So today wound up not being the day to go see bunches and bunches of Art. Today wound up being the day to stay home and wait for a delivery and do a phone interview and try to get some text/sound work done on That's What We're Here For. Tomorrow will be Art day, dammit, I hope.
Berit's new iMac should be showing up today, so one of us needs to be here and conscious during delivery hours. Currently, that's me. I would have woken Berit and gone in to the Modern, the Whitney, and Film Forum today anyway, but something else came up.
At noon I'm being called by a reporter from New York magazine to talk about the $ellout Festival and my show. Well, that's what I'm hoping the interview will mostly stick to, but I've been informed that it appears they may be looking for anti-New York Fringe Festival material. As in, they're talking to people from The Brick and myself as a $ellout participant on the subject of how this festival is different from (and, I believe we are meant to imply or state, better than) the Fringe. I've encountered this before in interviews, a "let's you and him fight" attitude that makes good copy in magazines and bad relations in theatre, and I've wound up on the record in print saying things I wish I hadn't (things I believed and had felt comfortable saying to friends and colleagues, but needlessly hurtful to others and unnecessary for the public to know). But . . . this is something good for The Brick, The $ellout Festival, and my show, hopefully, and I can just try to spin it towards the "differences" angle.
My feelings on the Fringe are complex, detailed, and mostly negative. I'm aware though, that in copy, the "complex," "detailed," and "mostly," will probably vanish unless I'm very careful. I seem to have been picked for this interview because some of these feelings have made it to our publicist or the interviewer, and because I was around right at the start of the Fringe -- I was really honored when John Clancy said on his blog, "Ian, besides being a fine director, is one of the unsung heroes of the New York Fringe. We broke on him and Art Wallace like a tidal wave that summer of 97 and they held fast, the Warriors of Todo con Nada, Defenders of Ludlow Street." But that's not entirely true. Art Wallace deserves a lot more credit -- he stuck around. I was there from the morning after the Fringe was conceived, and helped set some things up (and build a theatre from scratch), but I was also busy producing the first Foreman Fest at NADA that same Summer, and once my festival was over, I got the hell out of Dodge pretty quickly to avoid being sucked into the Fringe any more than I had been. It looked like a car wreck about to happen at that point, and I didn't want to be caught in the middle of it.
Well, it was and it wasn't really, but a lot has happened in the years since, and not all of it good, between the Fringe and the New York Off-Off-Broadway world that I am devoted to. So again, feelings, complex, detailed, mostly negative. I am to be wary today . . .
Tomorrow, Art. Maybe. If things go well, I might get in to see the films noir at Film Forum today (two I haven't seen, not on video I think, by a director unknown to me, John Berry) -- if I go tomorrow, I'll have to decide between the museums and the films (triple Lawrence Tierney bill tomorrow!) and then RUSH to Caveman Robot in the evening from the last film. Maybe all worth it. I'm jonesing for some noir as yet unknown to me.
Friday, recording for Martin Denton's new podcast at nytheatre.com and working with Maggie Cino on her big song/dance/acrobatic number for the show, so I can find out just what I can do with her and how much I can throw her around. Lots to arrange.
Berit's new iMac should be showing up today, so one of us needs to be here and conscious during delivery hours. Currently, that's me. I would have woken Berit and gone in to the Modern, the Whitney, and Film Forum today anyway, but something else came up.
At noon I'm being called by a reporter from New York magazine to talk about the $ellout Festival and my show. Well, that's what I'm hoping the interview will mostly stick to, but I've been informed that it appears they may be looking for anti-New York Fringe Festival material. As in, they're talking to people from The Brick and myself as a $ellout participant on the subject of how this festival is different from (and, I believe we are meant to imply or state, better than) the Fringe. I've encountered this before in interviews, a "let's you and him fight" attitude that makes good copy in magazines and bad relations in theatre, and I've wound up on the record in print saying things I wish I hadn't (things I believed and had felt comfortable saying to friends and colleagues, but needlessly hurtful to others and unnecessary for the public to know). But . . . this is something good for The Brick, The $ellout Festival, and my show, hopefully, and I can just try to spin it towards the "differences" angle.
My feelings on the Fringe are complex, detailed, and mostly negative. I'm aware though, that in copy, the "complex," "detailed," and "mostly," will probably vanish unless I'm very careful. I seem to have been picked for this interview because some of these feelings have made it to our publicist or the interviewer, and because I was around right at the start of the Fringe -- I was really honored when John Clancy said on his blog, "Ian, besides being a fine director, is one of the unsung heroes of the New York Fringe. We broke on him and Art Wallace like a tidal wave that summer of 97 and they held fast, the Warriors of Todo con Nada, Defenders of Ludlow Street." But that's not entirely true. Art Wallace deserves a lot more credit -- he stuck around. I was there from the morning after the Fringe was conceived, and helped set some things up (and build a theatre from scratch), but I was also busy producing the first Foreman Fest at NADA that same Summer, and once my festival was over, I got the hell out of Dodge pretty quickly to avoid being sucked into the Fringe any more than I had been. It looked like a car wreck about to happen at that point, and I didn't want to be caught in the middle of it.
Well, it was and it wasn't really, but a lot has happened in the years since, and not all of it good, between the Fringe and the New York Off-Off-Broadway world that I am devoted to. So again, feelings, complex, detailed, mostly negative. I am to be wary today . . .
Tomorrow, Art. Maybe. If things go well, I might get in to see the films noir at Film Forum today (two I haven't seen, not on video I think, by a director unknown to me, John Berry) -- if I go tomorrow, I'll have to decide between the museums and the films (triple Lawrence Tierney bill tomorrow!) and then RUSH to Caveman Robot in the evening from the last film. Maybe all worth it. I'm jonesing for some noir as yet unknown to me.
Friday, recording for Martin Denton's new podcast at nytheatre.com and working with Maggie Cino on her big song/dance/acrobatic number for the show, so I can find out just what I can do with her and how much I can throw her around. Lots to arrange.