collisionwork: (red room)
So, we're just about a week into the third annual Clown Theater Festival at The Brick, and all is going pretty well there.

New companies are coming in from all around the country (and world) every few days - there's a big turnover, the way it's scheduled - people show up, do a few shows in a few days, and are gone - and all the techs have to be supervised by someone from the Brick staff who is competent to answer tech questions, which means me, Berit, or Michael Gardner. As we've split the duty hours for running the Festival between the 7 Brick staff members and the 3 other Clown Fest directors (as we can, as the latter are now all out of town on jobs), B & I are getting most of our hours out of the way running techs for the companies coming in, which has mostly not been any trouble. I'm in today myself from 2-5 pm on a tech and that's it, so, light day.

We're not doing much in the way of board operating for shows, so it's much lighter than last year - Berit is doing the weekly cabarets and an upcoming show, Kill Me Loudly (a clown noir), and we've each handled board for a show that's already closed, so it's not like last year, where Berit ran board for something like 15 shows total over the Fest (she spent a LONG time up in the booth one Saturday when she ran six out of the seven shows in one day).

The big problem, for the person in charge of the physical plant - that is, me, is the sheer amount of STUFF that needs to be stored in the space. As you might imagine, many clowns have props. Lots o' props. Boxes and boxes and stands and carts and STUFF. And they aren't always good at informing you in advance of how large it actually is - when you're told, it's a really big set, but it folds down flat, it is indeed a really big set that folds down impressively into a much smaller space, but a space that's still something like 4'x5'x7', which ain't flat. Or you're told, I just have a couple of boxes, and they turn out to be very BIG and very HEAVY, and then a number of people have things like that, and then there's NO ROOM for ANYTHING in the space.

For next year, B & I are going to prepare a nice document to send all the companies in advance, telling them what will and will not help their stay and tech in the space - we need to do this for ALL festivals, but the clowns have specific needs and ways of dealing with things that should also be addressed specifically (and often this boils down to - don't be afraid to ask for things and let us know what you want, we can probably do it for you if you're clear enough, we know most of you are used to working with less tech options than we can give you, and the rest with much much more, but just be clear and polite and we'll do everything for you that we can, and don't be put off by Ian & Berit's sometimes sour demeanors - especially Ian's - they're just working hard and concentrating on how to make all the shows, including yours, work as perfectly as possible).

And coming up this Monday, a Penny Dreadful fundraiser, including mini-episode #6.5, which B & I dry-teched yesterday with Bryan Enk. Looks to be a fun evening.

I've pulled out the copy of Richard Foreman's George Bataille's Bathrobe that he gave me and will start retranscribing it into a computer today for probable production next August. It will be an interesting transcribe - it's a xerox of Richard's typescript with lots of cross-outs and rewritings, and it's hard to tell sometimes what the "final" text is. Sometimes there are several alternate lines around each other, or other handwritten lines that I can't tell if they're new lines or suggested stage directions (Richard's dialogue and stage directions can sometimes be identical). It is, of course, as with most of Richard's plays, just lines on paper with no indication of character, setting, or plot.

I see this as taking place in a prison (what, again?) with an elderly imprisoned writer-figure - kind of like a Henry Miller who was much MORE extreme than Miller in all ways - an early 20th-Century American Communist, a poet-philosopher, essayist, novelist, intellectual, womanizer, writer of erotica and/or pornography, in the jug for years now for some kind of political crime (in the USA? where? should it ever be mentioned? or suggested?). A bit of Krapp - surrounded by writing and recording implementa. Trying to get his story down (and straight) before he dies (is he afraid of execution?). The third line of the play is "I am Frank Norris" so I think that's his name - good, strong American macho name. Of course, it's a semi-famous writer's name already, but whatever (actually, that picture of the real Norris on Wikipedia is a damned good image of the kind of man I'm thinking of).

Who to be in this? I always saw Tom Reid as Norris, but he'll probably be in A Little Piece of the Sun for me in the demanding role of Chikatilo, so doubling shows wouldn't be a good idea. I could play it, but I'm also in Little Piece in the also-demanding role of Medvedev, and I won't act in two shows at the same time again anyway, so, no. A few possibilities - maybe Timothy McCown Reynolds? He might seem too immediately smart and sensitive - Norris should seem like a big, burly, bull-headed type you wouldn't think would be an artist and intellectual, and who uses that. Maybe Gavin Starr Kendall? How old to play him? We see him from youth to elderly years - could be played anywhere in there. Bill Weeden maybe? Time to think about this.

Women in his life. Becky Byers and Sarah Engelke come to mind - faces/bodies that would look good in early 20th-Century clothing - overcoats with fur collars/hats/muffs (in The Brick in August - great). Stripping down to satin lingerie and stockings. Louise Bryant figures. Wives and mistresses. A pair of twins is mentioned - maybe dancers (a couple of "women, like fashion models" appear at a door at one point, are they "the famous Brundi twins!" mentioned elsewhere?). They could do an "act."

This play is exciting. Ideas are rushing. I need a new sketchbook. And a pencil. Charcoal, maybe. Color pencils. Get to it.

So, over in the iPod today, now with 26,166 tracks in it (remember how I said I needed to cut stuff out of it? well, instead I added a whole bunch of Dylan & The Band's basement tape recordings . . .), here's what comes up on random:

1. "Ghoul Friend" - The Ravens - Highly Strung vol. 1
2. "She Loves Me" - The Possums - Shutdown '66 - The World's Only 60's Punk Record
3. "Air Force Promo Spot" - The Bob Seger System - Psychedelic Promos & Radio Spots, vol. 4
4. "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)" - Looking Glass - Entertainment Weekly: The Greatest Hits 1972
5. "Love Her With a Feeling" - Paul Butterfield - The Electra Sessions
6. "Hi-Tone Mama" - Walter "Tang" Smith - Sun Records: The Blues Years 1950-1958 vol. 3
7. "Lovers of Today" - The Only Ones - D.I.Y.: Anarchy in the UK - UK Punk I (1976-77)
8. "Tico Tico" - Esquivel - Four Corners of the World
9. "Narrow Your Eyes" - They Might Be Giants - Apollo 18
10. "Crimson and Clover" - Tommy James & The Shondells - Anthology

I have to say I'm enjoying the new iTunes v.8 "Genius" feature - though it took FOREVER to set up for us, as it has to go though your entire iTunes collection, and THAT'S got 53,474 songs in there.

What it does is, you select a song and how many songs you want in a playlist, and from your collection it chooses songs that - supposedly - should work together in a playlist. And it actually does a pretty interesting job, I have to say. I'm not sure how the algorithms work, or how it's been programmed or makes its "decisions," but it's fun to see what it puts together, though sometimes it gets odd in the transitions - though it did 25 songs starting with Link Wray's "Rumble" for us yesterday that were just perfect together.

Of course, it doesn't know many obscure artists/songs and can't do anything with them, but I'm surprised at what it DOES know - I just started a run with Jimmie Spheeris' "Seven Virgins" from Isle of View (never heard of him? me neither - I don't know where I got this from, but it's really good and I'm glad to have it), which is an easygoing FM-sounding galloping rock song from, I assume, the early 70s, and Genius has decided to then go through The Byrds, David Bowie, Randy Newman, Dr. John, Brian Eno, The Yardbirds, The Nazz, Richard Thompson, Steely Dan, Michael Nesmith, Jefferson Airplane, Leonard Cohen, Herman's Hermits, Tim Buckley, Cat Stevens, The Youngbloods, and Traffic (and The Besnard Lakes . . . who the hell are they?). And somehow these songs all DO work good together. Odd. How do it know? Berit thinks it somehow knows how to match tempo, too. Well, iTunes does keep beats-per-minute info on files, so I guess that's not unlikely.

So B & I were having fun plugging in odd songs and seeing where it would go from there ("Wait, wait, do 'Black Angel's Death Song!" "No, no, I wanna try 'Lick My Decals Off, Baby'!").

I have noticed that if you give it some kind of pre-1970s "classic rock" number, you'll get a pretty middle-of-the-road playlist of other numbers from 1956-1973 that you would have once heard on "oldies" radio that otherwise have nothing to do with each other, so it don't do too well there. I just gave it an obscure Ventures track, for example, and got back a list of things like "Maggie May," "Johnny B. Goode," "Mrs. Robinson," "Somebody to Love," "California Dreamin'" etc. etc. you get the picture, with Blondie's "Heart of Glass" as the wild card. Also kinda happens if you choose a "punk classic," something like "TV Eye" - you'll get "Personality Crisis," "Sonic Reducer," "Neat Neat Neat," "Blank Generation," etc. and a few interesting wild cards. It does better with non-"classic" songs.

In any case, for those of us who like to use randomization of an immense collection of tracks as our own private radio station, it's another useful tool.

Okay. Off to make Art happen now, more soon . . .

collisionwork: (chiller)
A mixed bag of things to post:

After getting back home Sunday night from seeing Ten West at The Brick (great show, unfortunately only in town for the weekend and closed), I finally got to see Todd Haynes' movie (or "Suppositions on a Film Concerning Dylan") I'm Not There for the first time and was completely blown away and then spent yesterday morning with the bonus material from the 2-disk set on and going in the background on the computer as I started writing this -- as I was rewatching the film with the director's commentary on, I wound up stopping my writing; couldn't concentrate on both.

The film completely knocked me out and I recommend it highly, though I have no idea how it'll play anyone other than a Dylan-obsessive who can also sit there and tick off with glee all the 60s movie references as they go by (8 1/2, Petulia, Performance, lots o' Godard, Blowup, etc. etc.). Berit digs Dylan, but not to the same degree, and wouldn't get most of the film refs, but seemed to like it (she had the same reaction to much of it she had when seeing some of the real footage of Dylan in No Direction Home, re: the fans who turned on the man when he went electric and the press - especially the British press - who were always trying to figure out what his hustle was - "What a bunch of assholes!").

In any case, the movie = amazing.

I wound up glad about one thing I didn't think I would, as well. The movie is named for a great GREAT Dylan song from the Basement Tapes sessions which has been known from bootlegs for 40 years but never officially released until the soundtrack album. The song is actually named ("mysteriously" as Haynes says of its subtitle in one of his comments on the DVD), "I'm Not There (1956)". It's a beautiful, fragile song - simple, hypnotic, heartbreaking, and - crucially - mostly unintelligible. You catch bits of words and thoughts but they just fade in and out of understanding as the "whirlpool" of a song (as Haynes puts it, I think quoting Greil Marcus) goes by. Dylan was probably making up the words right as he sang them, so who knows how much sense they were making anyway.

Here's the song, behind a cut, with video accompaniment:

I'm Not There (1956) )


So a great deal of the beauty and mystery of the song - how ultimately unknowable it is - derives from its abstractness, never really comprehending what the words are, just kinda vaguely making them out. I figured then, that with a final official release - and a cover version by Sonic Youth on the same album - the words would be "settled" - Dylan or someone who could make them out from the master tape would give us the "correct" words.

Nope.

There are two sets of subtitles on the DVD, one of English for the hard-of-hearing, and one for just the song lyrics. Wonderfully, when the song finally comes up in the film itself, the two different sets of titles have almost completely different interpretations of Dylan's words. Then the Sonic Youth version plays over the end credits, and it's a third version of the words! Obviously, everyone's just been left on their own still to decide for themselves what the lyrics are (and I've found many versions online, no two the same, with some overlap here and there, all of which sound plausible if you listen to them next to the song).

For example, in this cut, here's three versions of a chorus-verse-verse-chorus sequence from the song, as subtitled three different ways on the DVD:

But it's not too fast for Slim . . . )



Perfect.

Images seen recently to be shared - here's one I grabbed from Bryan Enk's Facebook page (hope that's okay, Bryan) that brings back fond memories of theatre on Ludlow Street. Yuri Lowenthal and me sitting on the garbage bins outside The Piano Store theatre as I give notes to the cast of my first production of Film Is Evil: Radio Is Good, Summer, 1998:

Yuri & IWH, Summer '98

Meanwhile, ANYTHING is possible with the power of RADIO!

Radio Milks Cows, Runs Street Cars

Howabout some videos, inside this cut?

Recent Videos of Interest )



Enjoy.

Clown Town

Sep. 5th, 2008 10:51 am
collisionwork: (crazy)
What, has it been a week since I was here?

Jeez, yeah.

Sorry - been busy getting The Brick ready for the third annual New York Clown Theater Festival.

B & I have spent the lion's share of every day since Saturday over at the space cleaning it up, rearranging things, and fixing things, since, for once, we had the time to do it. The place looks really good now and the tech is in much better shape. We started teching clown shows on Wednesday and all is going well and the shows look to be really good this year.

Today are the opening ceremonies - a Clown Parade stating at 4.30 pm in Union Square (red noses will be handed out for those who don't have them), which will travel by subway to Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg, then march through the streets to The Brick, where we will have our big big pie fight in an immense plastic tent constructed in the theatre to avoid destroying the place (many fights, in fact - we do them in shifts, with some themed groups - ladies only, children, "fast skate" - then we get the pie-covered people outside the theatre to hose them off).

I've also had the fun duty of creating the mix of music to be played during the fights. I've kept many of the great selections Devon Ludlow used in the past - lots of bombastic classical favorites mixed with some driving rock - and added a few of my own that I hope will amuse while being good pie-fight scoring. Won't name them now, as I'm looking to surprise people who will be there, and who I know read this blog.

Anyway, B & I need to get moving fairly soon to get there and check in and help with setup, so I'll just go on to the normal Friday Random Ten now, from out of the 26,103 still there in the iPod (I have more to add now, but I can't until I drop some of the useless tracks there) . . .

1. "Chocolate Pope" - Electric Six - Switzerland
2. "Let The Sun Shine Down" - Hardy Boys - Bubblegum Classics volume 5
3. "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (live)" - Johnny Cash - Legend
4. "Get It Jerk" - Frankie Coe & The Mighty Soul Messengers - the Git Down!
5. "Satumaa (Finnish Tango)" - Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention - You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore, Volume 2
6. "I Move Around" - Nancy Sinatra - Boots
7. "Should Have Known Better" - Richard Lloyd - Alchemy
8. "She Weaves A Tender Trap" - The Chocolate Watchband - 44
9. "Lucifer Airlines" - Electric Six - I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being The Master
10. "Lonesome Cowboy Burt (Swaggart Version - live)" - Frank Zappa - The Best Band You Never Heard In Your Life

I'll be back more regularly again once the ClownFest is really under way . . .

collisionwork: (Squirt)
Completely lost track for a moment there of what day of the week it was.

So, right, it's Friday, and I do my normal Friday things.

Okay, here's the first Random Ten that comes up from the iPod out of 26,103 tracks in there now . . .

1. "Strange Love" - Darlene Love - Phil Spector - Back to Mono (1958-1969)
2. "Doctor Jazz" - Jelly Roll Morton - Birth Of The Hot: The Classic Chicago "Red Hot Peppers" Sessions
3. "Kiss Me When I Get Back" - Tom Tom Club - Boom Boom Chi Boom Boom
4. "Roses Are Red My Love" - The Savages - Garage Punk Unknowns
5. "Fiery Jack" - The Fall - Dragnet
6. "El Magazo" - Gustavo Pimentel - Rato's Nostalgia Collection 21
7. "Watching the Wheels" - John Lennon - The John Lennon Collection
8. "Stingaree" - Charlie Musselwhite - Alligator Records 25th Anniversary Collection
9. "I'll Go Crazy" - James Brown - Star Time
10. "Salesman" - Stan Ridgway - The Big Heat

Lemme see if I can find the cats and get shots of them right now . . .

Oh, wait . . . the camera is in my bag, in the car. Okay, I'll go get it.

Well, whaddya know, the battery's dead, and I think I left the charger at The Brick.

Never mind. Maybe next week.

collisionwork: (mary worth)
Still resting.

I have to go to Queens this afternoon to pick up the brochures for the Clown Festival and then deliver them to The Brick, so that's when I'll probably get started on the cleanup/fixup of the space. Then the same thing tomorrow, all day, until the evening, when it looks like we'll be hangin' with friends, which will be nice.

Yesterday, watched some of the first season of Rocky & Bullwinkle, then Powell & Pressburger's The Small Back Room, The Empire Strikes Back, and the special Star Wars episode of Robot Chicken. Fun.

I wish there was still a movie palace in NYC that showed old films - I read yesterday that the Egyptian in L.A. is showing a whole bunch of wonderful, obscure, mostly-not-on-video, pre-1950 films right now, including Olsen and Johnson's followup to their incredible debut film Hellzapoppin', Crazy House.

So that got me looking at some Olsen & Johnson on YouTube. And here it is:

OLSEN AND JOHNSON ARE COMING! )



Enjoy.

collisionwork: (sleep)
Berit™ and I have wound up taking more time this week to lie back post-August triad of shows and do nothing.

It was nice at first, but has become boring. At the same time, my body still doesn't want to move much, so it's my mind that's all antsy.

We have work to do on getting The Brick ready for the Clown Festival, but as there will be help for us on Saturday, we may wait to handle the lion's share of it until then (I was planning on going in and starting yesterday, and maybe even surprising the rest of the staff with how much was done already when they came in, but, well, the body doesn't want to move, even as I'm kept up at night, lying in bed thinking of all the improvements I wanna make to the space, and the best, cheapest ways to do them).

So Berit™ stays up all night playing games on one or the other computer while I sleep and then she sleeps all day while I putter around on here, but there hasn't been enough content to keep me occupied right now. So I find myself doing odd things like looking up my favorite Los Angeles movie locations on Google Earth and wandering around in "street view" (I found the street where David Lynch has his three houses in a row, one of which was designed by Lloyd Wright - Frank's son - and another was used as Fred Madison's house in Lost Highway and looks the same in Google as it does in the film).

Oh, one thing I found out, courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] imomus, was the extent to which David Bowie's unreleased Toy album was an actual finished project, not a barely-started idea. This album would have come after 'hours' and before Heathen, and bits of it have showed up on the latter album, as well as on bonus disks and b-sides for that and Reality.

Toy was meant to be a mix of new songs combined with re-recordings of some earlier, fairly-obscure to very-obscure 1960s songs (with one apparently from as late as 1971). And most of it is pretty damned good, even if, in the end, it doesn't sound like it quite hangs together like both Heathen and Reality do (which B & I spend a lot of time trying to tell people). The overall feel of the sound is also half way between 'hours' and Heathen, without a distinctive style of its own, which doesn't altogether help.

In any case, this pretty good "lost" album can be somewhat reconstructed as a YouTube playlist from the bits that have been released, or leaked, or performed live. So, behind this cut, a streaming version of the album . . .

TOY by David Bowie )



I've also spent this week rereading Greil Marcus' Like a Rolling Stone book, Gore Vidal's Point To Point Navigation, and am almost done revisiting David Halberstam's The Fifties.

Rewatched some movies and other video . . . The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Gremlins, the new Futurama DVD - The Beast With a Billion Backs, Stardust Memories, THX-1138, A Prairie Home Companion (had that sitting on the shelf for a while, and finally got to it; it's pretty good, enjoyed it), Pink Floyd The Wall, The Best of Ernie Kovacs, and the first couple of DVDs from the two ex-MST3K splinter groups, The Film Crew and Cinematic Titanic.

Tonight? I dunno. Maybe a bunch of films by either Leone or Bava or Roeg. Maybe Ken Russell's Tommy. Maybe the first season of Rocky & Bullwinkle.

Okay, food time. Berit (who has expressed her desire to see the "™" bit vanish now, okay?) is up and we can think about the rest of the day. And the week. And I can try and force myself to relax.

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
An email went out this morning to the GCW Mailing list - as much because it helped me move the mailing list over from my old personal AOL account to the brand spanking new company Gmail account as it was for promotion, etc.

Here's the email, as a couple of the points will be of interest to blog readers who may not be on the list . . .

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Four items of note from GEMINI COLLISIONWORKS:

1.


We are revising and revamping and transferring our email list to a new account - geminicollisionworks@gmail.com - rather then the old gemmemory@aol.com account - which will still be best for personal messages to Ian.

In the process, we may accidentally get you on our email lists TWICE. Please let us know if you are getting double emails from us, and we will correct the problem.

NOTE TO BLOG-READERS

: Not on our mailing list? Want to be? Send an email to the gmail address above.

2.

Our just-closed trio of shows - Harry in Love, Spell, and Everything Must Go - are still eligible for voting at The New York Innovative Theatre Awards.

25% of the final vote depends on our audience. If you saw any of the shows and haven't voted (especially if you LIKED them), please go to the link above and do so.

3.

Thanks to all of our donors who made this year of shows - the three mentioned above, plus The Magnificent Ambersons by Orson Welles: A Reconstruction for the Stage - our biggest year, in terms of scale and budget, in the 11 year-history of GCW.

However . . . big budget and scale, presented in a small space at a reasonable ticket price, means big debt, and we would like to try and get out of it before next season. So, remember, you can now . . .

DONATE TO GEMINI COLLISIONWORKS! IT'S TAX-DEDUCTIBLE!

a. If you wish to donate by check, they MUST be made out to "Fractured Atlas," with "Gemini CollisionWorks" in the memo line (and nowhere else), and should be given to us personally or sent to us for processing at:

Gemini CollisionWorks
c/o Hill-Johnson
367 Avenue S #1B
Brooklyn, NY 11223

b. You can also donate directly online securely by credit card at

https://www.fracturedatlas.org/donate/1394

(please double-check to be sure you're at the "Gemini CollisionWorks" donation page)

All donors will be listed in all our programs for the 2009 season under the following categories:

$0-25 - BONDO
$26-50 - RAT RODS
$51-75 - CHROME
$76-100 - LOW RIDERS
$101-250 - CANDY FLAKE
$251-500 - FLAME JOBS
$501-1000 - T-BUCKETS
$1001-2500 - SUPERCHARGERS
$2501-5000 - KUSTOMIZERS
over $5000 - BIG DADDIES

4.

Future plans for Gemini CollisionWorks? As in probably next year?

We will be bringing back Daniel McKleinfeld's intense and wonderful documentary play, A Little Piece of the Sun, which premiered under Daniel's direction and our design in the 2001 NY Fringe Festival.

We are looking to do a new production of Richard Foreman's play George Bataille's Bathrobe.

We are creating an original piece about space opera of the mid-20th Century.

And we are planning - would you believe? - a family-friendly puppet show, conceived and supervised by Berit - illustrating songs by some of our favorite popular music artists from Herbie Hancock to Devo to The Sonics to several others.

We'll see what happens . . .

hope to see you at our shows next year, and thanks for your continued support,

Ian W. Hill, arts
Berit Johnson, crafts
Gemini CollisionWorks

Gemini CollisionWorks is a sponsored project of Fractured Atlas, a non-profit arts service organization. Contributions in behalf of Gemini CollisionWorks may be made payable to Fractured Atlas and are tax-deductible to the extent permitted by law.

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collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
And here are the last three parts of the series I wrote for The Brick's blog.

A big thanks to Jeff Lewonczyk for editing these things for over at that blog, and all at The Brick for their assistance in making these shows happen.

Part 5: On HARRY IN LOVE )



Part 6: On HARRY, Some More )

Part 7: Postscript )

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
Now that the three shows are over, for those who didn't bother to click over and read the seven pieces I wrote about them, Berit, and myself at The Brick's blog, B(rick)log, to promote the shows through that outlet, I might as well reprint the whole series here for your dining and dancing pleasure..

Some of them are pretty long, so I'll put them each behind their own cut, and you can look at them as you please and at your leisure.

Here's the first four - an intro to the company, and pieces about Everything Must Go and Spell:

Part 1: INTRODUCTION )



Part 2: On EVERYTHING MUST GO )

Part 3: On EVERYTHING MUST GO and SPELL )

Part 4: On SPELL )

collisionwork: (Great Director)
The 57th, 58th, and 59th shows I've directed/designed in NYC since 1997 have been put to bed.

Thanks to all who came out and supported them.

I'll have more of a post-mortem soon (if revving up for the Clown Festival doesn't take over my life TOO much), but Berit™ and I are taking two days to do nothing or whatever damned thing we feel like, and I have some ideas.

For example, whenever I've been driving to The Brick and feeling particularly stressed and harried, and it's been a beautiful day as I drive under the Brooklyn Heights and I look across the East River towards the South Street Seaport, and there are boats on the water and it all looks so peaceful and lovely out there . . . I just wish I was sitting over there on a dock or promontory, looking at the water and eating a cone of swirled soft-serve ice-cream-style product. I may try and do this tomorrow. If it's actually a nice day.

In the meantime, show promotion for someone else who deserves it and could apparently use the help:
Michael Laurence in KRAPP, 39

Michael Laurence in Krapp, 39, photo © 2008 by Dixie Sheridan

As I mentioned before, I saw my old friend Michael in a solo show he wrote/performed in the Fringe (directed by another old friend, George Demas) called Krapp, 39, which I loved. Now, some of my love may have come from personal knowledge and shared history, but apart from me, the show was one of the big hits of the Fest, and got great reviews all over the place.

I had mentioned it before, not really thinking I could promote it, as I saw the penultimate Fringe show, and was pretty sure the last one was sold out. Well, I forgot the Fringe does indeed extend the more popular shows that it can, and Michael & George's show will be playing another six shows at the larger Barrow Street Theatre in the West Village, rather than down at the small space at Pace where it was.

So - it's a great show, and well worth $18 if you can spend money on theatre. And especially if you can see it soon . . . they weren't able to announce the extension until today, of course, and the first show is this Thursday the 28th at 7.00 pm, so I know they're looking for house. After that, it plays 5 more times to September 14.

Look interesting? Then it is. Check it out.

Berit™ and I had a nice dinner at the Lazy Catfish after the last show last night and discussed next August.

We are definitely planning on doing Daniel McKleinfeld's documentary play A Little Piece of the Sun, which we worked on the original production of back in FringeNYC 2001 (she stage managed/made props; I acted/designed sets and lights). I am still thinking of doing Foreman's George Bataille's Bathrobe - though it wouldn't be the USA premiere; I forgot Yelena Gluzman actually directed it in the 2nd ForemanFest (I can't keep straight what we did and didn't do in those Fests).

And we're thinking of an original show that has something to do with a 1930s-1950s USA view of science fiction (really space opera). Rocky Jones. Commando Cody. Brass and leather and wood and glass and so forth. Republic movie serials. Professional men and women in snappy suits and hats doing their jobs, but with impossible jet packs and rockets and things. Don't forget your space-beams, men! The Crimson Ghost is planning on magnetizing the entire Southwest! Why do the Radar Men from the Moon need to rob Earth banks for their nefarious plot?

But what is it ABOUT? Don't know yet, but there's something there itching at me. When we go up to Maine, we will research this and see where it takes us.

We also have our long-gestating puppet show to work on.

But first . . . CLOWNS.

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
Final post in connection with the three August shows is up at The Brick's blog, B(rick)log.

The post itself is HERE.

Primarily, as mentioned in the previous post here, about influences, and containing several videos from Frank Zappa, Ernie Kovacs, and Negativland, and a mention of Harvey Kurtzman.

Don't play ball.

collisionwork: (mary worth)
As we swing into the last days and performances of Gemini CollisionWorks' month at The Brick, some final media attention has appeared, which is always appreciated, no matter where and when (well, not really, but close enough).

A nice blurb at Gothamist, which may not linger there forever, so I'll reprint it here for archival purposes:

When future theater historians look back on underground auteur Ian W. Hill, they may well wonder, "Was this one man or one hundred?" Hill's month-long takeover of Williamsburg's Brick Theater – in which he's directing, performing, producing and probably simultaneously running lights and selling tickets for three productions (two of which he also wrote) – ends this weekend. Tonight is Everything Must Go (Invisible Republic #2), a play "in dance and fragmented businesspeak. A day in the life of 11 people working in an advertising agency as they toil on a major new automobile account, interspersed with backbiting, backstabbing, coffee breaks, office romances, motivational lectures, afternoon slumps, and a Mephistophelian boss who has his eye on a beautiful female Faust of an intern." Plus singing! – John Del Signore

"Was this one man or one hundred?"

One. Just one. One very VERY tired one.

Plus a Berit. One (1) Official Berit™ (several people have told me they want a Berit™, but I seem to have the only one).

Well, it's nice, and pretty much on the money (except, "singing?"- there's no singing in the show . . .). Also, of course I don't run lights - that's Berit™'s job - just projections for Spell and I only occasionally sell tickets when I can't get someone else.

Ah, I just found the other bit of press online - I thought it was only in the print edition of the Williamsburg Courier. Yeesh, that's the most unflattering photo of me ever in print . . . it looked bad enough in the print version but clearer and online? Yuck. Ladies and gentlemen, there he is, Mr. Pigmeat Markham. At least the first two paragraphs kinda explain WHY I look so sweaty and haggard (if you make the connection).

Yup, this is "A 'Hill' of a Time at The Brick in August." {sigh} Well, it's a nice piece that gets the facts pretty much right - though once again an article implies I was brought up by my dad in NYC when I tried to make it clear I'm from Cos Cob, CT and spent just weekends in the City (actually, it kinda mixes facts in a confusing way there - which may not be the writer's fault but an editor's - that's how it's happened before). Sorry, Mom.

And I should really stop being so hard on writers/editors using my last name in silly ways in headlines -- I remember writing for my school newspaper, and it's true, there NEVER seems to be a good headline for anything and you always make up something involving a name just to have something to put there, even if you're not happy with it.

It's not as bad as the critic who panned an evening of T.S. Eliot plays directed by myself and Edward Einhorn, who closed the review with a strange, non-sequitur comment on Edward's last name (about how it's German for "unicorn"). We were puzzled by the strange comment, until I went back and looked at the critic's other reviews and saw that he did this repeatedly when he had no way "out" of a review - find someone in the company with a last name he could make a multi-lingual pun out of, and then do it in a way that reflected his like or dislike of the show, no matter how forced it was. Pathetic. Really, really pathetic.

Sometimes the noun of a last name can be fun - I hung out in school a few times with a bunch of friends whose last names were all nouns or adjectives, and I had the most "normal" one - David Gay, Charles Virgin, Mike Little (who at 16 years old was 6'5", burly, and massively bearded), and Mike Newsom (which didn't really count, but you could elide it enough to sound like "nuisance" if you wanted). So when we were together (or in various combos) we could introduce ourselves like, "He's Gay, he's a Virgin, he's Little, I'm a Hill, and he's a New-s-s-m . . ." I think on one occasion James Wise was there and got thrown into the mix.

Chuck Virgin started that, I think. Funny guy. Must have run in his family - his parents named his sister "Mary." Really.

Anyway, what's in a name?

Jesus, What a Name

Just for fun, here's some more videos behind a cut - these are all leftovers from a post I made up for B(rick)log about influences, from the band Negativland or from Frank Zappa. These didn't fit the post, but I like 'em, so here they are:

There's no business like . . . )



Enjoy.

collisionwork: (spaghetti cat)
The last two nights have contained the penultimate show of Everything Must Go and the antepenultimate show of Spell. Tonight, the penultimate Harry in Love.

(I was friends with a Classics teacher at Northfield Mount Hermon - I never studied Greek or Latin but I was interested in it and we had interesting "language" talks - who was VERY firm, correctly, on the proper use of "penultimate," and the word and its variants have been stuck in my head, to be used far too often, ever since)

Nice houses, in both size and reaction, mostly. Spell is a hard show to get right on both sides of the text - performers and audience - and if you imagine, as I do, the actual "work," what the play is, what we're striving to accomplish, the connection, the communication, as an abstracted straight line with arrows at either end hanging in the air between stage and house, essentially connecting work and auditors, then Wednesday's Spell was a bit more as if that line broke apart and forked off into multiple smaller lines with arrows at the ends of them shooting off at stage and house - some hitting the performers and perceivers, some shooting off around them into walls, ceiling, and everywhere else.

The more I do this, the more it all boils down into purely technical things - the internal, "emotional" stuff will take care of itself, the text will take care of itself, if the rhythm and cadences, pace, focus, diction, projection, intensity, blocking, and light are all given the proper attention.

(and, yes, there's been some snippiness recently from playwrights - appropriately - on some blogs recently about directors using the word "text" when they mean "play," but I often do use "texts" rather than "plays" - not sure what the difference is exactly, but I know it when I see it - Spell and Harry in Love are "plays," EMG and the NECROPOLIS shows are "texts")

Especially focus. Everything else is almost a subset of that. I joke about it in Everything Must Go, but it's all about focus, focus, focus. Too many distractions going on too much of the time these days. Not enough focus. I'm getting old and crotchety here.

(hell, I always was - once I was at breakfast in my boarding school dorm, and the aforementioned Classics teacher, Scot Hicks - who of course had to have been in his mid-20s or so at this time - came in to the cafeteria, saw me, sat down at the table with a big grin on his face, and announced, "Ian, I've figured out what you are! You're a CURMUDGEON!" - I was 17 and I guess it's only gotten worse . . .)

In any case, Harry tonight. I am completely at a point of looking forward to the shows themselves, but dreading everything I have to do around them. I SO don't want to go and put up the Harry set, but . . . well, you gotta do what you gotta do.

I really need to figure out a proper photo call for each show, too.

Meanwhile, this morning, what does the iPod come up with as the first Random Ten from 26,103 tracks?

1. "Come On Down Maryann" - Ohio Express - Bubblegum Classics Vol. 5
2. "When the Record Goes Around" - The Playmates - Playmates Golden Classics
3. "Little Palaces" - Elvis Costello & The Costello Show - King of America
4. "Reject" - Green Day - Nimrod
5. "Watcha Gonna Do?" - The Evil - The Montells/The Evil LP
6. "Fingertips (banjo)" - They Might Be Giants - Apollo 18
7. "It's a Monsters' Holiday" - Buck Owens - (It's a) Monsters' Holiday
8. "Heart of Gold" - Johnny Cash - Unearthed
9. "Johnny Lee's Mood" - John Lee Hooker - Alternative Boogie 1948-1952
10. "Freak Trim (Kim Outs a Big Idea) - The Mothers of Invention - the MOFO project/object

Oh, hey, I got some new cat photos, too - most just from the last half hour, though Berit took this one a few days ago . . .
Moni Hug on Couch

I went around trying to get a good photo of Hooker this morning, but for once, he was pulling the Moni act and not holding still for a moment:
Fuzzy Hooker

And that's the best I could get. I went looking for Moni, figuring she'd be somewhere near the sleeping Berit, which she was, but it was hard to find her . . .
Moni and Berit's Foot

Hey, there she is, on the dirty clothes pile at the end of the bed, just above Berit's foot . . .
Moni on Dirty Clothes

Okay, off to finish the other blog post and get over to The Brick early so I can get the place set up and then actually relax for a while so I'm ready to do the show . . .

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
The penultimate installment of my posts at The Brick's blog, B(rick)log is up, HERE. It's listed as being the last, but I'll have a postscript entry up later today - just some influential videos to wrap it all up - maybe late for any kind of promotional purposes, but what the hell, it'll feel more structurally sound to me.

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I've written two posts on Harry in Love: A Manic Vaudeville for The Brick's blog.

Part One is up now, HERE.

Part Two should be up tomorrow morning.

Though these are referred to as the last two there, I actually intend for there to be one more after these - maybe tomorrow afternoon - a final summary one with influential videoclips.

Now, off to tonight's Everything Must Go . . .

Richard Foreman
Reverberation Machines - Foreman
My Head Was a Sledgehammer
Dark Star poster

collisionwork: (spaghetti cat)
Two days off from shows again. {sigh} Nice, but I'm ready to get back to work.

Monday - did nothing.

Yesterday, Brick staff meeting in the evening, but before that I got to see a great show in the Fringe: Krapp, 39 by my old friends Michael Laurence (writer/performer) and George Demas (director). George, Michael, and I were part of the same theatre tribe for several years, around 1989-1994 or so. I probably hadn't seen either of them for 12 or 13 years, though.

The show was amazing - you can read about it at the link above or elsewhere - it's gotten great reviews, except in Backstage, which didn't get it - but it's only playing one more time in the fest, and is almost certainly sold out. Hopefully, Michael and George will bring it back and do more with it or something, so if that happens, jump on it.

The show, which is about being a young artist hitting the age where he's definitely not young anymore, was funny and touching and very depressing for me, as a contemporary and friend of Michael, who knew a number of the places and times and people he was talking about - including the brilliant, wonderful, talented, drug-addicted friend from that time who didn't make it to this one.

I talked with Berit a bit last night about the show, and that tribe of people, most of whom came out of NYU/Tisch from about 1989-1992, and she pointed out how unusual it was that ALL of them are still doing theatre - it seems like none of us gave it up at all (except the actress who had to make the decision between acting and rock band fronting, who chose the latter), which is VERY unusual. It seems like at least a third of the people I've known along the way in theatre or any of the arts got frustrated and dropped out and went back to school or found a different career, but none of us from that particular group have (day jobs to support theatre not counting).

With us, it was like how David Thomas of Pere Ubu describes the rock 'n rollers from Cleveland in the early 70s - like being Communists in the 20s - if you're too young and the dream is too strong, you can never get rid of it, you just have to follow it all the way. You have no choice.

After the show I got to hang and have a drink and catch up with Michael (after he talked to Eric Bogosian, who was there - Michael's acted in a couple of his plays) across the street at The Beekman - which, having had nearly nothing to eat, went right to my head and required a visit to the nearby Ruben's Empenadas at 64 Fulton Street, which I always like to hit when in that area (my dad and stepmom had a loft in that building in the 70s and I have fond memories of Ruben's) - apparently they're all OVER the city now, but reviews seem to say the original place on Fulton is still the best, though Ruben has nothing to do with them anymore, I think. A couple of fine meat pies cleared my head and had me ready for the Brick staff meeting (where more drinking was done, so I was tipsy again soon enough).

In the days off, I've been able to enjoy myself with the perusal and collection of a number of silly things found on YouTube. Very silly. Almost sophomoric (what did Michael O'Donoghue say? "'Sophomoric' is the liberal code for 'funny."").

So here's five videos that made me laugh to the point of tears or well beyond it, behind the cut:

David Lee Roth Flies, a Preacher Breaks Wind, the Daleks Meet Benny Hill, a Cat Eats Spaghetti, and the Large Hadron Rap )



Enjoy.

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The next installment of my notes on the three shows I have currently up at The Brick is now up at The Brick's blog, HERE.
The Devils - poster
Oliver Reed - The Devils

That is all.

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Here's the final promo email which I just sent out to the GCW list.

Anyone out there want to be on the mailing list and isn't getting these? Let me know - some of you may be getting them bounced because a) they're sent by BCC; b) they're sent from AOL; c) both of the above.

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You're getting this because you are on the GEMINI COLLISIONWORKS/Ian W. Hill/Berit Johnson email list - if you wish to be taken off it, please reply with REMOVE in the subject line.

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Oh, and -- if you've seen any of these plays, or plan to, please be aware that all three are registered with

THE NEW YORK INNOVATIVE THEATRE AWARDS
http://www.nyitawards.com/

and 25% of the judging for the awards is based on audience reaction. If you've seen the shows (or once you have seen them) PLEASE go to the site listed above to register and vote for our shows!

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ONE WEEKEND LEFT!
SEVEN PERFORMANCES LEFT!

THE TRIO OF GEMINI COLLISIONWORKS PRODUCTIONS AT THE BRICK ARE ALMOST GONE . . .

LAST CHANCE TO SEE . . .


SPELL - postcard front

Spell

a play by Ian W. Hill

" . . . like a wall-sized Brueghel painting, a sight to contemplate."
- Ellen Wernecke, EDGE


ONLY THREE PERFORMANCES LEFT!

Wednesday, August 20 at 8.00 pm
Saturday, August 23 at 4.00 pm
Sunday, August 24 at 8.00 pm

The story of a woman in trouble. Locked inside a cell (which might, or might as well, be her mind), an American woman who has committed a horrible, murderous act for what she considers patriotic reasons, but which she can only vaguely remember, is interrogated by military and medical figures as the voices in her head try to defend or attack her. A meditation on - among other things - whether violence can ever be justified, and if so, what limits are there?

with Olivia Baseman *, Fred Backus, Gavin Starr Kendall, Samantha Mason, Iracel Rivero, Alyssa Simon*, Moira Stone*, Liz Toft, Jeanie Tse, Rasmus Max Wirth, and Rasha Zamamiri.

EVERYTHING MUST GO - postcard front

Everything Must Go (Invisible Republic #2)

a play in dance and speeches by Ian W. Hill

ONLY TWO PERFORMANCES LEFT!

Thursday, August 21 at 8.00 pm
Saturday, August 23 at 8.00 pm

A play in dance and fragmented businesspeak. A day in the life of 11 people working in an advertising agency as they toil on a major new automobile account, interspersed with backbiting, backstabbing, coffee breaks, office romances, motivational lectures, afternoon slumps, and a Mephistophelian boss who has his eye on a beautiful female Faust of an intern. The day is comprised of endless awful business jargon interspersed with outbreaks of the musical-theatre inner life of the characters to a bizarre mix of musical styles and artists from the 1920s to the present

performed and choreographed by Gyda Arber, David Arthur Bachrach*, Becky Byers, Patrick Cann, Maggie Cino, Tory Dube, Sarah Malinda Engelke*, Ian W. Hill, Dina Rose*, Ariana Seigel, and Julia Sun.

HARRY IN LOVE - postcard front

Harry in Love
A Manic Vaudeville


a comedy by Richard Foreman
"In terms of skill and command, Hill and his company are in peak form here. I'm not sure that you'll ever see a Foreman play so successfully and accessibly mounted outside the Ontological Theatre."
- Martin Denton, nytheatre.com


ONLY TWO PERFORMANCES LEFT!

Friday, August 22 at 7.30 pm
Sunday, August 24 at 4.00 pm

Harry Rosenfeld is a big, neurotic, unnerved and unnerving man who believes his wife, Hild a, is planning to cheat on him (and he seems to be right). His response: drug her coffee and keep her knocked out until her paramour goes away. The plan works about as well as should be expected and, over several days, a number of people – the paramour, a doctor, Hilda’s brother, and an "innocent” bystander - are sucked into Harry's manic, snowballing energy as it becomes an eventual avalanche of (hysterically funny) psychosis. Who wrote this crazed farce? Well, before he became known as the writer-director-designer of his groundbreaking and legendary abstract stage spectacles, Richard Foreman was seen as a promising playwright in a more, shall we say, traditional mode, writing “normal” plays with standard structures, characters, settings, and events, unlike those that he was to become known for from 1968 onward.

with Walter Brandes*, Josephine Cashman*, Ian W. Hill, Tom Reid, Ken Simon*, and Darius Stone*.

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ALL SHOWS:

designed and directed by Ian W. Hill
assisted by Berit Johnson


at
The Brick
575 Metropolitan Avenue, Williamsburg, Brooklyn 11211
½ a block from the Lorimer stop of the L Train / Metropolitan-Grand stop of the G Train
www.bricktheater.com

All tickets $15.00

Tickets available at the door
or through www.theatermania.com
(212-352-3101 or toll-free: 1-866-811-4111)
Want to see all three shows for the price of two? Preorder them here:
https://www.ovationtix.com/trs/store/122

* Appears Courtesy of Actors Equity Association

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hope to see you at the shows, and thanks for your continued support,

Ian W. Hill, arts
Berit Johnson, crafts
Gemini CollisionWorks

Gemini CollisionWorks is a sponsored project of Fractured Atlas, a non-profit arts service organization. Contributions in behalf of Gemini CollisionWorks may be made payable to Fractured Atlas and are tax-deductible to the extent permitted by law.

https://www.fracturedatlas.org/donate/1394

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New Blue

Aug. 19th, 2008 12:52 am
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When I was a fairly young film geek, my dad and stepmom gave me Manny Farber's classic collection of film writing, Negative Space.

I enjoyed a lot of it, but was often hung up by his negative opinions of films and filmmakers I held dear, who he could slight greatly with a brief, cutting remark. So I didn't go back to Farber much for years. Eventually, I did, at an age where I could defend, in my head at least, the artists I loved from Farber's disapprobrium while appreciating his insights, which were great.

His most famous essay, "White Elephant Art vs. Termite Art" is one of the great statements of 20th Century criticism, and I can't recommend it highly enough (even if it too slams artists I revere - the argument is sound, if I think his examples are sometimes off).

Manny Farber died yesterday at the age of 91. The film geek world mourns.

A great overview of Farber and the many reactions to his death (and details of his life and work) can be found HERE at Movie City Indie.

Girish Shambu wrote a piece over two years ago on Farber's most famous essay HERE, and while he has the same problem with some of Farber's distastes for his favorites that I do, he starts a good discussion on the essay (with lengthy quotes) that continues into the comments.

Paul Schrader, film critic-turned-filmmaker, owns a painting by Farber, Untitled: New Blue, and made a short film about it, its creation, and Farber (backed by one of my favorite Philip Glass piano pieces, "Wichita Vortex Sutra"), which can be seen at his site HERE.

. . . [what] termite art aims at: buglike immersion in a small area without point or aim, and, over all, concentration on nailing down one moment without glamorizing it, but forgetting this accomplishment as soon as it has been passed; the feeling that all is expendable, that it can be chopped up and flung down in a different arrangement without ruin.

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My third entry on The Brick's blog, B(rick)log, concerning some of the inspirations and connections for and between Spell and Everything Must Go, is up, HERE.

Among the influences discussed:

Richard Hamilton - Today's Homes
John Heartfield - Butter

Today, rest. Three more performances of Spell, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday; two more of Everything Must Go, Thursday and Saturday; and two more of Harry in Love, Friday and Sunday.

SPELL - Ann & The Janes

Moira Stone, Fred Backus, and Alyssa Simon in Spell, from the tech booth, a couple of performances ago.

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