Still Relevant

June 21st, 2011

Save Richmond is no longer a regularly-updated, functioning blog. But the problems that were discussed here for more than six years are still relevant and pressing, and the gripes expressed are as valid as ever: Yes, Richmond’s political and business leaders talk a good game when it comes to supporting and acknowledging the city’s creative community — but I think you’ll agree that actions speak much louder than words.

So feel free to peruse the Save Richmond archives and to consider and use the plethora of information contained on these pages to keep fighting the good fight.

Thanks!!

Bowing to the Highest Bidder

August 18th, 2009

Supermarket News is reporting that Harris Teeter has been outbid by a private equity firm in its quest to acquire Ukrops Supermarkets. This is an interesting development, as Harris Teeter seemed a natural fit to take over the now struggling, family-run grocer.

Additionally, private equity firms are not generally known for having a gentle touch, which would add additional uncertainty for Ukrop’s employees and their communities.

Harris Teeter, the un-named private equity firm, and other stakeholders should also consider contacting the Office of Thrift Supervision to see why Q2 financial information on Ukrops’ Supermarkets was withheld from First Market Bank’s recent federal filing. Ukrops, as a holding company for First Market Bank, is required to disclose financial metrics such as earnings and debt load in quarterly filings with its banking regulator. The Q1 filing showed that Ukrops was barely profitable and operating under a staggering debt load of nearly $100 million.

More on this as it develops.

Exit Stage Right

August 16th, 2009

nudeonbike2
Previously unpublished photograph of the original SAVE RICHMOND staff. From left to right: Andrew Beaujon, “Eagle Eyes” and Don Harrison. Not pictured and probably hiding: Ewa Beaujon.

Don here. I sat down to write a teary-eyed goodbye and to say how much I’m going to miss everybody and how it was the end of an era and that times are changing and the cow jumped over the moon… blah blah blah.

And then I realized that I’m not really going anywhere.

At any rate, it’s all true. Your humble narrator has accepted a position at Style Weekly — I’m the new Arts and Culture Editor. But it’s not all a kick and a gas. I have to give up posting here at Save Richmond.

That doesn’t mean SR is going away. This web address will live on. “Eagle Eyes” will continue to post here, and bring you his tenaciously-researched overview of Metro Richmond. Yes, he is a skeleton in a top hat (see photo above) but don’t let that shake you.

And, obviously, I’m not going to go away either. I have to assume that, if you read Save Richmond, you also read Style Weekly. If not, get thee to a big newsbox adorned with an S immediately! Or click on this spot right here. Save Richmond has been linking to Style’s excellent arts and news coverage, and discussing their reporting, for years. Now I get to work with these talented people. How cool is that?

A couple of weeks ago, when we celebrated our sixth anniversary, I explained that Save Richmond didn’t start out as a blog. And it would never have been one without the seminal snark of Andrew Beaujon and the early support of his wife Ewa Beaujon. Save Richmond has also been enhanced by the savvy financial forensics work of “Eagle Eyes” — that kid’s a keeper. Basically, all I’ve been trying to do here is to keep up with those folks.

Damn. Now I’m getting teary eyed.

(But I’m cheered by the news that I’m getting my Christmas present early this year. That’s a hint, by the way.)

Thanks everyone. See you at Style.

The Answers From CenterStage

August 12th, 2009

Don here. When Eagle Eyes and I submitted our “Twenty Questions” to CenterStage earlier in the summer, I thought we were being very easy on them.

We didn’t ask about an artists endowment — there isn’t one — or the rumors that ticket sales for the CenterStage grand opening weekend have been slow. And we didn’t ask why there is so little of substance announced on the initial event schedule (BTW: Bringing in The Oak Ridge Boys is actually a good idea. In the context of a full and diverse schedule of events, that is. So where’s the rest? Or is this it?)

We didn’t ask about the parking situation, although there seems to be some problems there too. And we didn’t press too hard on how the Foundation intends to respect the history (ahem!) of the historic Richmond theatres they’ve been handed the keys to, and given considerable public subsidy to oversee and to safeguard. Perhaps, in light of recent events, we should have.

[Incidentally, it's always worth reminding people that this project is, was and will be funded by public tax dollars. So anyone who tries to tell you that CenterStage, or RPAC, or VAPAF — whatever you want to call them — should be able to do with its "history" what it wants — like a private company reworking a new sales brochure — has an awfully broad and somewhat shitty view of both history and what it means to be a leader in the public trust.]

No, we didn’t press Jeff and Jay at Capital Results PR (who officially handled our inquiries about the project — thanks guys!) about such things as the lack of an artistic director — we assumed there would be one. After all, wasn’t there a guy named Joel Katz? And didn’t he run the Carpenter Center successfully for ten years with very little city subsidy? He was fired for truth-telling too.

Why does having an artistic director — a “vision” — matter? Let’s take a look at a reputable arts venue named CenterStage — Baltimore’s CenterStage — which does not take city tax dollars and is overseen by a staff that includes a seasoned artistic director. If you want a good example closer to home, take a look at the diverse international arts programs that the director of The American Theatre in Hampton, Michael Curry, brings to Tidewater each season in a former second-run movie house (click here for the 2009-10 schedule).

Gee, let’s get even closer than that. Think of Kathy Panoff and what she accomplished in building UR’s Modlin Center.

Make no mistake, folks. This stuff matters. You can’t pass your programming and your artistic direction off to a hockey arena promoter (in this case, SMG) and expect to have a “world class performing arts center.” It just doesn’t compute.

Anyway, we promised the boys at Capital Results that we would print their official answers “as is” with a very minimum of linking and editorializing. But forgive us for pointing out facts when the answers fail to do so, and please allow us the opportunity to tell you why some of these questions might just be a wee bit important, and especially to those people who say they support this thing and want it to work.

There was also one “followup” question that we are still a little unclear about.

But you’ll read all about it… as you wade through…

[Cue trumpets, or "Elvira" — your pick]

The Answers From CenterStage.

And for those of you coming in late to the CenterStage / Virginia Performing Arts Center story, feel free to plunder our archives. And start asking your own questions. After all, you are paying for this particular “serious fun,” whether you like it or not.

Can’t Rewrite History

August 8th, 2009

thank-you

Hilarious article by Will Jones in today’s RTD covering the feud between the Centerstage Foundation and the journalist it hired to write the project’s definitive history. It seems seeing the truth in the printed word was too much for Foundation officials.


The tale of Richmond CenterStage, from its origin as Loew’s Theatre to Richmond’s “most significant — and costliest — arts initiative,” will not be told by the writer originally commissioned for the project.

The CenterStage Foundation killed plans to publish “Richmond CenterStage: A Dream Fulfilled” after author Roy Proctor refused to do additional research and to rewrite his draft to downplay controversies over the $73.5 million project.

“I could not possibly have adhered to those things because I would have been falsifying history on a monumental scale,” said Proctor, who retired in 2004 as an arts writer and critic for the Richmond Times-Dispatch.

The Foundation’s if you can’t make it happen, make it up attitude is summed up by board member Sue Fitz-Hugh who helpfully admits, “We didn’t hire him as a journalist…We hired him as an author.” Perhaps Nick Naylor is available.

You should read the final comments by Proctor twice, because they cut to the heart of this project’s history. How going about things the wrong way can poison what may have started out as a noble effort. Critics of CenterStage are not against the arts or kids or old people or sunshine, but rather how the Foundation’s leadership have comported themselves and wasted public money.


“If you had told me last summer that I had to write a book according to those rules, I would have rejected the commission out of hand,” Proctor responded in an e-mail to Erin Rodman, marketing manager for the CenterStage Foundation. Proctor provided copies of his book draft and e-mail exchanges with the foundation to The Times-Dispatch upon request.

Proctor said he supports CenterStage, and his introduction to the book said it’s a story about “renewed life.”

Other items soon to induce coffee spillage on at least one of the 400 RTDs delivered each morning to 110 Virginia Street (somebody has to keep Media General in business, ya know)…Q2 financial information on First Market Bank and Ukrops Supermarkets from the FDIC.

Photo credit: Fox Searchlight Films
Posted by EE

Go Pete Go!

August 7th, 2009

Pete Humes, over at Richmond Magazine’s Pop Culture Rodeo blog, has a confession to make:

This might be dangerous, but I’m going to do it anyway.

It’s not really a rant, because I’m not that angry. I wouldn’t call it a commentary, because my position isn’t very well defined. And you won’t be finding any deep background research, because it’s late and I’m lazy.

But I’ve got some things in my brain that need to get out. Either I write them down or I keep chewing them into nothing. There is no other option because my wife gets sick of hearing me talk sometimes. So you, the unfortunate few, will feel my lukewarm wrath.

My beef is with downtown. Specifically this Michael Bay-sized arts complex set to open in September. I don’t get it. I never have and I’m not sure that I ever will. To be honest, it seems silly and a bit over the top. I know that sounds blasphemous and shallow, and there are a hundred different people with a hundred different reasons who would be happy to tell me why I should feel otherwise … but that’s just how I feel.

And if Oprah taught me anything, it’s that feelings count for something.

Let’s forget for a moment where the money is coming from, who promised what and how many arts committees it takes to screw in a light bulb. That’s all crazy city politics. And I’m dumb, but I’m not dumb enough to pretend I know the first thing about city politics. There are people much smarter than me who aren’t afraid to read long documents and make phone calls who can sort that kind of stuff out. Me, I’m just the guy who wants to make fart noises in a crowded elevator.

I think CenterStage is a bad idea.

Read the rest by clicking right here.

These are the money grafs:

Downtown doesn’t need high culture. Downtown needs more low culture. We need bowling alleys and blues bars and rooftop paintball. We need coffee shops and video arcades and miniature golf.

If you find me a working time machine, I promise I’ll go back in time and steal the money raised for CenterStage and spend it on go-kart tracks and outer-space theme bars. Seriously. I wish I was kidding about this, but I just created the downtown of my dreams … without even really thinking about it. How can dozens of people meet for years and raise millions and come up with just another giant building that 98 percent of Richmond will never enter?

Virginia Rocks!

July 28th, 2009

elvisrtd020556

Elvis Presley takes Richmond’s “folk music addicts” by storm in 1956.

Don here. If there’s one thing we haven’t indulged in at Save Richmond, it is a lot of shameless self-promotion. So you haven’t heard a great deal on these pages about my travails as a paid writer and journalist, working on subjects ranging from the 1907 Jamestown Exposition to the state of America’s coastlines to a history of Virginia’s drive-ins to a profile of R&B legend Swamp Dogg (to name a few). It would be a tough shoehorn to fit any of those topics — save Swamp Dogg. More on him later — onto the pages of Save Richmond. Agreed?

Plus: In my paid work, I normally work in something called print. You youngsters don’t know anything about that. But it’s tough to link to a print magazine lying in a doctor’s office. (OK, OK, I did have to bite my lip when my Virginia Living interview with Dr. Ralph Stanley hit the stands. Ralph has played Richmond many times, after all — surely he is relevant to discussions about downtown redevelopment)

But this time I have to make a big exception. I have to point at myself and whoop it up and do a paradiddle. I’ve got to get real gone for a change.

It seems word is spreading about the Virginia Rocks! 2-CD set and museum exhibit that I helped to research and put together along with the Blue Ridge Institute and Museum at Ferrum College. The project took nearly two years and was partially funded by a grant from the Virginia Foundation For the Humanities. I, along with my fellow rockabilliologist Brent Hosier, wrote the 72-page essay of liner notes enclosed with the CD box set, and Grammy-winning sound specialist Chris King mastered the discs.

The box set was released on July 14th. And the museum exhibit is up and hooting now at the Blue Ridge Institute in Ferrum, which is near Roanoke. Get directions here.

Writing about the project, David Maurer at the Charlottesville Daily Progress flat gits it in a recent feature article”:

In the early 1950s the pounding, driving wheels of a new kind of music came highballing up out of the South like a past-due locomotive.

Called rock ’n’ roll, it had the transformative power to alter one’s musical sensibilities with a single song. But rock had an older twin with a flipped-up-collar attitude and a good-natured sneer.

This first-born rebel was called rockabilly. Its blistering, slap-back beat set primal nerve endings aquiver that most teenagers hadn’t known they possessed.

No one did more to teach and spread rockabilly throughout the land than the “Hillbilly Cat” himself, Elvis Presley. Other superstars of the genre include Carl Perkins, Buddy Holly, Roy Orbison, Jerry Lee Lewis and Virginia’s own Gene Vincent.

Orbiting this galaxy of rock’s founding fathers was a phalanx of talented singers and musicians. These satellite artists provided live music at local sock hops and maybe cut a record or two, but never ascended onto the national stage.

Rambunctious rockabilly never died per se, but by the early 1960s, when the Beatles started taking rock to another sphere, its golden era had passed. Most of the Virginia artists whose early rockabilly recordings epitomized the raw exuberance of the music slipped into obscurity.

Brent Baldwin picks it up from there in today’s Style Weekly:

Everybody’s heard that absurdly catchy “Woo-Hoo” song from Quentin Tarantino’s “Kill Bill,” later made more popular through a national TV campaign for Vonage broadband. But did you know the original 1959 song came from an Oregon Hill-based group, the Rock-A-Teens, featuring longtime local ad man Jess Duboy?

If you did, another “woo hoo” for you.

Thanks to a double CD set, released just last week, “Virginia Rocks! The History of Rockabilly in the Commonwealth” (on British label, JSP Records) — unsung local rockabilly acts such as the Rock-A-Teens are finally getting their due. The collection, part of a larger exhibit from the Blue Ridge Institute and Museum at Ferrum College in Southwest Virginia, features the likes of “female Elvis” Janis Martin, Roy Clark, Patsy Cline, Link Wray, Wayne Newton and Norfolk legend Gene Vincent — hero to future rock gods John Lennon, Bob Dylan and Jim Morrison.

There have been other swell feature writeups here and here, and some nice early reviews here and here. If you can’t find it locally (always support your local record store FIRST), you can order the box set here on Amazon.

The idea to document Virginia’s early rock ‘n’ roll had been in the works for a long time, and this whole project was really the brainchild of Roddy Moore, the Blue Ridge Institute’s tireless director. He can well remember the local teen dances and sock hop shows of the late ’50’s — he was there.

Seven years ago, Moore convened a “Rockabilly Roundtable” to meet at Ferrum and discuss the possibility of getting something like an “Early Rock in Virginia” project off the ground. [Now that should be something that Richmond can really appreciate: a Rockabilly Board of Directors.] Convened were record collectors, writers, folklorists, geneologists and archivists — exactly the kind of people you’d want to advise on a project like this.

After its initial run at Ferrum College, the Virginia rockabilly exhibit will travel across the state to various museums and cultural institutions over the next few years. A warning to readers— I’ll be updating the progress of the project, and the box set, from time to time on these pages. Because, sometimes, a little shameless self-promotion (like loud rockabilly) is good for the soul.

To see photos of the Virginia Rocks exhibit, log onto the Blue Ridge Institute’s Facebook Page. And here’s the official press release.

Gene Vincent’s biographer Sue Van Hecke served on the “Rockabilly Roundtable.” You can check out her excellent blog here and find out more about the book she just co-wrote with Norfolk rocker Dean Kohler.

For more on Brent Hosier and his excellent Arcania International label — unearthing lost R&B, soul and rock from Virginia’s complicated past — click here.

For more on Elvis in Richmond, check out the great photos and period newspaper ads featured on the Scotty Moore website. And if you are one of those old-timers who still knows what print is, click here to buy the back issue of a magazine that features a piece about Elvis Presley’s Virginia connections, written by yours truly.

And for a taste of what you’ll get if you check out Virginia Rocks!, get an earful of the original version of “Woo Hoo” by the Richmond-based Rock-A-Teens via this inspired fan video:

The Rock-A-Teens - Woo Hoo (1959)

It All Comes Down To This

July 27th, 2009

July 13, 2009 - Jewell supports what the Attorney from Echo Harbor Said from Silver Persinger on Vimeo.

“The people are ready, the leaders are not.” James Crupi

Richmond City Council is slated to vote — no, has to vote (by state mandate) — on a final amendment to the Downtown Master Plan tonight in City Council chambers.

Pre-game coverage starts at 6PM on WCVE, sponsored by Harris-Teeter. Looks like it’s going to be another bruiser… wait, have we been here before?

Yep, once again City Council wants to emasculate “The People’s Plan.” What started as the most inclusive and forward-thinking public document that Richmond has ever produced could be gutted at the very last minute by an amendment that basically favors development over protecting green space — hardly a plank of the document.

To see “highlights” of the last council session, and see YOUR council in all its glory, click onto Silver Persinger’s excellent Richmond City Council Reporter blog for web video. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll inevitably ask, “That’s a city councilperson?”

If you are coming in late — very late — to the story, check out John Sarvay’s excellent coverage of the Downtown Master Plan — from optimistic start to (now) woeful finish.

If you think you understand the politics and the process behind Richmond’s DMP, go ahead and take Save Richmond’s E-Z 2 Love the Downtown Plan quiz. And then, because this is Richmond’s Downtown Plan, you can amuse yourself with Save Richmond’s amendment to that quiz.

In a nutshell, this is all about Echo Harbour. And whether or not one deep-pocketed developer should decide what a key and historic view of the James River looks like. But it’s also a story about vision, or lack of it. And, unfortunately, it’s also a story about conflict-of-interest and blatant patronage politics. It’s a Richmond story.

But here’s the thing to warm your cockles — the tale is peopled with folks who have been telling the city, again and again, at charettes and public hearings, at committee meetings and mayor’s forums, exactly they want. Unfortunately, this city council and mayor continue to shuffle their feet, mumble some platitudes and take another call.

People wonder why we’re not more optimistic about city leadership at Save Richmond. I give you Exhibit A: The fate of our Downtown Master Plan.

The final days of this document are a textbook example of how communities can lose their nerve, and how they can give away their most valuable assets, hastening their obsolescence. This car crash finale is also a signal to citizens about what future inclusive documents can expect from the “process.” Already compromised all to Hell, and pushed to the very last minute by indecisiveness, one of the DMP’s central tenets may just be cast aside tonight.

Business as usual.

And, to paraphrase Yoda, “That is why we fail.”

CAPS Blue Ribbon

July 26th, 2009

We’ve been blasting CAPS — forgive the pun — a lot in the last few months. But the city’s “code enforcement squad” also does good, no make that great, work that shouldn’t go unnoticed.

From a recent city news release:

Code Enforcement Wins Case Against Blight

A judge found one of the city’s largest vacant property and blighted property-owners guilty on 16 violations on Thursday, July 16. The City’s Code Enforcement squad has worked diligently in concert with the City Attorney’s Office and the Police Department on this case.
 
Here is an excerpt from the Times-Dispatch article:
“Richmond General District Judge David Eugene Cheek Sr. found Oliver Lawrence guilty and told him to correct those violations that pose safety hazards by Aug. 14, the day Lawrence is to be sentenced.
 
City officials said yesterday’s convictions stemmed in part from three properties in downtown Richmond that are so damaged that one business owner calls the area “Little Baghdad.”
 
Before yesterday, Lawrence already had been convicted of at least 152 misdemeanor property violations, fined $357,050 and sentenced to 270 days in jail, all suspended. Those charges stem from problems at more than 30 properties owned by Lawrence.
 
Code Enforcement Division also served Lawrence with 152 “show cause” documents because they contend he has not met those conditions… that hearing is scheduled for Aug. 20.

Make no mistake — Richmond’s Community Assisted Public Safety program may have come down with a serious case of “mission creep” of late, but this is the kind of stuff that really helps our city: Holding vacant landlords accountable.

Good on them.

Not On Our Block

July 24th, 2009

Bill Goodwin and “Booty” Armstrong to award-winning VCU School of the Arts:

Take your modernistic science fiction nuclear arts reactor somewhere else!

Amy Biegelsen reports in the latest Style that the original site for the school’s new art gallery was nixed recently by Goodwin and Armstrong, who just so happen to own the swanky historic Jefferson Hotel across the street from where the new VCU facility was to be built.

I guess that Bill and “Booty” can well remember the example set by the three little pigs. They’d prefer something made out of brick, thanks.

Biegelsen reports:

Originally planned for a parcel across the street from the Jefferson Hotel next to the new Brandcenter headquarters, architects are redesigning for a location at the southwest corner of Broad and Belvidere streets.

“Somebody in my office likened [the design] to a nuclear plant,” says Beverley W. “Booty” Armstrong, part-owner of the Jefferson. He and William H. Goodwin Jr. own the hotel and have donated land in the immediate neighborhood to the school, including the locations where the new engineering, business and advertising buildings are, and where the gallery would have been.

Armstrong can appreciate the design — just not at that address. As a condition of the land donations, Armstrong and Goodwin reserved the right to review the architecture of the buildings that went up there.

First of all, let’s stand and applaud Armstrong and Goodwin for donating the land to VCU in the first place. But this doesn’t seem to be what they had in mind. Modernist design akin to George Clinton’s Mothership… an edgy New York architect… an arts complex run by a nationally-ranked educational program that will have actual arts educators and administrators in charge … Yeah. I can see where something like this moving in across the street would spook a coupla old-school Republican business dudes like Goodwin and Armstrong. Might be homosexuals involved too — perhaps even NEA-funded pornography and lefty political statements. Not on our block, artsy-fartsy types.

At the very least, this episode gives us some insight into the artistic sensibilities of the business community’s self-appointed gatekeepers of the arts.

Art is just fine… in its place.

[Geez... more stories like this and I'll start to believe that this city is a censorious backwater run by tight-assed fuddys who hate modern art or something.]

No, this is really only news because Mr. Goodwin and Mr. Armstrong have been two of the main backers of a performing arts center a couple blocks away from the area in question. Since this arts center (CenterStage a.k.a “The Boondoggle”) will have no artistic director to guide its mission, one can only assume that board members and big donors like Bill and “Booty” will have a big say on what happens on stage there. If so, I’m sure that we can expect a lot of, er, challenging work in the years to come.

To my mind, this is a huge opportunity lost. Just imagine... a distinguished downtown neighborhood that visually reflects both the Richmond of the past and the Richmond of the future — our complex history on one side, the mysteries of the modern world on the other. What a signal this pairing could have sent to visitors and city residents alike. It would have shown that we can actually hold two different thoughts in our heads at the same time — on a single city block — and not be confused, frightened or intimidated.

This is Richmond, of course. Screw that noise.

But, beyond a lack of vision and inclusion, what is really happening here? I can’t help but wonder if there might be another reason why these two wily lords of commerce would rather have a new state-of-the-art VCU School of the Arts building somewhere other than near their designated snatch of downtown; after all, this distinctive facility would have been near certain publicly-funded arts venues that they control. Now it has been pushed closer to the Fan.

Hmmm… I’m thinking, I’m thinking.

Back to Style [emphasis mine]:

The current design envisions 8,000 to 9,000 square feet of space for visiting exhibits and shows from the gallery’s permanent collection and a 200-seat auditorium designed to handle things as varied as film festivals, chamber music concerts, and dance and theater performances.

Oh. Wait.

Save Richmond: Six Years Later

July 19th, 2009

Save Richmond didn’t start out as a blog. No, this web address was originally snagged so that its founders could circulate an “Open Letter” that asked for Richmond’s leaders to reconsider the city’s toxic relationship with its creative community.

That happened almost exactly six years ago. But it might as well have been six days ago.

Among the things we asked for in the letter:

- A reduction in the city’s admissions tax.

- No hike in the city’s meals tax.

- Assurance that an independent feasibility study would be commissioned of a proposed downtown arts center… and that oversight of this facility would be governed by proven local arts administrators, including representatives from the city’s grassroots arts scene.

- Increased support for the city’s grassroots arts scene, including First Fridays, with less resources spent on publicly-funded downtown rehab projects.

- An end to restrictive ordinances and restrictions that served as financial and regulatory drains on nightclub and restaurant owners.

An editorial that I wrote for Style Weekly further explained the absurdity of the city’s stance towards its “creative class,” emphasizing the then-recent eviction of artists from the Shockoe Bottom Arts Center (these Richmond artists eventually found a home in Petersburg, which offered them sanctuary — our own town fathers did nothing to keep them here).

Other issues such as tolerance, inclusion and accountability were also addressed in Save Richmond’s “Open Letter.” And hundreds of people ended up signing it — from well-known musicians to respected visual artists, from soccer moms to advertising execs, all of them fed up with the city’s clueless and often thoughtless dealings when it came to Richmond’s burgeoning creative community.

While our message got some play in the local press, the letter and its contents were completely ignored by city movers and shakers — we might as well have been pissing in the wind.

In response to those who thought we were being too negative in our assessment of the situation, we gathered up much of what our signees had to say, noted what other communities were doing, and fashioned a general policy paper of arts-based solutions in late 2003 based on the problems outlined in the Open Letter. It was called “Boats Against the Current.”

Around the same time, Church Hill artist Lisa Taranto began lobbying then-councilman Bill Pantele to hold a series of meetings that included city planners and representatives from the arts and music scene, from gallery owners to rock drummers to sculptors. The objective was to brainstorm solutions to many of the arts-based issues Save Richmond (and others) had been writing about. Alas, despite a well-rounded plan of action, nothing ever happened with any of these proposals, devised charrette-style by a diverse crossection of Richmond’s indigenous arts community. Bill Pantele soon turned his attention to other urgent artistic endeavors — like funding a censorious war on fun through “the Party Patrol.”

I often stop to think where we might be if the city had listened back in 2003.

Six years and two mayors later, these same issues — from draconian city codes to high taxes to conservative censorship — are still with us. Many of them have reached a boiling point.

The Admissions tax remains, but…

As Terry Rea reports at SlantBlog, there is finally some movement on an ordinance that would abolish or severely lower the city’s crippling admissions tax. But it may come too late for some. At this writing, this tax may be directly responsible for the closing of one of Richmond’s true arts success stories, Gallery5. Read more about that here.

The city’s meals tax rate remains one of the highest in the region.

This, despite assurances from City Council in 2003 that the rise in the meals tax would be a “temporary” hike. The money from this regressive tax — which disproporately affects low-to-middle income people — went to fund a performing arts foundation that used the money to fund a multi-million dollar hole in the ground. A city auditor later determined that city council basically wrote the private foundation a blank check, and did not adequately define how it could spend the people’s money.

The performing arts center has still not been independently studied or treated to a single officially-sponsored public meeting.

Contrast this with the reams of paper and face time allotted to the recent Shockoe Stadium proposal and ask yourself why. Worse, the arts foundation has cited statistics and projections for their project that they can’t provide proof for — and that supportive city politicians have never adequately explained to their constituents.

Local arts voices are still shut out… along with the larger community.

Aside from those 2003 meetings initiated by Lisa Taranto, there has still yet to be a single official public meeting that invites artists, taxpayers and city officials to discuss arts-based problems and issues, including what kind of an arts center we want to have built with our tax money. Instead, we’ve been treated to a few “limited seating,” “exclusive,” “invitation-only” discussions that normally bring together the same old voices spouting the same old meaningless platitudes. This is not how you have a community dialog, this is how you throw a Tupperware party.

Six years ago, the Carpenter Center had a director (Joel Katz) with arts administration experience. He was eventually fired for disagreeing with the arts foundation. His real crime was in reaching out to groups like Save Richmond. Six years ago, under his management, the Carpenter required no public subsidy. Today, the planned Carpenter Theatre (CenterStage) will have no artistic director, will have very minimal representation from area arts authorities, will delegate programming to an out-of-town entity, and will cost taxpayers up to $500,000 a year.

So, in short, the future of Richmond’s performing arts scene will consist of theatres operated by people who have no experience in the field of the performing arts, and managed by a firm (SMG) that has been accused in the past of over-charging the city and gaining sweetheart city contracts over more capable competitors; a company that mainly manages hockey arenas and convention centers, not performing arts facilities.

Contrast this with another CenterStage — Baltimore’s premier performing arts center. It not only has an experienced artistic director guiding its creative mission, it requires no funding at all from the city of Baltimore. Baltimore’s arts patrons also didn’t need to hire an expensive consultant to steal someone else’s name.

No support for what works — grassroots arts and culture

After decades of failed “build it and they will come” projects — dependent on public financing and pushed by county dwellers in the metro business community — downtown is in the process of revitalizing itself. For that, you can largely thank the city’s grassroots arts and music scene.

But, despite this success, the city and its satellite business consortiums continue to do little or nothing for Curated Culture’s “First Fridays” — which has now been forced to close its downtown office because of a lack of money. Ah, but you’ll notice that these same folks have no problem touting the success of this monthly artwalk and the city’s resulting downtown renaissance on the city website and in promotional materials. What’s wrong with this picture?

Our city’s war on nightlife has, if anything, intensified.

New burdensome fees for nightclubs, midnight curfews and suspicious feuds with “undesirable” venue owners are why Richmond has earned the monicker, “The City That Fun Forgot.”

The recent busts by the city’s Community Assisted Public Safety (CAPS) program comprise yet another chapter in Richmond’s unfair targeting of music and cultural attractions. See the aggregated coverage of that here.

But all you really need to know about the bureaucratic arrogance of CAPS and its overseers can be found in this highly revealing Style Weekly report of a July 9 CAPS community meeting at the Visual Arts Center. An excerpt:

The Visual Arts Center of Richmond on Main Street seemed an ideal neutral setting for a meeting between Richmond’s arts community and the city’s Community Assisted Public Safety program.

The pristine, nonprofit facility was newly renovated with modern, brushed-metal interior architecture. It’s a friendly place for local gallery owners, and had passed its recent city construction and occupancy inspections with flying colors.

So it was no surprise to see the shudder that went through the meeting’s organizer, Curated Culture director Christina Newton, when one of the city officials in attendance stood up to call attention to a lack of marked exits in the second-floor conference room where the July 9 meeting was held.

“Tomorrow I’m going to send my inspector over,” said A.R. Abbasi, the city’s acting building commissioner — a half-serious joke that earned uneasy laughs from the already-nervous assembly of about a dozen and a half arts community leaders.

The group was gathered to seek answers about what many people perceive as a crackdown on code enforcement targeting the city’s arts and culture venues, including the Broad Street galleries that make First Fridays happen each month.

The punchline of the article comes from Mayor Dwight Jones:

“We’re going to take a look at it and see what’s going on with CAPS… I’m thinking there are some more serious issues that might [need] our attention.”

No offense, Mr. Mayor, but considering your administration’s decidedly mixed record of supporting the city’s arts and music scene, we won’t be holding our breath.

When we started Save Richmond six years ago, I was confident that town fathers and elected politicans could be reasoned with on the subject of the arts. That all one would need to do is identify the obvious problems, to document the inequalities and to present the evidence to the proper authorities, and our leaders would be only too happy to help the quite visible creative renaissance occurring under their noses. After all, it is only in their best interest. Right?

More than a half-decade later, I’m now disabused of that notion. As the last lap of the Downtown Master Plan process has shown, the powers-that-be in Richmond are utterly disinterested in the will of the people.

And this especially includes the artists and musicians that have made up one of the city’s few genuine success stories in recent years. As SR pointed out in our “Richmond Arts Flashback” series, this is nothing new — Richmond politicians and business community has traditionally shown little but contempt for its artistic community.

Gallery5’s Amanda Robinson is currently soliciting feedback from citizens that she wants to incorporate into her own contemporary “Boats Against the Current” document. She hopes to submit it to city council in the near future. We wish her luck but hope she has a lot of patience and a strong stomach. Go and share your thoughts with her here.

And — surprise, surprise — we are about to be treated to yet another “private” discussion about the arts. This one on Tuesday night at Morton’s Steakhouse. [Side note: With all due respect to the distinguished and noteworthy participants who will be involved in this discussion, having a conversation about the arts in such a conservative bastion is not unlike holding a vegetarian convention at Fuddruckers.]

At what point are we going to realize that we are talking in a vacuum? The problem isn’t that people in the arts and music communities haven’t been making suggestions and acting in good faith to brainstorm answers and offer up compromises and solutions. The problem lies in our leaders, who seem utterly disinterested in listening. All they have to offer up is empty lip service and sick jokes.

It’s pretty obvious that, six years later, our city is as clueless as ever when it comes to the arts. Sadly, for all of the “progress” made, Richmond’s creative community might still just as well be contemplating Petersburg.

Ukrops to Sell Out - You Heard it Here First

July 14th, 2009

As reported at RichmondBizsense, Food World’s Best-Met Publishing and last but most certainly least, the TimesDispatch, Ukrops Supermarkets is officially for sale. From Best-Met:


Now it appears that Richmond’s oldest and most distinguished retail organization, Ukrop’s Super Markets, may be looking to sell its 28 units. Officially, the company wouldn’t address those reports specifically, noting that it doesn’t comment on rumors, but multiple industry sources confirmed to us that a prospectus has been issued detailing vital Ukrop’s store data and seeking interest in a potential sale. Those retailers who have reportedly responded to the prospectus include Supervalu (Ukrop’s principal supplier), Ahold and Harris Teeter (Ruddick Corp.). Several sources believed that Harris Teeter remains the frontrunner and that Supervalu (which currently has many issues on its plate) has dropped out the potential acquisition process.

Readers of our humble site have been aware for several weeks that the sale was in the works. Disclosures in SEC filings for Ukrops Supermarkets’ affililiate First Market Bank, as well as loose lips at Virginia ABC had tipped us off. The question now becomes how much is it worth?

While SaveRichmond has not obtained a copy of the Ukrops prospectus, our general thought is that the grocery operation has little residual value. Information disclosed in the bank’s most recent FDIC filing shows that the supermarket had net profit of only $465,000 in the first quarter of 2009 while crushed with a debt load of about $100 million. Ukrops has so far failed to answer the first challenge in its history from higher end operations like Whole Foods, Trader Joes, Fresh Market and an invigorated Ellwood-Thompson’s. For decades Ukrops had been able to use the political aparatus to withold incentives from competitors and limit their incursion. While this remains the case today in the city, the counties have grown too far too fast to remain captive. And this is where the competition has made the most inroads.

We believe that revenue and net profits going forward will come under increasing pressure from better funded, alchohol-selling, open-on-Sundays rivals. While there may be real estate and other assets of some value, why would anyone pay up for a struggling local grocery chain?

In addition, we believe any supermarket sale could threaten the proposed sale of First Market Bank to Union Bankshares. Many of First Market Banks branches, and a significant amount of its deposits are located in the grocery stores themselves. The financial condition of the bank is deteriorating. Without the Ukrop name and the symbiotic bank/grocery relationship, will the bank’s business remain with Bowling Green-based Union Bankshares?

This could turn into a big, big mess where neither sale goes through.