collisionwork: (philip guston)
This coming week, in the midst of all this craziness, I'm also involved in two projects by noted author and fabulist Mr. Trav S.D. that may be of interest. Hope to see some of you there - here's the promo email Trav sent out:


* * TWO SINGULAR LOW-COST ENTERTAINMENT EXPERIENCES CAN BE YOURS THIS COMING WEEK * *

Sunday, July 22, 4pm
SEA OF LOVE
at Coney Island USA , 1208 Surf Avenue, Coney Island, Brooklyn
Admission: $5

Trav S.D. revives his outlandish sex comedy, which was inspired by the Coney Island Mermaid Parade, for a special reading in honor of its 25th anniversary. With him on deck are Peter Brown as Bildad, Gyda Arber as Gidget, Lisa Barnes as Mrs. Paul, Ian W. Hill as Long John Long and Robert Pinnock as Poseidon, God of the Slinky Seas. It’s all part of the Coney Island Museum’s Ask the Expert series.


Tuesday, July 24, 8pm (7:30 sign-up)
THE MOXIE SHOW
at Collective: Unconscious, 279 Church Street, Tribeca, Manhattan
Admission: $5

Trav S.D. and Robert Pinnock host this eclectic mix of an old-time variety show (and Moxie infomercial) and a modern day open mike night. Featuring Deejay Ian W. Hill as the Voice of Moxie, Alexis Sottile’s new band Children of the People (a.k.a People of the Children), the Brain-Mind Debates, and hopefully YOU! That’s right. We’re seeking sketch comedy groups, stand-up comedians, poets, musicians, puppeteers, magicians etc etc to show their work. Door prizes for random audience members as well as prizes for those acts showing the most MOXIE, democratically elected using the world’s oldest approval device, the applause-o-meter. The inaugural edition is part of The Underground Zero Festival, but look for us every second and fourth Tuesday at Collective: Unconscious thereafter. Come help contribute to the downfall of Western Civilization.


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(I am also responsible for the supply of actual cans of cold, crisp, refreshing Moxie for the latter show - I bring it back in bulk from my trips to Maine, as it can't be found anywhere in NYC! Yankees, take note and get it here!)


Moxie Festival - 7/8/06

collisionwork: (mark rothko)
Hmmn. Well, I don't exactly mind the result of this little quiz - designed to tell you what book you are . . .





You're Ulysses!

by James Joyce

Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.



Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.


(thanks to Alison and Mark)

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
The Brick Theater, Inc. presents a Gemini CollisionWorks production of


The Hobo Got Too High


written by Marc Spitz
designed and directed by Ian W. Hill


Saturday, August 4, 11, and 18
and Friday, August 10 and 17
at 10.30 pm
Friday, August 24
and Saturday, August 25
at 8.00 pm
matinee: Saturday, August 25 at 4.00 pm


Bug Blowmonkey loves music. Bug Blowmonkey loves a woman. Bug Blowmonkey loves cocaine. Two of these things are good for him, but the other one is messing him up. Bad. Wanna take a guess which one? Bug knows the blow is taking him down a dark path, but can’t quit it on his own. Luckily, he has a spirit guide to help him out of his hole, and towards the “light” he seeks: Marvin Gaye. Granted, Marvin is also a drug-addled paranoiac (and dead for 20 years), but beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to spirit guides, it seems. Will Bug, with the help of Marvin Gaye and a stuffed buffalo in The Museum of Natural History, be able to overcome his addiction and fight the haunting, taunting spirit of the girlfriend he lost to win the heart of a new woman in his life, who may be able to save him from himself? Will he find his “light?” Will he figure out why every person he sleeps with has a tail? Will this whole story be told in a fast, jumpy, non-linear style, full of hysterical one-liners and astonishing situations?

At least three of these questions will be answered in a viewing of Marc Spitz’s play, The Hobo Got Too High, which now reappears in Ian W. Hill’s restaging of pretty much his original production from 2000 with pretty much the original cast. It got so little attention then, it might as well be a premiere now, and Gemini CollisionWorks is bringing it back with the hope of having a few more people falling out of their chairs, laughing, than they did the first time (and that actually was no small amount then).

Spitz – often described, probably to the point of his being tired of it, as “a downtown Oscar Wilde” – is known for his distanced, ironic, comic sensibility in his plays. Hill – often described, with deep inaccuracy, as a “protégé” of Richard Foreman – is known for a stylized, abstracted, presentational directorial style. What do these two share? A deep love and understanding of rock and roll music, and a hidden romantic, sentimental side. Put them together in this play, and you get a production that feels like a great eclectic mix tape, moving from the lugubrious sadness of Leonard Cohen to the jumpiness of The Velvet Underground to the wistfulness of Michael Nesmith to the pure pop of The Lightning Seeds to the deep soul of Marvin Gaye.

The Hobo Got Too High is an hour of sex, drugs, rock and roll, romance, nonsequiturs, vast numbers of curse words, retractable penises, and an appraisal of Diane Lane’s breasts. All for a sawbuck. You may not see better value for your theatrical dollar anytime soon.

The Hobo Got Too High is performed by Rasheed Hinds, Ian W. Hill, Roger Nasser, and Jessica Savage.


60 minutes – no intermission

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
The Brick Theater, Inc. presents a Gemini CollisionWorks production of


NECROPOLIS #0&3:
Kiss Me, Succubus
&
At the Mountains of Slumberland



written, designed and directed by Ian W. Hill


Wednesday, August 8, 15, and 22
Thursday, August 23
Saturday, August 18

and Sunday, August 26 at 8.00 pm
matinees: Saturday, August 11 and Sunday, August 12 at 4.00 pm


Two dreams – a nightmare and a fantasy. But which is which? An adult’s dream of sex, violence and cinema. A child’s dream of other, wondrous worlds, monsters, fantastic machines, and heroes. How do these dreams connect? How do our childhood fantasies form our adult personalities?

Here, two early one-acts in The NECROPOLIS SERIES (a collection of what creator Ian W. Hill calls “dubbed, theatrical dream-elegies for dead or dying art forms of the 20th Century”) are being brought back and performed in repertory with the acclaimed two-part film noir pastiche NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed.

In Kiss Me, Succubus, a group of indolent, rich, decadent (yet bored) 1960s jet-setters encounter a group of what they believe to be porn movie actors at a party and invite them home, thinking they will provide at least an evening’s amusement. Instead, their guests prove to have a far more horrible, supernatural intent in mind, and the hosts are soon trapped and fighting for their lives in a strange, hallucinatory world of sex, violence, sexual violence, and word games. Based on the arty 1960s sex-and-horror exploitation films of Jesus Franco, Radley Metzger, Jean Rollin and many others, Kiss Me, Succubus is a tribute to both the over-the-top melodrama and unintentional comedy of those movies, while also attempting to capture the strangeness, visual beauty, and ultimately moving qualities the best of them possess.

At the Mountains of Slumberland features the classic Winsor McCay comic strip character, Little Nemo, who here falls asleep (as usual in the comics) but here finds himself stuck in the universe of H.P. Lovecraft’s horror stories rather than in his usual charming Slumberland. Nemo must make his way through a more nightmarish landscape than usual, with the help of his guide, Randolph Carter, fighting Lovecraft’s dark, squamous gods, The Old Ones, and, ultimately, a surprising human enemy. Performed as a series of comic strip panels, At the Mountains of Slumberland is a study in how dreams affect art, and how art affects dreams.

As with all productions in the NECROPOLIS series, these two shows are primarily made up of collaged text from the original source materials and are performed “dubbed,” with all dialogue, sound effects, and music prerecorded and played behind the actors, who enact it as a complex, choreographed movement piece.

The company of NECROPOLIS #0&3 includes Gyda Arber, Peter Bean, Linda Blackstock, Jody Christopherson, Bryan Enk, Stacia French, Ian W. Hill, Amy Liszka, Robert Pinnock, Jessica Savage, Alyssa Simon, Douglas Scott Sorenson, Sammy Tunis, and Art Wallace. NECROPOLIS #0&3 is an Equity-Approved Showcase.


100 minutes – one intermission

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
The Brick Theater, Inc. presents a Gemini CollisionWorks production of


NECROPOLIS #1&2:
World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed



written, designed and directed by Ian W. Hill


Saturday, August 4 and 11
Thursday, August 9 and 16
Friday, August 10 and 17
and Sunday, August 12 at 8.00 pm
matinee: Saturday, August 18 at 4.00 pm


The sheer size, scope and ambition of Ian W. Hill’s vision in World Gone Wrong dazzles and boggles. Who does this guy think he is . . ? . . . laugh-out-loud hilarious, the way the first episodes of Twin Peaks were . . . theatre that delights and challenges and jolts even as it prods and pokes at its audience . . . ultimately form and content collide and then reinforce one another, creating a theatrical experience as dense as it is unique.
-- from Martin Denton’s review of the 2005 production at nytheatre.com


Against the constantly changing backdrop of projected black-and-white stills, the cryptic mix of wisecracking wordplay, melodramatic excess and metaphysical world-weariness achieves a breathtaking effect, amplified by moments of recognition . . . stunning style and tour-de-force text . . .
– from Jessica Branch’s review of the 2005 production in Time Out New York



A world where the leaders lie, cheat, steal and murder. A world where Art and Science and Beauty and Reason are no longer valued. A world where survival means selling out, and trying to do the “right thing” means failure as a human being. A familiar place? Yes, of course, it is the fictional, 1940’s world of film noir, nothing like our own present world at all, right? Right? Or has noir come true, and we’re all living in a world gone wrong?

Combining a cast of 21 in precision choreography with slides and an entirely pre-recorded collage soundtrack, World Gone Wrong (as the long-titled show is known for short) is a celebration of the ability to stay true to, and fight for, one’s own convictions in a land where “moral values” is just a mask that hides greed, hatred, fear, backstabbing, and lies. World Gone Wrong is a film noir pastiche-play consisting of dialogue from over 150 noirs, as well as quotes from our current U.S. Administration and other pertinent sources, combined into an original spellbinding, semiabstract, dreamlike tale of corruption, betrayal, and revenge.

As with all productions in the NECROPOLIS series, this production is primarily made up of collaged text from the original source materials and is performed “dubbed,” with all dialogue, sound effects, and music prerecorded and played behind the actors, who enact it as a complex, choreographed movement piece.

The cast of World Gone Wrong includes Gyda Arber, Aaron Baker, Olivia Baseman, Danny Bowes, Jai Catalano, Rebecca Collins, Bryan Enk, Stacia French, Ian W. Hill, Christiaan Koop, Mateo Moreno, Roger Nasser, Robert Pinnock, Iracel Rivero, Yvonne Roen, Jessica Savage, Alyssa Simon, Ken Simon, Adam Swiderski, Sammy Tunis, and Art Wallace. World Gone Wrong is an Equity-Approved Showcase.


Production and publicity photos from the 2005 production of World Gone Wrong – featuring the actors returning in this production – may be found at:


http://flickr.com/photos/geminicollisionworks/tags/wgwaugust2007/


105 minutes – no intermission

collisionwork: (Great Director)
So today I got to pretty much stay home. We (berit and I) have been nuts, running around busy on one thing or another, for days and days now. Between auditioning people for the casts of the four August plays, having individual meetings with the new cast members, having rehearsals with larger groups, and dealing with the administrative stuff, it's been crazy.

On top of it, we were also involved in Edward Einhorn/Untitled Theater Co. #61's presentations for this past week in Suzan-Lori Parks' 365 Plays/365 Days. I directed 2 Writers Digging Bach and Antaeus, and I think they both went quite well. It was Edward's conceit that all the plays had to be finished through audience participation, and it took me a bit to figure out how to make my two plays work that way, but I wound up making it work very well I think. I'm too tired to detail it now. Some other time. I did get a bit lucky that there were actors in the audience I knew could pull it off well - one play needed a man, the other a woman - so I was lucky to have Robert Honeywell, John Hagen, Yolanda Hawkins, and Linda Blackstock out there on Saturday and Sunday.

Also had a rehearsal for a reading of Trav S.D.'s Sea of Love which I'm in this coming Sunday out in Coney Island. Promo for that in a little bit.

Almost done with the casting for August. Still need one or two actors (depending on if one I've asked to be in the show accepts). Two and a half weeks until we open World Gone Wrong and The Hobo Got Too High. Crazy. Well, we can do it. Hobo is easy enough. WGW will be a bear, with all the tech that has to be done well in advance. Think we're okay, though. Luckily, we seem to have a good number of people who can do weekday daytime rehearsals, so I can get plenty done then. Both of those shows are completely cast.


I also got all the press materials out, so in lieu of anything else to put up here right now, I guess I'll put up the releases for each of the three programs. First, here, the cover sheet for the whole month of shows - then I'll do a separate entry for the other releases.


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The Brick Theater, Inc. presents a month of productions from Gemini CollisionWorks, featuring


The NECROPOLIS Series by Ian W. Hill:
NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed
NECROPOLIS #0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus
& At the Mountains of Slumberland


The Hobo Got Too High
by Marc Spitz


all shows designed and directed by Ian W. Hill


August 4 through 26, 2007
at The Brick, 575 Metropolitan Avenue, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
one block from the Lorimer stop of the L train / Metropolitan stop of the G train

all tickets: $10.00 -- available at the door (cash only)
or through Theatermania.com: 212-352-3101


July 16, 2007 – The Brick and Gemini CollisionWorks are pleased to bring together, for the first time, parts 0-3 of Ian W. Hill’s The NECROPOLIS Series – a collection of what their creator calls “dubbed, theatrical dream-elegies for dead or dying art forms of the 20th Century.” The productions in the NECROPOLIS series consist of collaged text from unlikely, but thematically-linked source materials, which is then performed “dubbed,” with all dialogue, sound effects, and music prerecorded and played behind the actors, who enact it as a complex, choreographed movement piece.

NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed is a restaging of the acclaimed film noir pastiche that premiered at The Brick in 2005. NECROPOLIS #0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus & At the Mountains of Slumberland are two shorter works, originally from 2000 and 2001, that combine, respectively, softcore-porn and horror films of the 1960s, and then the fantasy literature of Winsor McCay (“Little Nemo”) and H.P. Lovecraft, into a pair of hypnotic, hallucinatory dream-landscapes.

The Hobo Got Too High is a completely different kind of play – a hysterical, romantic farce about a cokehead/rock and roll fanatic who is trying to get clean with the help of his spirit guide, Marvin Gaye – written by novelist, playwright, and music critic Marc Spitz.

Designer/director Ian W. Hill has, with his company Gemini CollisionWorks, created 50 productions in NYC since 1997, including world premieres of plays by Richard Foreman, Mark Spitz, and Eugène Ionesco. He is the former artistic director of the Nada Classic theatre and co-produced several acclaimed festivals at that space, and is now the facilities manager of The Brick.

For print-ready photos or additional information about these plays or Gemini CollisionWorks please contact Jeff Lewonczyk at XXX-XXX-XXXX

collisionwork: (philip guston)
Oh, lots o'stress over the August shows. Scheduling hell. Casting hell. Bureaucracy hell.

I don't have a good way of relaxing. Berit relaxes by playing Guitar Hero II. I enjoy it, but it's not quite my bag, especially with Berit so great at it and me so mediocre.

However, I become perfectly relaxed watching a couple of gorillas play Guitar Hero II. Maybe if I watch this enough, I'll lose all worry about the shows . . .


(I think the background setting of someone's garage really helps make this)

collisionwork: (music listening)
At The Brick to audition another actor for the August shows. Went well, but the drive over was a mess - must have been an accident on the BQE, because it just wasn't moving at all. Got off at Atlantic Avenue and went by surface streets all the way here, which was better (I could see the stopped traffic on the BQE next to me) but not great. Took me an hour to get here, so I was a little late (2-3 minutes) but the auditioner was cool about it.

And the iPod (21,118 songs) gave me a great soundtrack on the way, which actually went along with the varied driving, stopping, and starting again that I was going through from Gravesend to Williamsburg:


1. "I'm Ready" - Fats Domino - Very Best of Fats Domino
2. "Lovefingers" - Silver Apples - Silver Apples
3. "(Let's Have a) Party" - Wanda Jackson - All the Hits and More
4. "Atom Mind" - David Thomas - Datapanik in the Year Zero: Terminal Drive
5. "Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World" - The Ramones - Ramones
6. "The Kennedy March" - Joe Meek - Joe Meek Presents 304 Holloway Road
7. "Hard Times" - Public Image Ltd. - Happy?
8. "Light My Fire" - Erma Franklin & Jackie Wilson - Deep Covers
9. "That's How Heartaches Are Made" - Julie Grant - Count on Me! (The Complete Pye Sessions)
10. "Tsetse Fly" - Martin Denny - Afro-Desia
11. "Lonesome Cowboy Bill (early version) - The Velvet Underground - Loaded (Fully Loaded Edition)
12. "Runaway" - The Bel-Airs - More Surf Legends (and Rumors)
13. "I Wanna be Loved By You" - The Human Instinct - Oceanic Odyssey Vol 09
14. "Salvaje" - Los Saicos - Los Saicos
15. "Skinny Legs and All" - Joe Tex - Atlantic Rhythm & Blues vol 7 1967-1969
16. "The Duck" - Jackie Lee - Land of 1000 Dances vol. 1
17. "WFMU" - Crazy Mary - Live at WFMU
18. "Law (Earthlings on Fire" - David Bowie - Earthling
19. "Boy Is Gone" - Lyn & The Invaders - Girls in the Garage Vol. 1
20. "Animal Day" - Wall of Voodoo - Dark Continent


No more time, too much work. More soon.

collisionwork: (sign)
Hey ho, haven't done this in a while. Yup, here's the list of all the blogs I have in my Bloglines reader. And a few from my LJ Friends page, but not all -- I'm not sure they'd all want to be here.


And this is big enough to definitely go in a cut . ..


Not a Day Goes By . . . )

collisionwork: (lost highway)
This item will be of no interest or use to anyone else in the world but me or someone so close to me as the odds of them existing are as near nil as could be.


That is, the subset of the human race that has an obscure surf guitar instrumental handy, and who listens to Tom X. Chao's Peculiar Utterance of the Day.


But if you're that one unlikely person, this is worth it enough to mention. Otherwise, move along, folks.


1. Open and pause Tom's latest PUotD podcast, "I Love Maynard's Wine Gums!"


2. Then go to your iTunes or what have you and begin playing "Bandito" by The Pastel Six. This is available on the collection More Surf Legends (and Rumors).

(or, if you're me, just happen to have this song beginning to play on your iTunes when you open Tom's podcast and forget to turn it off)


3. You will now hear a humorous short monologue by Tom X. Chao accompanied beautifully by a backing track that somehow perfectly complements the piece in rhythm and tone (hopefully the timing is right). Enjoy it.


Thanks for your attention.

collisionwork: (Great Director)
Ah, the fun of deciding to come right off one of the biggest and most tiring projects you've ever done and overload yourself again immediately.


Gemini CollisionWorks (ie; me and Berit) pretty much have August to ourselves at The Brick, so, as mentioned before, I decided to take advantage of that by putting up a whole bunch of shows, namely NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed, NECROPOLIS #0&3: Kiss Me Succubus/At the Mountains of Slumberland, and The Hobo Got Too High.

Yeah, smart.

I figured as they were all shows I'd done before, and not technical monsters for the most part, no problem. I was also somewhat relying on having more members of the original casts back, for some reason (I only had the vague statements from some people that, yeah, they'd like to do that show again sometime). So there's been more running around to recast than I anticipated. I asked all the original cast members for World Gone Wrong and Hobo, and the ones I still thought would be interested from the other two shows, and wound up with less than half the casts for the NECROPOLIS plays, and three out of four for Hobo.

(having one of the original actors from World Gone Wrong marrying one from Slumberland with many of the other actors from those shows attending the wedding, which is in the middle of our run, or even being in the wedding party I believe, has not helped casting or scheduling either)

So, we sent out a notice on some lists of Glory Bowen's and Edward Einhorn's (thank, guys), and we had auditions these last three days.


MASSIVE SIDELINE HERE: I hate doing auditions. I hate the process, I hate everything about it. So generally I find people I like from within what Scott Walters and others are accurately calling "the tribe" and work with them over and over -- some time soon, when I have a moment (HA!) I should talk about The Tribe process of theatre, which is pretty much the model I've been working in for 11 years now, and how it works (and doesn't). One thing I've realized in seeing the posts about this idea is that the most fruitful tribes I've been a part of, as member or as boss (or, what I think is a more accurate term for this position in a tribe, "catalyst"), have all been based around a physical space - a theatre, a group of theatres, or a neighborhood. When the tribe becomes a single theatre company, it tends to turn in on itself and not work as well -- inbreeding produces defects. My old tribe was the one based around the L.E.S. theatres in general and the NADA theatres specifically (1996-2000), and when those lands grew barren, I and others wandered in the wilderness, foraging, until members of the tribe I had once been the catalyst for found themselves at The Brick, let the rest of us know it was a good home, with many trees and sweet water, and gradually we've brought much of the old tribe back together there, and stronger. Still, auditions are necessary to keep the tribe going - but in doing them, talking to the actors as people not as auditioners, and seeing if their mindset and personality fits the tribe, is as important as how well they can do the part. If so, great, more of us makes us stronger. Anyway . . .


Berit and I were amazed that for the first time in either of our experiences with a somewhat "open call," we didn't have any clunkers. Not a one. Amazing. All good actresses - and I normally have stopped using "actress" as a word distinct from "actor," but there's a point to be made there: I've only seen women thus far, and I still need men. At least three. The ratio of women to men I got from my casting announcement was 30:1. As in only one man actually responded. He wasn't able to make his audition time due to an emergency, and I'm hoping to meet him this afternoon. I have one other man to meet besides that. And, actually, I need one more man on top of that. So, I'm scrambling. What else is new?

But the women are set. I had three women have to drop out of World Gone Wrong in the last few days due to schedule conflicts, but luckily had good people from the auditions to step right in. So, I've asked six women from the auditions to come in and fill seven roles in three of the plays, and asked one man I know if he'd do another two parts. Three of the women, Jody, Olivia, and Sammy, have signed on. Three haven't yet responded. The guy is still thinking about it. I need at least another three men on top of that, and have only two to see. {sigh} Great. I'll make it work.

I haven't emailed the other women I saw to tell them "Sorry, no part for you" yet, as I may need them if one of the people I've asked says no. However, from their emails, I know that some of them have been looking at this blog . . . well, if that's you, you were great, but I asked someone else first, and if they say no, you're in.

(I can't stand saying no to actors who were perfectly good for a part, but someone else was just slightly more perfectly good than them -- oh, it drives me nuts!)


And hip hooray, one more actor, Amy, has just emailed after I typed all the above and accepted the hard-to-cast role of Little Nemo in Slumberland! Well, that makes my day, somewhat.


Amy wants to have a character meeting this afternoon, so I'll try and work that out. When working on this tight a schedule, with pretty much no rehearsals where you can actually get the whole cast together in one place at one time, and very few rehearsals in any case, it's a hugely good idea to have as many individual meetings with the performers where you mostly sit and go over the script line-by-line, moment-by-moment, in great detail.

Yesterday, I spent four hours at The Brick doing this with Jessica Savage, who, like me, is crazy enough to be acting in three of the plays. We talked a lot about Succubus, blocked her scenes in WGW and worked them each a little bit, and then worked her scenes for Hobo in more detail (we blocked that whole show on Saturday with the entire cast, thankfully). Good hard detailed work. And, to my great relief, she was cool about and calmed my anxieties regarding one of the most uncomfortable parts that sometimes comes up as actor-producer-director: saying to an actress you don't know all that well, "Okay, here's the part where we're making out, and later we'll do the part where we're pretending to have sex." Yeah, never comfortable. Having my fiancee in the room taking down blocking may decrease the discomfort however.

Then last night we sat around at Alyssa Simon's talking with her about the world of Succubus and the character of Lucille in WGW. And that was work, and worthwhile.

Today, maybe meet with Amy, definitely meet with Aaron, maybe audition another guy. Tonight, try and pin down the people I've asked who haven't answered. Next two days, get the publicity and AEA materials out, set up character meetings with the other new people and then have them, and find the last cast members.


And in the midst of this, I have to pull together and rehearse the two Suzan Lori-Parks 365 Days/Plays pieces I have going up on Saturday and Sunday. Okay. Better go do that now . . .


So, for those interested (those of The Tribe that read this), here are the casts as they stand for the four plays:


NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed (after film noir) by Ian W. Hill

Ian W. Hill -- BILL, the Fall Guy, a Private Eye
Art Wallace -- CHARLIE, a Traveling Salesman
Gyda Arber -- DOLORES, the Good Girl, Bill's better half
pending -- RACHEL, a Gal Friday, Bill's secretary
Jessica Savage -- AURORA, a Rich Spoiled Nympho
Stacia French -- CHRISTINA, a Femme Fatale
Danny Bowes -- DOMINICK, a Beatnik Bartender
Olivia Baseman -- IDA, a Blowzy Waitress
Aaron Baker -- STEVE, the Long Arm of the Law
uncast -- ARTHUR, a Doomed Man Who Knows Too Much
Yvonne Roen -- KITTY, a Harpy
Iracel Rivero -- THERESA, a Newspaper Reporter
Alyssa Simon -- LUCILLE, a Faded Spitfire, the entertainer
Christiaan Koop -- INGRID, a Magazine Editor, in charge of information
pending -- WILBUR, a Gunsel
Bryan Enk -- JOHNNY, a Flunky
Roger Nasser -- TINY, a Goon
uncast -- LOUIS, a Torpedo
Sammy Tunis -- BRIDGET, a Moll, an angel in the wreckage
Ken Simon -- THOMAS, the Businessman, a gangster
Adam Swiderski -- NED, the Avenger, Bill's partner and dream-doppelganger, another Private Eye


NECROPOLIS #0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus (after Jess Franco, Radley Metzger, et al.)/At the Mountains of Slumberland (after Winsor McCay and H.P. Lovecraft) by Ian W. Hill

Ian W. Hill -- THE DECADENT GENTLEMAN
Alyssa Simon -- HIS WIFE
Jody Christopherson -- HIS MISTRESS
uncast -- HIS GUEST
Stacia French -- THE COUNTESS (THE SUCCUBUS)
uncast -- HER MANSERVANT
Jessica Savage -- HER PROTEGE (THE VENUS IN FURS)
uncast -- THE INCUBUS


Amy Liszka -- LITTLE NEMO
Peter Bean -- RANDOLPH CARTER
Art Wallace -- CMDR. ALFIE BESTER OF THE FLYING SQUAD and CHORUS
Bryan Enk -- CAPT. NEMO and CHORUS
pending -- PICKMAN and CHORUS
Sammy Tunis -- CHORUS
Gyda Arber -- CHORUS
pending -- CHORUS


The Hobo Got Too High by Marc Spitz


Ian W. Hill -- BUG BLOWMONKEY, a troubled young man
Jessica Savage -- SHELLY, a ghost, and NEW-SHELLY (aka MARTHA), a ray of hope
Rasheed Hinds -- MARVIN GAYE, Marvin Gaye
Roger Nasser -- EVERYONE ELSE, many unpleasant people


With any luck, more soon . . .

collisionwork: (music listening)
Oh, right, it's Friday.


Okay, a random ten - and still short of comments, as it has been recently. Too busy multi-tasking here to think and say even something short about these. Berit and I (but mostly Berit) finished transcribing the dialogue from the video of the 2001 production of NECROPOLIS 3: At the Mountains of Slumberland in an all-nighter, and I'm now putting in stage directions and fixing lines that were questionable or inaudible -- it's hard to transcribe from a bare-bones (albeit really well-shot) video of a stage production of people not-quite-lip-syncing but posing to a prerecorded track of dialogue made primarily of dense quotes from H.P. Lovecraft, often spoken VERY fast. Well, it's done, except for my cleanup, which will take a little bit, but I can have the script out to the actors (and ready for auditions) by this afternoon.

And as I do, these 10 came up first (now out of 21,078):


1. "Wrong Side" - French Kicks - One Time Bells
2. "Clap Your Hands" - They Might Be Giants - No!
3. "Big Business" - David Byrne -The Catherine Wheel
4. "The Train Kept A-Rollin'" - The Rogues - Pebbles Volume 1

Okay, this deserves comment - it's wonderful, but a great example of the game of "telephone" being played with cover tunes. This US garage band obviously knew the song from The Yardbirds' cover of the Johnny Burnette classic, but they've learned the lyrics phonetically from that (loud & distorted) version, and not all of them, so they pretty much repeat one, slightly incorrect, verse plus an equally slightly-off chorus. I think they're aware of that, so they make up with noise, energy, and repetition what they lack in accuracy. Good on them. It works.

No one covering this tune, however, has ever come close to anything as great as the original guitar break. I'm just sayin'.


5. "Miss Argentina" - Iggy Pop - Avenue B
6. unknown title - unknown artist - Pebbles Volume 3 - The Acid Gallery

I try to keep these out of the iPod, and I should eliminate this one - it's not interesting enough. Just a silly bonus track appended to the end of a Pebbles collection - a faux-"trippy" psychedelic monologue. Stupid without reward.


7. "Steve Canyon Blues" - Tom Herman - Datapanik in the Year Zero: Terminal Drive
8. "Oh Shit!" - Buzzcocks - Singles Going Steady
9. "It Hasn't Happened Yet" - William Shatner - Has Been
10. "To the Beat Y'All" - Lady B - The Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All


Berit and I are going to be screening 8 noir and neo-noir films at The Brick in two insane near 7-hour marathons as research for any actors in World Gone Wrong who need a bit of a grounding in the flavor of what the show is going for. We don't look to have a huge turnout (at least of people letting me know they're actually coming), but enough to have a valuable and fun time.

So this evening, we're watching Detour, Lost Highway, Double Indemnity, and The Big Combo. Sunday afternoon and evening we're going for D.O.A., Point Blank (these first two films being the primary inspiration for Acts I and II of the show, respectively), Kiss Me Deadly, and Bad Timing. These cover most of the tonal/thematic areas of the show, and are just good movies to watch in any case. I've also invited any friends and associates I thought would be interested to drop by - if you're reading this and you're in one of these groups and I forgot you (that is, if you have my email address or know me to speak to, pretty much), let me know and I'll send you details.


Also setting up auditions for the parts still to be cast in the shows. I have plenty of women and not nearly enough men. Always the case. {sigh} Well, looks to be enough good women that even if I lose the people I might lose, I could still be set on World Gone Wrong, with extras for Succubus/Slumberland. Now . . . about the men . . . well, maybe I'll get some more responses by this afternoon . . .


Oh, and here's a kitty picture I found as yet unposted, enjoy!


H&M Keep It Quiet


Wait a minute - gotta bitch here for a minute . . . I've been pissed off for years about how proper alphabetizing (as it once was practiced and as I once learned -- back in the 70s, granted) has been massively screwed by the computer revolution. Once upon a time, at least as I was taught, when titles started with actual numeric digits, they were to be alphabetized as if the number was actually spelled out. Which makes sense to me.

Since computers didn't easily think that way when they started taking everything over (I'm sure it would be a snap now, but no one gave a damn in 1984), numbers wound up preceding everything else in the computer world. And that has become the silly form. Okay, I've gotten used to that.

But I can't BELIEVE this new update they just threw into iTunes and onto my iPod. Not only have numbers have now been placed AFTER all the letters - which, okay, I can take, it's silly either way but whatever - but if a name starts with a symbol, it's treated as if the symbol DOESN'T EXIST! The HELL?

For example (since it's the example right in front of me), symbols used to precede numeric digits "alphabetically." So the first band listed in my iTunes was ? and The Mysterians. With the new update, they suddenly vanished from the top of my list, and they weren't anywhere to be found at the bottom either, next to the numbers they had been near. Eventually, I found them alphabetized under "And," for chrissakes!

So I changed the "And" in their name to an "&," which is my usual form anyway in writing out band names, and they vanished again. Took me a while, but I now found them listed under "Mysterians."

Okay, I mainly use my iTunes and iPod as a massive random shuffle device, but still, I'd like to know that if I want to hear "96 Tears," I'D KNOW WHERE IN THE HELL TO FIND IT WITH SOME KIND OF LOGIC!

(I am NOT going to give in and rename the band "Question Mark and the Mysterians" on there either - that's NOT their name, dammit!)


Okay, I'm a geek who grew up going to a school with an actual working print shop where we set type in composing sticks and some, like me, actually wound up getting to use linotype machines, and we were taught rigorously how typefaces are supposed to go together, and how alphabetizing and digits and symbols are supposed to work, and I was addicted to going over the volumes of the Reader's Guide to Periodical Literature in the school library. No one else cares. Except on this blog. Grrrrrrrrrrr . . . . .

LOLYeats

Jul. 4th, 2007 09:38 pm
collisionwork: (comic)
We've had lolcats, lolpresidents, even lolgays.


Now, on LiveJournal Communities, you can enjoy [livejournal.com profile] lolauthors.





How far is this damned meme to go?

collisionwork: (welcome)
Happy Independence Day, everyone.

And, not to be disrespectful, but here's the British political cartoon from January, 1776 that gives this post part of its title:

UK Political Cartoon 1776
(thanks to Bill in Portland, ME of Daily Kos for the image and link)

And here's some good reading matter for the day (thanks [livejournal.com profile] lucaskrech for the link that sent me to these -- I had planned to post these and you made it easier):

The Declaration of Independence
The Constitution of The United States of America
The Bill of Rights

And not necessarily as important for this day in general, but important documents from a later time that I believe define a great deal of the U.S.A. that we live in today, as opposed to the one founded in the earlier documents:

The Gettysburg Address
Abraham Lincoln's Second Inaugural Address

Today, I'll also do something I do almost every July 4 -- watch the movie of one of my favorite musicals, 1776. It swings wildly from being extremely historically accurate to way, way off, but it is, after all, a musical comedy -- though it has been noted, usually as a criticism that I don't agree with, that both the music and comedy vanish almost entirely from Act II; it's true that this happens, I just disagree that it's a bad thing.

It is indeed a musical comedy, but at the same time it is sharp, smart, witty, cutting, and topical -- it was created during the Vietnam War, and was very definitely making a point about that which, unfortunately, also works in today's U.S.A. And the score is great fun. I saw the lackluster version at the Roundabout a few years back (pretty good cast, terrible staging) and it was nice to see it on stage, but what a cast is in the film -- William Daniels, Howard Da Silva, Ken Howard, Blythe Danner (even if her part and song drives me nuts), John Cullum, Virginia Vestoff (who died way too young), and a couple dozen great and familiar-looking character actors.

If you don't have a copy of the movie (and if it's not playing on TV at some point today, which I doubt), um, you can download the (out-of-print) soundtrack from THIS SITE.

I wish I had remembered about watching this film earlier - I would have tried to grab some friends and have a big screening on the big screen at The Brick (one of the other Brick People is also a huge fan of this film - hiya, Hope!).

In any case the film always gives me hope - in making it clear that fallible men created a fallible country of beautiful ideals as a revolutionary, violent act, based in blood and by no means innocent of evil itself, aware that more fallible people would come after them who might screw it up worse or possibly make it better -- but the ideals had been set down, and the possibility is always there, no matter how screwed up this country gets, of fighting to try and get it closer to those beautiful, unattainable ideals, because the fight is worthwhile, more so than just turning away in apathy or disgust from the horror of what has been done wrong.

And then, at the same time, I have to finish transcribing the script for one of my August shows from off the old video. Later, later. Right now, a brief moment to consider this day, in the midst of this horrible time.

Oh, which reminds me - this has been going around, both on video and in transcript, but in case you haven't spent the ten minutes watching it, it's worth it, Keith Olbermann's "special comment" from last night on MSNBC -- if you only read Olbermann's comments, I don't think you get the full effect; his delivery (and the realization, the relief that someone, ANYONE, is actually saying this on television) is a great deal of what sells this:



collisionwork: (red room)
As mentioned, I'm having to retype in the script of Kiss Me Succubus from the one original hard copy I have from the 2000 production. I'm working on this right now. I needed a break.

The other now-annoying thing about this (besides having to do it at all) is that the original script only contained scene headings and dialogue, with the latter attributed to the actor speaking it - no character names. No stage directions at all. I had described the piece in detail to the cast members (we were already working on the piece that ran with Succubus originally, David Finkelstein's Sojourner Truth's Hatbox), so they didn't need directions.

Now, of course, I'm going to be sending it to people, asking them to be in it, so I have to add in character names and stage directions as I go, explaining the whole damned thing. So I'm doing it. Here's the first couple of pages of stage direction in the script right up to the first line of dialogue . . .


* * * * *


NECROPOLIS 0: KISS ME, SUCCUBUS
(after Jess Franco and Radley Metzger and others)


a nightmare-collage-play by Ian W. Hill



This play is performed, as the movies it is based on were, “dubbed.” All voices, music, and sound effects are pre-recorded and mimed to. For this play, it is preferable if the actors do not quite seem to be accurately lip-syncing the dialogue – as if they are all actually speaking a mix of various European languages. When the films this play is based on were made, usually in Spain or Italy, the actors, often all from different countries, knew they’d be dubbed by different actors later, and learned their script in their own languages, so you might have four actors in a scene all speaking different languages to each other, not really knowing what the others are saying except by the translation in their own script, which might in fact be written slightly differently in each language, too – so one actor might think they are making a horror movie, one a spy movie, one a comedy . . . whatever.

It was just important that the actors look good, seem to know what they are doing, and that there was plenty of vibrant, lurid, eye-catching color.

The makers of these movies were a mix of businessmen only interested in money and filmmakers who wanted to make “art” movies but instead were stuck in the exploitation genres, where they still could sneak in all the “art” they wanted as long as there was enough blood, violence, action, and nudity to please the bosses and make a quick buck. Which creates some interesting pulls in different directions – most of the films aren’t very good, but they are far more interesting to watch than “regular” movies, because they keep to no formula, and are unpredictable – anything could happen in them . . .


So here we are . . . somewhere, sometime in the past, probably 1969 or so. Somewhere in what was once a castle of some kind, now the impressive if crumbling residence of a rich, indolent couple and their friends and lovers. We meet The Decadent MAN, his bored, alcoholic, and sexually-frustrated WIFE, his MISTRESS of many years (younger than the wife, but beginning to show wear beyond her years, from her service to this amoral, empty MAN), and the MAN’s GUEST, a vulgar American businessman expecting to be shown a good time in some wild “European” way, who has been “given” the MISTRESS during his stay.

They will shortly meet the SUCCUBUS, a beautiful queen of a demon realm, her MANSERVANT, a tall, creepy, mostly-silent figure, her PROTEGE, a younger female demon, and the INCUBUS, a younger, male demon in service to the Queen.


The meeting will not go well for the humans involved.




1. THE FILM

Furniture around the stage – sparse, but potentially suggestive of several possible locations that can be completed with light. A couch, stage right. A fully-stocked bar, stage left. Chairs and tables, elsewhere. Down center, almost even with the front row of the audience, a movie projector. Upstage center, a movie screen, or sheet, or white panel onto which film can be thrown (NB: for this production, the “films” will be shot on video, mastered on DVD, and projected from the house projector for reliability – unlike the original production).

A minute before the play begins, 1960s “hip” soundtrack music begins to fade in, the house lights fade out, the movie projector turns on and images begin to appear on the screen. First, several titles appear, red on black:



NECROPOLIS 0

. . . then . . .

Kiss Me, Succubus

. . . then . . .

Europe, 1960s


As these titles go by, slowly, the voices of IAN and BERIT are heard, prerecorded, split-stereo, slow and deliberate. By the end of their speech, the music has become much louder, and the MAN, WIFE, MISTRESS, and GUEST have entered in the dim light and positioned themselves on stage.


IAN and BERIT
Hello, and welcome to The Brick, and Gemini CollisionWorks’s productions of NECROPOLIS numbers zero and three. Please turn off all cel phones before the performance. There will be one ten minute intermission after the first piece, which will last exactly XX minutes and XX seconds. Thank you for coming to The Brick. Ladies and Gentlemen, Necropolis number zero . . .


And with a musical climax, lights up onstage. The MAN is by the projector, the WIFE on a chair by the bar, the MISTRESS and GUEST on the couch. They all hold drinks, and it looks to be not the first for any of them. With this, the projection has changed . . .

We are now looking for a little while at a strange, artsy, black-and-white, almost-incompetent but somehow interesting softcore porn movie featuring two couples, who we will later see onstage as the SUCCUBUS and her MANSERVANT, and the PROTEGE and the INCUBUS. No nudity is actually shown. Everything is suggested through movement, body parts, and facial expressions. The film seems to be all jumbled up and out-of-order – a corrupt print. Foreplay is suddenly interspersed with fucking and back again. It’s impossible to tell what relationship, if any, there is between the two couples, and hard to tell if this is meant to be porno or art – it doesn’t seem to succeed as either.

The four on stage watch the film with varied levels of interest and excitement (the men) and boredom or humor (the women). Music plays. The MAN finishes his drink and gets another, then begins to chuckle . . .



* * * * *


NECROPOLIS #0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus/At the Mountains of Slumberland
opens at The Brick on August 8 (most likely - schedule still being finalized . . .).

collisionwork: (Great Director)
Day and night, night and day, work on the four plays we have going up on three bills at The Brick in August -- we being Gemini CollisionWorks, that is, me (most of the Art-stuff, some Craft-stuff) and Berit (most of the Craft-stuff, some Art-stuff). Each show will get 10 performances, I think (I'm still working out the schedule -- as actor conflicts come in I keep having to move things around like crazy).


First up will be, from August 3 to 26, in various time slots but mostly Fridays and Saturdays at 10.30 pm (it's a good late-night show) with a few 8 pm slots and 4 pm matinees, The Hobo Got Too High, which is a 50-minute (or so) play by Marc Spitz about a cokehead, Bug Blowmonkey, as he tries to clean up and get his life back together, aided (well . . . kind of . . .) by his spirit guide, Marvin Gaye, and hindered by fantasies of his former girlfriend who cleaned up and got away, Shelley -- while "New Shelley" (aka Martha), a new woman in Bug's life, might be able to better save him from himself, if he'll let her.

I did this first back at Nada Classic in 2000, but not a lot of people knew about it or saw it, and Marc would like to fix that, as would I. I'm also playing Bug again, along with original cast members Rasheed Hinds (as Marvin Gaye) and Roger Nasser (as a lot of jerks in the lives of Bug and Martha). Jessica Savage will be joining the group as Shelley/Martha, it seems -- she still hasn't read the script, as my only electronic draft is on an old, dead hard drive, so Berit's transcribing it from the one hard copy we have. Hopefully it won't appal Jessica or something when she reads it . . .

I used to classify the plays I did as director in four categories: Spiritual, Political, Sociological, and Farce. I don't see these categories as so discrete for me now, but the first three were generally the "personal" work and the Farces were always "those plays that I'm doing because I think the script is INCREDIBLY FUNNY and I have the feeling if I don't do it someone else will and massively screw it up." This category included Jeff Goode's Larry and the Werewolf, Todd Miller's Das Presley, Richard Foreman's Harry in Love: A Manic Vaudeville, and, especially, this play, which is a funny, touching crowd-pleaser in a way I don't often do. Fuck it, I love it. Everyone does.


Shortly after, August 4, we open the restaging of NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed (usually just known as World Gone Wrong for short), which runs until August 19 - maybe the 23rd if I have to move things around a bit. This film noir pastiche-collage-nightmare originally played at The Brick in 2005 and was particularly popular, though plenty of people seem to have heard about it and not seen it, and still want to. So, good reason to bring it back. Martin Denton's original review of it is on THIS PAGE (you have to scroll down) if you don't know about this show and want to know more. It's about an hour and three-quarters with no intermission, playing mostly at 8.00 pm but with a couple of matinees.

Returning from the original cast of 21: myself, Gyda Arber, Bryan Enk, Stacia French, Christiaan Koop, Roger Nasser, Yvonne Roen, Ken Simon, Adam Swiderski, and possibly Maggie Cino (if she can work it around her Fringe show). Joining us this time: Aaron Baker, Jessica Savage, Alyssa Simon, Art Wallace, and maybe Hope Cartelli (again, Fringe show conflicts). This leaves six to eight parts to cast. I have emails out. I hope they all come through.


Then, August 8 to 26, we add in the double bill of NECROPOLIS #0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus/At the Mountains of Slumberland, originally done, respectively, in 2000 at Nada Classic and 2001 at Access Theatre.


Kiss Me, Succubus is the first of a series of collage-plays from other art forms that I've been doing for a few years, which have wound up being called the NECROPOLIS series (KM,S was created before the idea of the "series" came up, so it's retroactively #0). These plays are sometimes referred to as "dubbed stage dream-elegies for dead or dying Art Forms of the 20th Century," that is, all the dialogue, music, and sound effects are recorded and put together in advance and the onstage performers all mouth or mime to the backing track -- KM,S is meant to look like a European movie from around 1969, so I like the lip-sync on this one to not be too accurate, as if the actors are "actually" speaking Italian or Spanish and being dubbed into English (and not well).

This play is based on the arty softcore/horror films made by people like Jess Franco and Radley Metzger in the 60s and 70s -- filmmakers who seem to have wanted to make "art" movies but wound up making exploitation films, but as long as they had enough blood and nudity in the films, they were allowed to be as arty and pretentious as they wanted to (or, perhaps, they saw in the exploitation movie form the freedom to experiment and be subversive).

KM,S follows a group of decadent, rich people (two men, two women) who, bored with sitting around their chateau and watching bad porn movies, venture into the world, only to meet at a party the "actors" from the film they were just watching. They bring the apparent porn actors back home (also two men, two women), intending to perhaps embarrass them with what they know (or maybe seduce them, or both). The guests aren't what they seem, however, but are some kind of evil demonic spirits out to seduce and murder their hosts. Lots of sex, violence, portentous and pretentious dialogue, and lurid colors in about 45 to 50 minutes.

Returning from the original cast of 8: myself and Stacia French. Also confirmed as in: Alyssa Simon and Jessica Savage (again, though, without having read the script, which was on the same dead computer as Hobo and which I am transcribing from the one hard copy we have). Still need another woman and three men - I think I should be able to get the woman from one of the recast parts of WGW, but none of the men seem quite right. Still looking.


At the Mountains of Slumberland combines the fictional universes of Winsor McCay and H.P. Lovecraft, as Little Nemo goes to sleep and falls not into the dream-world of Slumberland that he usually goes to in his adventures, but instead into the Lovecraftian domain of Cthulhu and The Elder Gods, and is led by Randolph Carter and associates (including autogyro pilot Commander Alfie Bester of The Flying Squad and His Pale, Dry Death Machine) on an adventure that, I now realize, was rather League of Extraordinary Gentlemen-esque before I was aware that that comic book even existed (from what I can tell, it had started in 1999).

Returning from the original cast of 8: Peter Bean (aka Peter Brown) as Carter and Art Wallace as Bester. Joining the cast: Gyda Arber, Bryan Enk, Yvonne Roen, and maybe Hope Cartelli (again, possible Fringe show conflicts). So two or three left to cast, including the difficult role of Little Nemo (played, wonderfully, by Paula Ehrenberg in the original - maybe someone knows how to get ahold of her . . ?). Also 45-50 minutes long. So a nice double bill with KM,S, with an intermission. Plays at 8 pm mostly with a couple of 4 pm matinees. Again, there is no electronic copy of the script, and even worse, no hard copies apparently extant, so I'm transcribing the damned thing from off the video of the 2001 production. Big fun.


And this is why, after this long post, and another to come shortly, I'll not be around much this week, as I'm desperately trying to finalize the casts and schedule the shows before the weekend, so that I might be able to record the dialogue tracks for the NECROPOLIS shows this Saturday and Sunday and have them ready to go for rehearsal ASAP.

Thankfully, I love theatre, or I'd just start screaming and screaming and never stop . . .

collisionwork: (teeth)
Re: Scooter Libby.


I am as angry, boiling, furiously angry as almost everyone else I have seen writing about it online, so I didn't see the need to add to the screams of outrage. Berit is able to just shrug and grimace and say, "What, did you expect it to be any different?" Yes, dammit, I did this time. I did.


I was, however, bitterly amused by the headline on Tony Hendra's piece at The Huffington Post enough to want to share it with you: "War Criminal Commutes Sentence of Convicted Perjurer at Behest of Traitor." Ha. Ha. Ha fucking ha.


I had been worried that enough had changed since 2005 when I first did World Gone Wrong that this show, which I'm bringing back in August, a film noir nightmare metaphor for the current Administration (for only noir can do justice dramatically to the world of lies, deceit, violence, and betrayal for a buck and for power that we live in), was now dated, with this Administration seeming to slowly ooze off into the sunset, leaving everyone else behind to waste valuable time and effort mopping up their slime.


No. Nothing has changed. Fucking traitors.

collisionwork: (flag)
Didn't see the Stolen Chair show last night -- too tired, and they told me it's coming back soon anyway. Good. Came home. Collapsed. Up and down from bed all night for a couple hours each time each way. Up at 7 this morning for good.

I remembered a few things I'd seen elsewhere that I wanted to share here, for those who don't read the same blogs as I.

1. [livejournal.com profile] lucaskrech posted this before I saw it anywhere else, though it's making the rounds now. It made me very happy, as someone who is (unreasonably?) angry at the attention given to Ms. Hilton -- I honest-to-god don't understand a bit of it. So, oh, did I enjoy this moment of apparent honesty in the middle of the horror that broadcast news has become:



2. Sheila Callaghan posted this video over at her blog, from Feist, which really knocked me out:



And, yes, I know the "gimmick" of the piece has been somewhat done before, but never I think so well (someone give that camera operator a bonus, man!), especially in coordination of light, frame, and movement. I haven't spotted Peaches in there yet, but apparently she makes an appearance in all of Feist's videos (they were once roommates, and Feist sings on some of Peaches' songs).

3. [livejournal.com profile] toddalcott is doing a great, detailed examination of the work of Paul McCartney at his blog, which has been enlightening for those of us with a severe love/hate relationship with the man's works (Alcott has previously done this, and as well, with the complete run, in order, of Elvis movies and Bond movies, if you want to go back and look -- it's worth it).

4. [livejournal.com profile] rezendi publishes an extract from the new memoir by Motley Crue under the heading, "The Wisdom of Tommy Lee," which actually is a pithy, accurate, and sad metaphor for the machinations of the music industry (and, [livejournal.com profile] rezendi points out, any "industry" where that word is placed after the name of an art form).

5. I've also felt the need to watch the video for Jamie T.'s "Sheila," starring Bob Hoskins, twice this morning. I've embedded it before, but if you didn't see it then, it's HERE. Tears me apart, that one. I have a thing for lip-syncing as an art/craft technique anyway.

6. Which reminds me, The NECROPOLIS Series (#0-3) is coming full-steam in August, featuring the noir duet NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed. Saw this image today posted by Tom Sutpen on his site, If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats, and had to grab it, save it, and repost it as research material -- from Edgar G. Ulmer's Detour, 1945:

from Edgar G. Ulmer's DETOUR

And I've been going through the old shots of World Gone Wrong from 2005 to pick out the ones I can use as pre-publicity this time around - only about half of the original cast of 21 is returning, so I can't use all of the shots, but here are some I haven't posted before (I think) featuring myself and other returning cast members Ken Simon, Stacia French, Adam Swiderski, Gyda Arber, and Bryan Enk:

World Gone Wrong - Scene 16
Bill Mist, private eye and walking dead man, finds no satisfaction in confronting gangster Tommy Arnold, the man responsible, in part, for his imminent death.

World Gone Wrong - Scene 17
Nor does he in his final meeting with femme fatale Christina White.

World Gone Wrong - Scene 22
Ned Daley, Mist's dream-doppelganger and partner and avenger of his death, gets no help from abused good soul Dolores Everly, Bill's girlfriend.

World Gone Wrong - Scene 31
Like Bill before him, Ned is taken for a ride by creepy flunky Johnny.

World Gone Wrong - Ned and Christina
And the poster/postcard shot of our two attractive leads in a scene NOTHING like ANYTHING that actually happens in the show, of course.

Okay, maybe back to bed for a bit. I had today off, but wound up agreeing (before I knew how tired I'd be) to go out for drinks today with my old rock-and-roll pal Mr. Johnny Dresden, who came and saw Ian W. Hill's Hamlet twice (and PAID!) under his non-rock name Sean Rockoff. I don't see him enough, so tired or not, I should get my ass out of the house and do something (though I asked him to meet me near The Brick for no good reason, really . . . am I a little too attached to the place right now?).

collisionwork: (captain pike)
So we closed Ian W. Hill's Hamlet last night. It was a great show. We did really well. We had one more reviewer show up, and the show was really on, so if they don't like it, whatever. We did good, and lots of strangers from the large house came up to me after to thank me and talk to me, which was real good for the ego-boo.


And now, I'm back at The Brick, supervising the tech for Yudkowski Returns!. So I had to be here at 10 am, and also sweep and mop the space up before the company came in, I'm tired and worn out, but all is well. Unfortunately, it looks like I won't be able to get out of here to go see the space for the Suzan-Lori Parks 365 Days plays that I'm directing on July 14-15. Berit should be there, so hopefully I can have it described in detail. Wheee.


Anyway, had the iPod on in the car on the way over here this morning, and out of the now 21,121 songs in there, here's what came up:


1. "The Girl from Baltimore" - The Fleshtones - Children of Nuggets: Original ARTyfacts from the Second Psychedelic Era - 1976-1996
2. "Birth3" - Racy Tune Clamp (John Oswald redoes The Beatles) - 69 Plunderphonics 96
3. "Raw Power" - Iggy & The Stooges - Raw Power
4. "The Toy Trumpet (electronic version)" - Raymond Scott - Manhattan Research, Inc.
5. "Breaking Bells (Take Me to the Mardi Gras) - Crash Crew - The Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All
6. "All of Your Love" - Magic Sam - Essential Blues
7. "900 Million People Daily (All Making Love)" - The Seeds - Retrospective. . .
8. "Afternoon" - Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers - The Best of Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers
9. "Broken Blossoms" - Dusty Springfield - Dusty Volume 2
10. "Put a Little Love in Your Heart" - Jackie De Shannon - The Definite Collection
11. "I Can't Stop Loving You" - Elmore James - Chicago Slide Guitar Masters from Tampa Red to Elmore James
12. "Here Come the Martian Martians - Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers - The Best of Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers
13. "Spit of Love" - Bonnie Raitt - Lilith Fair: A Celebration of Women in Music
14. "Please Don't Leave Me" - Fats Domino - Back to the 50s 05
15. "Nattsteg" - Bruset - Radio Aktiv 7"
16. "Finale" - Ennio Morricone - Once Upon a Time in the West


Okay, now I'm scheduled here until 6 pm. I'd love to go home then, but the last performance of the show by Jon Stancato and Stolen Chair is up tonight here at 7 pm. And I should see it. {sigh} I'm really tired. I have tomorrow off, all day, so I can rest then, I guess. And work on the casting for the 365 Plays things and the four August shows.

No cat photos today, I think. I'm not sure I have any more good ones that I haven't posted . . .

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Or: What I was trying to do with this Hamlet, at least in part, at some great length.


Tonight is the final performance of Ian W. Hill's Hamlet - a bittersweet farewell. I wish I was doing more shows, hard as it is, but that's not possible, so this is it. Maybe again in August, 2008, when Equity would allow me to do it again with the AEA actors I have in it under the Showcase Code a second time. But for now, no more.

It has been the realization of a longstanding dream, and one of the hardest goddamn things I've ever done. The rewards of it just barely outweigh the time, effort, energy, money, and emotional battering that have gone into it. Just barely. And at times, for hours even, they haven't been worth it at all.

But it IS worth it, and beyond, when I come into contact with the people who've seen it, who got what I was going for, and who appreciate it. Then it doesn't all seem like a waste of time and energy.


Rick Vorndran, of the Dysfunctional Theatre Company, came to the show on Tuesday, and wrote me a lovely email this morning, which became an extended email conversation about the show - and exactly the one I needed to have this day, to stave off the pre-post-partum depression that begins to show up as a production is fading away.


Here's what came up (with some slight editing):


Hey Ian:


Just wanted to tell you how much I really enjoyed Hamlet. I don’t give this complement often, but I thought a lot of the direction and acting was hitting Off-Broadway levels. Some of my favorites:


The script edits, particularly getting away from the introspection that’s coming from the strong acting anyway, (including cutting the most famous monologue in the English language!)

The subdued performances of Polonius, Gertrude and Claudius – particularly Claudius. It was pretty nice to see a Claudius who looked like he was conflicted about his own selfish desires AND trying to do what’s best for the country, as opposed to chewing scenery. Plus the three of them balanced out your more selfish, less introverted Hamlet.

The shameless use of Nyman/Greenaway music (yes, I use that music a lot too)

The very political end. Executing Horatio, an invasion while those selfish fucks at the top fiddled, words obscured by violence, etc. Not at all influenced by current events, right?

Pretty dang good use of your platforms for staging. My favorite was the dock with waves SFX. The players/theater set-up was a close second.


There’s more, but those are my favorites. If you’d be kind and provide me with your mailing address, I’d love to send you a copy of a show CD I got in England in 2001 - Hamlet! The Musical! Admittedly, a bit different than yours – they had a cast of 5. (My favorite was having Claudius & Gertrude play the Gravediggers). You’ll get a kick out if it.


Again, thanks Ian. Really enjoyed it! - Rick



Rick,


Thanks so very VERY much for the kind words. This show has gotten a wide range of reactions, not all of them good or getting what I was going for (two bad reviews, which I haven't read, but had described to me, and can't read right now, or maybe ever, for my own peace of mind), and it's been heartening to have the people who did get what I was going for say so to me, to remove that hanging cloud of depression that keeps threatening when I often think "I've been working on this for years and years, and I wasn't clear enough, and I blew it."

I'm especially glad you mentioned the work of Bryan, Stacia, and Jerry as Polonius, Gertrude, and Claudius. I'm very happy with all the acting in the show but those were very important, detailed, rich, and worked-on performances, most central to the whole concept, that were designed to be different from the norm, and very very subtle and ambiguous. The problem being that this, to some eyes, simply becomes "a lack of a clear choice" as opposed to "a specific choice towards ambiguity" (though the actors and I had all worked out what REALLY happened, for us). Bryan, at least, got a nice write-up in the
Voice, I'm told.

Thanks for mentioning everything else that you did, too. You hit on a few points that I've been wondering whether I made the right choice about (particularly in cutting so much of the "introspective" monologues and asides to use as internal fodder for thoughtful acting), and the more I hear responses like yours, the better I feel. And I am indeed a shameless repeat user of Michael Nyman's Greenaway scores (there's a bit of
The Piano and I think Ravenous in there too, as well as the single he did with The Flying Lizards during intermission) -- I just haven't yet found other music that works for me the same way, and I'm glad some other fans out there dig it.

I don't normally get nervous or stage-frighty about my work like this, but this show has been different, and I haven't been able to have the same "This is my work and screw you if you don't like it" attitude that I normally do with it, for whatever reason (a friend I haven't seen in years, one of the first directors I ever worked with in NYC, was at the show the same night as you, and said in response to this point, "You don't think you get to do
Hamlet for free, do you? A price must be paid.").

So every thoughtful word about the piece is a great kindness to me right now, thank you.

hope to see you soon, possibly at your fund-raiser (if I'm not dead from this show or in the midst of the four ones I have going up at The Brick in August, one of which opens two days after your event), best,


Ian
[and a PS where I asked him about posting these emails and gave him my address for the CD]


So the four of you worked out what REALLY happened? Intriguing. I got the sense that Old King Hamlet (like his son) was a bit of a dick, and killing him wasn’t entirely unjustified. Plus, I really got the sense that Gertrude didn’t know much of what really went down, was trying actively NOT to find out, and is much more worried about running a country (thus she’s often at the desk).

Oh, loved the scene when Laertes comes back, and Claudius calmly puts him down, mainly because you just don’t shout at the frigging king, no matter what’s going on. Really subtle, really nice. Got the sense that Claudius is really worried about things spinning out of control, and what it would do to the country.

And Bryan? Geez, just incredible. That role has just as much baggage as Hamlet.

Feel free to post on your blog, and pass my compliments onto the cast. Again, you’ll get a kick out of the CD’s. The songs are, well, pretty much everything you cut out.


Rick


P.S. Yeah, on the cuts, you don’t need an aside of Claudius saying, “Oh no, she’s drinking the poison cup.” :) Nice choices there.




Yup, bingo on all counts -- our thoughts about Old Hamlet, his death, and Gertrude, as well as Laertes and Claudius' dynamic (and Claudius' fear for the country). Oh, SO glad some people get this!

The big thing that came out in the rehearsal process for this production, even after all the years I'd spent working on the text, was the idea of "what it is to be Royal," and the duties and obligations that come with that, which became central to Jerry, Stacia, and myself, as the Royal figures. Too often, Royal persons are directed and played as to be "just like us," the "unvalued" as Polonius puts it -- they are NOT, merely through training and environment, and actors must, as Steven Berkoff notes in his book on
Hamlet, not try to "pull" these figures down to their level, but raise themselves up to a Royal one, with the understanding of what that entails.

As came up in conversation last night with someone, a lay Shakespearean scholar, also at Tuesday's performance (who was back to see the other
Hamlet in the Festival), as we rehearsed we more and more realized that, Ghost or not, Dead Murdered Father or not (and of course, in our production, it is "not", but still . . .), Hamlet, as Crown Prince of Denmark, does NOT have the right, for the good of his Country and its People, to indulge in his squalid little revenge, which does, of course, basically end his country as the Denmark it was. Though I have as yet found no evidence of anyone before me playing Hamlet as such an outright bastard and villain, albeit a sometimes charming one (there MUST be, right? in all these hundreds of years of people doing the play? there HAS to be!), my interpretation apparently falls quite in line with a certain, and growing-more-popular, scholarly point of view on the play -- which is not something I'd normally be interested in, but it makes me glad to know that there are others who have seen the Bastard Hamlet (as I call him) that lurks in the text.

Anyway, I'm going on, and probably only because I now have half an eye aimed on putting this on the blog. I'll just go do that now, and again, thanks for the praise and the impetus to actually say something about the thing.


best, Ian



Last thought for the blog: Particularly notable was the end of the first half, with your Hamlet seeing the invading army of Fortinbras: Being a sharp and astute prince with good political instincts, he knows that you don’t gather an Army like that for Poland, you gather it for a country like, say, Denmark. That’s a point that escapes Ros and Guild. Yet, the selfish prick still says, screw that, I want my revenge because Daddy told me to do it. And Saddam . . . er, Claudius tried to kill Daddy. I mean, killed Daddy. No, no political relevance there at all.

And liked the choice of using either the Branagh music, or something really like what he used in his movie Hamlet, to underscore, for the exact opposite effect. It’s selfish, not noble. Hamlet should know better.

And maybe nobody’s really tried a Hamlet like this before, because nobody could believe the son of a former leader could be so stupid, selfish, and politically dense. Nope, not topical at all. Dang, I wish I woulda thought of this.



Oh, thank you - again you got exactly what I was trying to get at there!

And . . . uh . . . yeah, that music under that scene is one of my favorite dark "jokes" in the show -- it's the London Symphony Orchestra performing the classic American "traditional" rock-and-roll revenge song, "Hey Joe" (hee, hee) as Hamlet looks out at Fortinbras' army and gets THE EXACT WRONG LESSON FROM IT. And so he goes and metaphorically buys his blue-steel .44 to come back and shoot his woman (shall we say, Denmark?) down.

It's funny how these things come together at the right time - I've had this conception of
Hamlet kicking around my head for 18 years or so (the director who came the other night, who directed me as Marlowe's Faustus 15 years ago, remembered clearly many of the concepts I had for the show that I had talked about back then that he had just seen on stage), and yet suddenly I get the chance to put it up, and boy howdy is it the perfect, topical time, right?

again, thanks for making the points so I can comment and expand on them rather than just write an essay on my blog - the dialogue is more interesting than the monologue . . . best,


IWH



One more thought:

Is it possible that (a) Old King Hamlet was a despot, (b) C and G felt they had to get rid of him before he completely ruined the country, (c) G realizes the throne will likely pass to another selfish despot unless she acts quickly, so (d) marries C so they both can start reforming, but (e) don’t appreciate the threat that Hamlet poses until it’s far too late? They may not even be intimately involved, except as partners.

Pretty cool interpretation, if that’s the case.



This is a variant that was definitely discussed among us (I guess we didn't decide on everything that happened EXACTLY, but we had some branching possibilities that led to the same emotional places). Either Old Hamlet was a despot or going mad himself (his son gets it from somewhere), and very likely, as I mentioned yesterday on the blog, a wife-beater. Gertrude may or may not have been involved in his death (we pretty well decided "not") but knows that whether it happened or not, it's better for the country at this point that Claudius be King, with Norway threatening - Hamlet will be King someday, NOT NOW, but when he and the country are ready for a more "peacetime" King. Claudius and Gertrude do indeed care about each other, but their partnership as King and Queen does come first (at least for her, she being Queen first and foremost above all).

The great sad moment for Gertrude is when she looks at Hamlet in the bedroom scene and says, "Alas, he's mad" as she realizes that her son will NEVER be fit to be King of Denmark, and who knows what the hell they'll have to do now?

It was wonderful in rehearsal to go through these bits and have them fall into place and just feel like everything MADE SENSE.

okay, putting this all on the blog now - and maybe I don't have to go over any of this there ever again . . . we'll see . . . best, IWH



Never go through it again? Dream on.


Thank you, Rick. Dysfunctional Theatre, creators of the wonderful I Am Star Trek, written by Rick, and which I hear may come back to an NYC stage somewhat soon, is having a benefit event on July 30, as mentioned above. Info is HERE

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