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Imagine the laboratory of a Victorian-age mad genius, and you'd probably come up with something like the Tribeca apartment of impish polymath Erik Sanko. An emporium of wonders, the place is jam-packed with creaky cabinets, bones, skulls, taxidermy (watchful birds, wild pigs, a small kangaroo), anatomical models, andhanging everywhere from delicate stringssome of the creepiest marionettes you'll ever encounter, all of them Sanko's creations. Long admired as a singer, songwriter, and bassist in the experimental-alternative scene, and leader of his own band, Skeleton Key, Sanko has come out of the closet in recent years as a self-taught puppeteer, quickly becoming a star with racy acts at the Box and his gothic horror hit The Fortune Teller.
Now his talents for odd music and strange wooden creatures are merging. At BAM's Next Wave Festival on October 3, 5, and 6, Sanko and his troupe will present Dear Mme., a marionette love story enacted on a stage ingeniously set inside a 15-foot-tall figure and accompanied by Sanko's own compositions, commissioned and performed by those aficionados of the weird, the Kronos Quartet.
With a mellifluous voice and a grin that suggests mischief, the 43-year-old Sanko begins to explain. "It scratches some itch. I can't stop. As much as I love playing music, which is very communal and democratic and loud and physical, there's something about the privateness and the intimacy of making puppetssitting there quietly whittling awaythat's really super-satisfying."
The dual careers had their origins in a '70s childhood on sleepy Staten Island. An interest in the experimental began when Sanko's older brother, a budding guitarist, brought home a library copy of the Mahavishnu Orchestra's Birds of Fire, that still- startling collection of intense jazz-fusion psychedelia. "I remember hearing it," says Sanko, "and being kind of frightened and excited. I knew it was music, but I couldn't tell what kind." The genre collision would become a guiding aesthetic, defining the sound of the first major band he joined, John Lurie's Lounge Lizards, who played a punky, funky jazz that often lurched into the avant-garde. Already a skilled bassist at 20 but still underage that first year, Sanko had to get Lurie to become his official legal guardian so he could tour Europe with the groupan experience, Sanko says, that was "like handing an egg to a gorilla."
At the same time that Mahavishnu was filling his brain, Sanko was developing puppet love. For special occasions, his mother would take him and his brother to a marionette theater in the Village run by Bil Baird, a guy Sanko later discovered was "a rock star of the puppet world," whose most famous characters had appeared in The Sound of Music, when Julie Andrews yodels "The Lonely Goatherd." "Like any kid, I thought they were magical," says Sanko, remembering, in particular, Baird's version of Alice in Wonderland being "surreal and freakish"which applies, naturally enough, to The Fortune Teller.
But it wasn't until the early '90s, after establishing himself as a musician who could write catchy, frenetic tunes and play with anybody (John Cale, They Might Be Giants, the Melvins, Yoko Ono), that Sanko rediscovered his puppet urges, reconnecting with Baird. Not Bil this timehe'd died in 1987but his son Peter, who had continued the theater. Thrilled with the creation of his first marionette, Sanko found Baird in the phone book and got an invitation to come up to his place, where, after pointing out an old "Goatherd" puppet ("Very cool!" Sanko exclaims), Baird demonstrated a sophisticated device for the strings. Inspired, Sanko not only set up a workshop but invented his own control, which allows a more human kind of movement. In his apartment, he demonstrates it with Dear Mme.'s tuxedoed magician, whose lifelike gait attracts suspicious sniffing from Sanko's dog.
It takes Sanko a month or two to create a puppetcarefully carving the features from a wood block, painting the head and hands, then tailoring clothes. He first sold the marionettes only as artwork (film composer Danny Elfman owns five). But they soon attracted Matthew Acheson and Randall Whittinghill, puppeteers who helped Sanko stage his first big show last fall at Here Arts Center, The Fortune Tellera tale of strange characters assembling at a millionaire's mansion for the reading of a will. With narration recorded by singer Gavin Friday, music by Elfman and Sanko, sets designed by Sanko's wife (artist Jessica Grindstaff), and a grant from the Jim Henson Foundation, the show impressed the critics and, as it happened, violinist David Harrington, the founder of the Kronos Quartet.
Harrington, who by coincidence was in town for one of the performances, had already discovered Sanko's MySpace page, where the singer posted tracks from his solo album (fragile, rickety songs that sound as if they were sung by his puppets). "I got an e-mail one day," Sanko says. "It was like, 'Hi, I'm Dave! Would you like to trade some CDs?' Like they're baseball cards or something." Sanko wasn't quite sure what to make of it, having once known "a coke-snorting crackpot" with the same name. But the confusion was soon cleared up. "Two days later, I got a whole bunch of Kronos Quartet CDs, and I thought 'Wow.'" Over beers, Harrington invited Sanko to join his group at BAM. And thus emerged Dear Mme., in which that 15-foot-tall puppet, assembled from old barn lumber, opens his heart by way of two hand-cranked doors, revealing his romantic dreamsenacted, of course, by marionettes, and accompanied by the Kronos performing Sanko's moody soundtrack.