This past Monday, the Inter-Media Art Center in my hometown of Huntington, Long Island closed its doors for good, after 26 years of presenting concerts, and I am heartbroken.
IMAC was housed in the balcony level of a 2,000 or so seat early 1900’s theatre. Imagine if the Count Basie Theatre were cut in half horizontally. Imagine if where the balcony rail now exists, a new floor was built all the way to the back of the building, creating a new second floor. Somewhere back ages ago, that’s what was done to the IMAC building. The idea was to create a mini shopping mall on the first floor, and have a small 500-seat movie theatre upstairs.
Although there were stores left and right of the theatre entrance, just like the Basie and so many other historic theatres have, the shopping mall never got built. The theatre however found its way. Its first incarnation was as The Balcony Theatre. I think that’s what its name was. There was already an excellent indie cinema in town (The New Community Cinema) and the Balcony Theatre carved out a niche for itself showing rock and roll films and “midnight movies.” I spent countless weekends there in 10th grade watching movies that in the age before VCRs and on-demand cable you couldn’t see anywhere else.
Then in 1983, while I was away at college, a nonprofit arts group, the Inter-Media Art Center rented the space. I was introduced by a phone call from a friend. I arrived home from college to receive a call from a friend, who was helping to install their stage lighting system. He needed some hands, was I interested in working crew for a dance show that weekend? I once figured out that I worked 36 of the next 50 hours of my life.
The show was the Bill T. Jones and Arnie Zane Dance Company. If you know anything about dance, you know that they went on to become a major force in the dance world, that Arnie died from AIDS, and Bill T. is now a major figure in the dance world. But then it was a slightly different story, especially in the suburbs.
And that was IMAC’s mission. If it was a different story, especially in the suburbs, they were interested. Over time as the funding climate changed and the demands of earning their keep from the box office became ever greater, their programming became slightly more conservative. But as a stagehand or an audience member I still saw so many great performers there. Bela Fleck. McCoy Tyner. Yellowjackets. The Brecker Brothers.
Because the floor that was created by dividing the old building in half now placed the “new” stage directly under the old dome, the sound was magnificent. And because the entire theatre was now comprised of what was once the balcony, all the seats had terrific sight lines and weren’t that far from the stage.
The driving force behind all of this creativity and madness were also a couple in real life: Michael Rothbard and Kathie Bodily. How they managed to work and live together is now beyond me. Back in the day, I thought they were so romantic, working all hours for often no pay, just because they believed in what they were doing.
In a completely different context, I read these words today in John Lefsetz’s column on the trade web site Celebrity Access: “We're drawn to those who are not sheep, who do their own thing, who BELIEVE in what they're doing.”
That was (and still is) Michael and Kathie.
IMAC is the place where I started figuring out my own career path to arts and theatre management. I eventually came to realize that Michael and Kathie were at least half insane to be doing what they were doing, but I’ve come to realize that anything worth doing, and anything that inspires you, be it music, dance, theatre, sports, politics, your family, or your children, is at least half insane in the first place.
The IMAC organization did not own its theatre-- it only rented it, and my understanding about IMAC’s demise is that after years of fruitlessly trying to get their landlord to address the issues of a very old building, they just couldn’t afford to go on all by themselves.
And this is where this personal memoir starts to relate to the Basie:
Since 1973 the Count Basie Theatre has been owned and operated by first the Monmouth County Arts Council, and since 1999 the Count Basie Theatre, Inc. Both, like IMAC, are nonprofit organizations, but because the organizations here owned the building, its destiny could be shaped and controlled and secured.
Trust me on this, it hasn’t always been much easier here in Red Bank, NJ than it was in Huntington, NY. It was just last year that the Basie received its first major interior overhaul in more than 80 years, and those of you who have been attending for years know what precarious shape the building has been in for much of its life.
But Monmouth, Ocean and Middlesex County are fortunate to still have a strong theatre whose future, while it may never be easy in a “kaching!” way, is at least secured. Too many venues are gone. There were four theatres in Red Bank in 1926 when the Basie first opened, and they’re all gone. The Mayfair in Asbury is gone. And now IMAC in Huntington, NY is gone too. But at least the people who populated it during its extraordinary 26 year run have great, life changing memories, and those venues who are able to carry on, like the Basie, will continue to do so, as long as all of you keep buying tickets.

