’t even have that album.”

In the end he played for two and a half hours. There were songs that he likely felt he had no choice but to play — the audience was surely expecting them. But he also mixed it up with some Stones and Led Zeppelin. He has long been a Led Zep fan. 

There are any number of artists with AWoW who either have or will someday play on that stage or one equal in stature. There are any number of artists who will perform at the Richard Rogers Theatre on Broadway or in front of movie or television cameras, who may one day change lives while playing at the Rockwood Music Hall or Cafe Vivaldi.

Billy Joel. Mitch Traphagen Photo

There is a reason Billy Joel is performing monthly shows at MSG and it probably doesn’t have much to do with money. There is something else; there is pure, driving passion and there is an “it” factor. Artists Without Walls’ cofounder Charles R. Hale understands it; he is himself an artist, after all. And thus there is a reason such talent takes the stage at the Cell every month for the AWoW showcases. There is a reason such talent exists at all. 

From Billy Joel to the many artists with AWoW, from MSG to the Cell, walls don’t matter. The words, the music, the talent…it is in the souls of the artists. 

Artists Without Walls Presents: A Night At The Cell

Charles R. Hale and Niamh Hyland, co-founders of Artists Without Walls.

By Mitch Traphagen

She was the first person I met at my first first Artists Without Walls Showcase at the Cell Theatre. As I made my way to a seat next to her, she just said, “Hi, I’m Deni!” I knew there was something special about her…she appeared to be a bright ray of light with red hair. We talked about music for a few minutes. It wasn’t until later, when I Googled her name, I found out how she could have introduced herself. She could have said, “I once played for the President and First Lady at the White House.” She could have said, “I’m actually kind of famous and have CDs out.” She could have said a lot of things but she didn’t. And Deni Bonet was my introduction to AWoW… It turns out that she wasn’t alone in her grace, modesty and extraordinary talent. There aren’t many like her but there are a few. And they often appear at the Cell…

The chatter isn’t quiet but it isn’t loud; it has a feel-good quality to it. It feels like home. Even for those stepping into the theater for the first time, there are no strangers here. There are no hurdles to conversation, whether in getting a glass of wine or a bottle of water or just joining on any number of loose groups of people talking. Many times the artists are among them.

It is the last Tuesday of the month. And at the Cell Theatre in Chelsea it is the night for the Artists Without Walls Showcase. It is a showcase of incredible people and amazing talent.

Niamh Hyland is a wunderkind with sparkling eyes and a warm heart who could have been an attorney, a business executive, a show host, a Ted Talk vet, or a singer with a voice running an incredible spectrum. Actually she already is all of that. And despite all she is and has accomplished, she still has her dreams; and she works hard to help others achieve their dreams. Niamh is a young woman with an old soul, because seemingly only that could explain her insight and wisdom.

Charles R. Hale, a man of culture and taste who puts on no airs while tracing his roots to the tenements of Lower Manhattan. He, too, could have been anything, and he certainly was something of importance, and in the end he chose the arts, creating an organization to elevate and promote artists; and to continue searching his past, unearthing the lessons his forebears learned. The lessons are often still applicable to all of us today. He has shown that even trailblazers are often able to benefit from a path cleared a century or so ago.

AWoW Member and Sony recording artist Deni Bonet

AWoW is a brainchild from Charles. That may sound like a funny word but is is apt. He is much like a father to the members. He is proud of the successes and worries about their hurdles and, despite having an incredibly busy life, he is tireless in promoting the artists and their events.

Charles R. Hale and Niamh Hyland are the co-founders of Artists Without Walls.

When he’s not somewhere else in the world applying his talent and art to sound production, Emmy Award winner Paul Bevan is comfortably behind the mixing board, adjusting and tweaking the sound to optimize each performance. He makes it look easy but it’s not. A typical showcase could include everything from an author reading from a newly released book, to actors performing a vignette of an emotional play, to an amazing, emerging rock band. He probably isn’t working with the high level of equipment he is accustomed to but he makes no complaint. Paul’s heart and soul is in the sound and equipment matters less in his hands.

Miho Hazama at the grand piano in the Cell Theatre, while also conducting artists performing a symphony she composed.

And then the lights dim and the comfortable, not quiet, but not loud, din abates to silence. The show is about to begin.

The Cell Theatre in Chelsea is a special place. In the heart of Manhattan, the center of the known universe, it is the usual home of the monthly Artists Without Walls showcases.

Charles and Niamh are on center stage to introduce the first artist. Charles provides some background, someone amazing is about to take the stage. Niamh squints to see past the stage lights into the crowd…and then she smiles.

And the show, which is better than any show in the past and will only be topped by the next, begins…

Whether an artist or someone who loves the arts, we would welcome you to join Artists Without Walls. Just click on the “Become a Member” link. We’re looking forward to seeing you at the Cell!

Artists Without Walls co-founder Charles R. Hale chatting with artists and guests at a recent Showcase at the Cell.
Renowned musician (and photographer) Dina Regine performs with Mark Plati on guitar and Noah Hoffeld on cello at an AWoW Showcase.

 

CHARLES R. HALE TRACES HIS GREAT GRANDMOTHER’S FOOTSTEPS

By Charles R. Hale

I’ve often wondered what it must be like to live one’s entire life in a small town, surrounded by the same sights and sounds, day after day. And now I realize that my ancestors, living in the crowded and congested tenements of lower Manhattan, shared a parallel existence with those who have done that. “A bell for birth, a bell for marriage, a bell for death.” I had never considered the universality of their experience.

Click here for the article about my great grandmother, Margaret Horrigan, as it recently appeared in Irish Central.  

Charles R. Hale