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Review: Long, Bumpy Ride to Sisterly Reconciliation Over ‘The Hills of California’

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30.09.2024

Shameful confession: It took Laura Donnelly’s coolly stunning entrance in The Hills of California to finally acquaint me with the lyrics to “Gimme Shelter.” I dig the Rolling Stones ghostly stomper as much as anyone, but only hazily grasped its words. The 1969 track blasts from a mysteriously reanimated jukebox as Donnelly’s Joan appears in glam-rock regalia: fur-trimmed coat, gold vest, flared blue jeans. She stalks grimly through her drab, memory-haunted childhood home after a 20-year absence. As Rob Howell’s massive set revolves around Joan, Mick Jagger brays about deadly storms and fires. In her solo, backing vocalist Merry Clayton wails, voice cracking: “Rape, murder, it’s just a shot away, just a shot away.” What does mayhem and violation have to do with a prodigal daughter’s return? By this point in the play, we have a hint.

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