Brave New World Repertory Theatre : Crossing Brooklyn Ferry / Jenny Scheinman

The dynamic Brooklyn-based company follows last summer's Bandshell production of "The Great White Hope" with an adaptation of Walt Whitman's love song to the borough "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry" that fuses poetry, projections, music, rap, and dance. Commissioned by Celebrate Brooklyn. Violinist/composer JENNY SCHEINMAN "has the street musician's trick of getting attention with the pure power of a single, perfect note." (NY Times) Her latest album, 12 Songs, includes the Whitman-inspired "Song of the Open Road." --Celebrate Brooklyn

Last night we took the girls to see this show at the Prospect Park Bandshell . Amelia's imaginative play class, Dreama, was taught by Claire Beckman, who conceived, adapted and directed Crossing Brooklyn Ferry , and her daughter (whom Amelia adores) was an actor in the show.

When we take the kids to things like this, I will confess I have moments in which I regret not getting a babysitter, moments where I think I will go mad from worry about how distracting or noisy my children are being (remember, Lucy is still randomly screaming). But then Amelia becomes entranced by an amazing violinist and asks Justin if he will help her build a violin when we get home. Then the stage lights up with screen images, dancers, poets, rappers, singers, all uniting in a love song to this place we call home. All uniting to stir peace and unity in our hearts, to show us that the best of art, like the work of Walt Whitman, is timeless. That even though it seems that all the world has changed, in another sense what it is to be human hasn't changed a bit. And I am dazzled by the magic that my daughter is watching it unfold--the world debut of this show--yards from where she sits.

We walked home along Prospect Park in the dark heat, with old-fashioned-shaped street lamps lighting our way. Before we turned toward home, we saw Grand Army Plaza lit up on every side with purple-blue lights. We could be in Paris right now, you know? I ask Justin. He thinks a minute, knowing I'm talking about more than the arch, and nods.