Though Bethany Thomas’ career path has primarily included theater, it isn’t her only love. She is a shapeshifter who can tackle just about any music genre. | Sarah Larson
Thomas’ self-released debut solo album, “BT/She/Her,” recorded at Chicago’s Sound Vault Studios, offers an even broader portrait of a singer-songwriter who has no intention of sticking to one lane.
Over the past two decades, singer-actor Bethany Thomas has built a reputation as a powerhouse performer in an impressive array of local stage musicals including “Into the Woods,” “The Color Purple,” “Ain’t Misbehavin’,” “Ragtime” and “Porgy and Bess.”
But while this career path has been the Jeff Award winner’s bread and butter, it isn’t her only love. She is a shapeshifter who can tackle just about any genre — rock, alt-country, punk, soul — and, in recent years, add to that songwriter.
“I feel like my circles kind of overlap so much between theater and rock music that I don’t realize that a lot of people who go to live theater aren’t going to some punk show [right after that],” Thomas says laughing.
To remedy that situation, Thomas has been branching out into other projects that have been getting broader notice. In 2017, she released “First,” an EP of original music. That same year she was a member, along with John Szymanski and Tawny Newsome, of Jon Langford’s well-received alt-country/soul project Four Lost Souls, which included a recording session in Muscle Shoals, Alabama, at The NuttHouse Studio, followed by a tour.
Thomas’ self-released debut solo album, “BT/She/Her” (due Aug. 28), recorded at Chicago’s Sound Vault Studios, offers an even broader portrait of a singer-songwriter who has no intention of sticking to one lane. It results in a winning reintroduction to an artist whose talent seems boundless.
The songs — from scorching rock numbers to thoughtful focused ballads — are personal and defiant and filled with surprising arrangements she co-produced with longtime collaborator Packy Lundholm.
Ryan BachBethany Thomas recorded “BT/She/Her” at Chicago’s Sound Vault Studios.
Thomas, 38, says she got to a point in her career where she “wasn’t connecting musically with the songs she was performing,” which spurred her on to “start writing the stuff I wanted to sing, to write about the things I wanted to talk about and not tell somebody else’s story. …
“As my theater career started moving in better ways, I felt I was getting more opportunities but still I could see where I was continuously held back at certain points. That feeling went into a lot of these songs: me looking at my own anxieties and talking about them in ways where I’m not necessarily apologizing.”
Thomas admits she is stepping a bit out of her comfort zone in one aspect — the studio recording experience.
“Singing into a microphone in a ‘dead’ room is so different from singing on stage,” she says. “You get into the booth and you don’t even recognize the sound you’re making. It’s a different way of singing, and I’m learning and getting better at it. It’s almost like learning a whole new skill, a whole new art.”
Growing up in Kenosha, Wisconsin, Thomas (who now makes her home in Chicago’s Humboldt Park neighborhood) knew from an early age that she loved singing. In addition to performing in school shows, she also took part in the Kenosha Youth Performing Arts Company, an intensive musical theater program — in one show you’d be performing and in another running sound.
Michael BrosilowJosie (Bethany Thomas) and her father Phil (A.C. Smith) are caught up in the turmoil of “A Moon for the Misbegotten,” directed by William Brown at Writers Theatre in 2018.
“I think with musical theater the idea of looking at it from a very storytelling point of view and making every note and word mean something really got me hooked,” Thomas recalls. “Plus you didn’t have to be yourself, you could be anyone from a queen to an ingénue, and that was fascinating.”
But the events of the past few days in the wake of the Jacob Blake shooting, in her beloved Wisconsin hometown, have weighed heavily on Thomas’ mind.
“It was an extremely nurturing community for me growing up. And while I am profoundly saddened by the destruction taking place, I am devastated for Jacob Blake’s family — and beyond frustrated (though no longer surprised) with the myriad well-intentioned voices who still feel compelled to condemn the loss of property over the taking of Black bodies by the police,” Thomas said.
“After the summer our country has had, how can you still not have any perspective? Black Lives Matter more than buildings, more than businesses — and these types of uprisings aren’t going to stop until Black and Brown people can get any glimmer of a sign we are being heard and believed and finally protected as equal human beings.”
As her career expands, Thomas says she sees the arrival of social media as a game-changer that offers fans a new way to appreciate different sides of a performer.
“I think it’s exciting to look at artists as a whole person and see what this whole person means to their art. When my theater career was getting started, there was no social media. I was on stage in a costume and singing in a particular show and that’s how you knew me. I think some fans are still getting around to this idea that I’m also a person who has other music connections.
Thomas has performed in musical and plays at theaters including Court, Writers’, Marriott, Drury Lane and Milwaukee Repertory, where she had just completed a run in “Hedwig and the Angry Inch,” when the COVID-19 pandemic shut everything down and caused unprecedented upheaval in the theater world. Upcoming performances in Joanna Murray-Smith’s “Songs for Nobodies” and Michael Hollinger’s holiday show “Mr. Dickens’ Hat” at Northlight Theatre were canceled. Suddenly, she had a lot of time on her hands.
Sarah Larson“Making new music has been my job for the past few months. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to sort out my feelings about the world today and what I want to say in my music,” says actress/singer Bethany Thomas.
The first couple months of the pandemic were a time of “shock and awe,” Thomas says. “Everyone was kind of cloudy and depressed and wondering what the hell was going on.”
With nothing on the horizon, Thomas left town for California, where for three weeks she worked with her friend Tawny Newsome on a batch of new songs. Setting up shop in Newsome’s garage studio in the desert outside of Los Angeles, the collaborators wrote and recorded a new album, “Material Flats,” due Oct. 2.
Many of the songs were inspired by the COVID quarantine and other events of the past few months. “Juneteenth 2020,” written by Thomas, is her response to hearing President Trump’s initial plan to hold his Tulsa rally on the day commemorating the end of slavery.
“It’s been a time of desperation and race riots and curfews,” Thomas says. “Making new music has been my job for the past few months. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to sort out my feelings about the world today and what I want to say in my music. This has been my job for the past few months.”
Throughout the 21st century, our dear nation’s tv screens have been bulging with first-place trophies–both real and metaphoric– in not just the expected contests such as sports, film, journalism, music, etc., but less glowing arenas such as best bass fisherman, best cake baker, best tiger tamer, best daredevil, best bachelor/bachelorette, best survivor, best speller, etc. Are you feeling, as I am, slightly inundated? Don’t you think it just about time–in the interests of unfair play– to start handing out awards to the worst of America.
Hence, I am introducing what I hope will be the first annual “America’s Worst” competition. My esteemed panel is comprised of me and three disttinguished judges who have asked that their names not be mentioned for the respective reasons: “I’m ashamed”, “I’m indifferent”, “I’m terrified of retribution,” Without further fanfare, I humbly present to you the Awards:
Worst Liar: Donald J. Trump: I stopped tracking the fact-checkers disclosures of Trump lies, misinformation, deceptions, dissembling, fictions, exaggerations, dodges, flimflams and whoppers after the totals sped past 20,000 during his presidency
Worst Parent: Donald J. Trump. Can you think of another paren who would put at least three offspring in jeopardy of years of imprisonment? Okay, maybe Ma Barker, but she perished in 1935, which I believe disqualifies her for anything save a posthumous lifetime achievement award.
Worst cousin: Donald J. Trump. I refer you to Mary Trump’s book.
Worst sexual predation denier: Donald J. Trump. What ever happened to the suits Donald was going to file against the armada of women who–before the election–accused him of a cluster of sexual transgressions including rape? Come on, Donald, America is waiting
Worst narcissist: Donald J. Trump. Wouldn’t slip on a mask because he thought it was an unflattering look. Millions followed suit. Tens of thousands perished. To reward this gesture and many other deleterious gestures, he lobbied to have his head carved on Mt. Rushmore. Silly! It’s far to big to fit.
Worst braggart: Donald J. Trump: The stable genius who knows more than the generals, more than Dr. Fauci, more than anybody, except maybe Joseph Shapiro. On another blowhard note: I wonder if he ever tallied the number of genitalia he has grabbed.
Worst author: Donald J. Trump; Though he lays claim to actually writing “Art of the Deal.” the real deal is this: Tony Schwartz wrote it with virtually no input from Donald, the artless dodger. Dozens of times on TV, Schwartz has recounted Trump’s inability to sit still for interviews for more that five minutes. Faced with Trump’s infantile attention span, Schwartz shrugged and plunged ahead with the writing. Is Tony fabricating? Hardly. Trump has never challenged his assertions regarding the real authorship. He simply continues to claim authorship of, next to the Holy Bible(which he’s clearly never read), the greatest book ever written, “The Art of the Deal(which I believe he’s also never read).
Worst narcissist: Donald J. Trump. Never mind that he transmogrifies into a blushing coquette any time anybody powerful flatters him. His most egregious stab at ego inflation came when he wondered whether there was room for his head on Mt. Rushmore. I do not doubt that he suggested that the sculptor carve his visage somewhat larger than the others. After all, who in American history has a bigger head?
Worst employer: Donald J. Trump: After crowing that he knew “the best people” to hire for posts in the Trump government, he has left a wake of hired-and-fired incompetent, crooked gunslingers that litter the swamps of American history. And I haven’t even totted up all his other human-resources botches made up of the numerous crucial Washington positions that have never been filled.
Worst hypocrite: Donald J. Trump: While he courts and curtsies to his drooling Evangelist apostles, nobody has ever reported seeing him in a church, unless there was a media camera in attendance. In short, you’ll only ever see him filling a pew is at a photo op or in photo shop. Trump religious? Not a prayer.
Worst homeland security president: Though he prides himself as the great defender, his record exposes him as the great pretender, as he excoriates high-ranking military officers, CIA operatives, FBI intelligence, while he whispers classified information to Russian officials. In public view! And let’s not ignore his abundantly pervasive bouquets tossed at our military veterans, as he slices away at Veteran’s Administration benefits, and deprives millions of vets of punctually needed, postal service delivered medications Ah, oh yes, there’s that small hiccup when he dismissed any semblance of heroism John Mccain, might own because he “got caught”.
Worst Projector: Donald J. Trump. He should have boned-up on Freud. He is so transparent in his refexive projecing, it amounts to publicize his many flaws. This is how an unhinged idiot becomes a “stable genius.”
Worst bungler: A small sampling: The handling of the Covid 19 virus. The unilateral backing out of agreements like the Climate Accord, the Iranian anti-nuclear treaty, the NATO fiasco, etc. The capitulations, concessions and conciliatory cave-ins to homicidal despots in Russia, North Korea, Turkey, Saudi Arabia and others.
Worst inciter to violence: Donald J Trump: We all remember how he–at one of his rallies–he urged a gaggle of goons to “punch” a dissenter. If you don’t remember that, there’s Charlottesburg and is back-patting approval of a battalion of thugs who embraced the goal of exterminating Jews, Blacks, others of color and (tacitly) the intelligentia.
Worst historian: Donald J. Trump. Between displacing Frederick Douglass and misplacing Word War 11, a whole host of historical inaccuracies, alternative facts and bald delusions sully his personal history of speeches, twitters and off-the-wall remarks.
Worst sloth: Donald J. Trump:His appalling record of tax-squandering golf outings, his yawning refusal to read short briefings, his legendary impatience in listening to experts, his….hell, this dolt is too lazy to bother closing his umbrella.
Worst contractor/ constructor: Donald J. Trump.Half a dozen bankruptcies, shoddy buildings, shady dealings and, of course, there’s the wall with all its shortcomings, lies, illegalities and…Steve Bannon.
Most corrupt: Donald J. Trump: To list all the examples would exhaust me. Lets just say he’s probably committed more contemptibly corrupt acts than all of the preceding Presidents. Combined!
Worst mass murderer. Donald J. Trump Just figure all the citizens who followed his lead and died of Covid-19. Charles Manson, Jeffrey Daumer, Ted Bundy, Jack The Ripper, you’re all bush-leaguers.
Worst cheater: Donald J. Trump. Never mind golf. Never mind Melania. Think of all those Polish illegal aliens who built one of his huge edifices and whom he totally stiffed.
Worst hair style: Donald J. Trump: Is there a doubt? Is the world round? Okay, so thousands of his followers think it’s flat. Who knows, maybe they admire his hair style too.
Biggest schmuck: My cousin Mel gets the gold on this one. Tied for silver and bronze, my two former business partners. Donald J. Trump? Dishonorable mention.
If any one of my42 million followers think I’ve missed a category or two, please feel free to petition for added categories in my “comments’ section.
p.s Suggestions for the category of “Worst Bloggers” will not be accepted.