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Short entry as almost everything is the same as last week.

Time is getting tighter, however, until I HAVE to have these things done, and they just aren't all coming so quick, and I can't force them. Ah, well. They'll be there soon enough, and I'll just have to work faster on other things later.

I sat yesterday for hours staring at a screen, blocked (and, as usual, wasting time online hoping something would jog something). I'd finished the first 2 episodes of Spacemen from Space (of 6) and while I knew the way the plot in general had to move, I couldn't picture the exact scenes I needed to get it there. Of course, at around 3 in the morning, as I was falling asleep and about to go to bed, something happened, and in 10 minutes I was able to quickly outline the next episode and a half. Maybe I just needed to be drowsy.

And all else also percolates and arrives bit by bit . . .

I was thinking that the next week would interfere with getting work done, as I have to be The Brick's "executive producer" on the Tiny Theater festival next weekend, but as I'll be sitting around The Brick, supervising the rehearsals/techs, I can probably stay in the dressing room and typing most of the time.

And as for the Random Ten this week, it's once again from the "Brandnew Bag" playlist on the iPod - 3,292 tracks - of songs from favorite artists that haven't gotten a play yet on the device (here with links to the songs or something similar):

1. "Baby Won't Ya" - MC5 - The Big Bang! Best Of The MC5
2. "So Hard (extended dance mix)" - Pet Shop Boys - Behaviour
3. "Gomen Nasai (Forgive Me)" - Slim Gaillard - Laughing In Rhythm, #4 - Opera in Vout
4. "Stroll On" - The Yardbirds - Having A Rave Up
5. "Mojo Man from Mars" - The Cramps - Fiends of Dope Island
6. "Thursday Morning (stereo single version)" - Giles, Giles And Fripp - The Cheerful Insanity Of...
7. "Maybe You're Right" -Cat Stevens - Mona Bone Jakon
8. "Southern Hospitality" - Richard Pryor - Here and Now
9. "No Quarter" - Led Zeppelin - Remasters
10. "I Have Had All I Can Take" - The Siegel-Schwall Band - ...Where We Walked

And here's a video playlist of those songs (or, in three cases, something similar) with bonus 11th track:



And a couple of pictures of our little monsters -- here, on Berit's foot again:
H&M On Berit's Foot

And once again in conflict over their favorite pillow on their favorite chair:
Surprise

And finally, here's what it's like trying to write a script at home with a VERY VERY needy kitty who doesn't care if his attentions are distracting:



Howdy.

Apr. 30th, 2010 10:17 pm
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Writing, writing, writing, wedding planning, writing, planning, etc., etc., later, rinse, repeat.

It's wonderful when the bits of Spacemen from Space come together as they should. It just seems that every couple of days, I get to the point where a character enters and says . . .

Well, SHOULD say something, but even though I know the information they need to get across, I can't find the right words. The problem with writing a pastiche like this is that I'm fanatical about getting the right tones and cadences for each character, whether gangster, cowboy, g-man, alien, or supervillain -- kind of a poetic UR-tone that contains the entire FEEL of this character's type -- and when the right rhythms don't come, NOTHING works. One character, Cowboy Adam, just re-entered two days ago, and it took me a day to realize the first word out of his mouth was the very obvious "Howdy" before anything else he had to say was able to come.

Interestingly -- as I always work with music or video playing, or I can't do anything, for some reason -- while the Michael Powell and Mario Bava movies I had had on in the background worked for me (rich material that I know so well I don't have to pay any attention to it usually is the best for this, as I kinda mentioned last week), and a day of my favorite "odd" movie musicals (Phantom of the Paradise, Jacques Brel Is..., and a few others) wasn't bad, it turned out to be marathon listening to The Firesign Theatre that got me in the groove again the last two days. I had thought that their dense wordplay would be far too distracting, but it turned out to be just the pull I needed to move me forward (and kept me aware that this IS meant to be a comic/satiric pastiche, not simply an near-exact copy of a 1930s cheesy serial).

A spate of insomnia kept me up insanely late last night, and while nothing came in writing, I WAS able to cut nine pages from the Devils script. It needs about another 10 pages to go before it's a length I'll feel okay presenting (three hours including two intermissions - it's big, but it HAS to be). These nine pages were fairly easy to cut. The next ten will be heart-breaking.

And the Wedding script also moves forward slowly, but is happening, and is acceptable.

I've also been The Brick's point person on the upcoming Tiny Theater Festival which is coming together nicely, with 12 pieces in two programs. Now I have to go buy and cut the PVC pipe to make the 6' square cage all the shows have to be contained in.

And again, the Random Ten for this week comes from a specific playlist on the iPod, rather than the whole thing -- the playlist is called "A Brandnew Bag," and consists of tracks primarily from favorite artists that have not yet been played since they were put on the iPod (usually over three years ago). So here's 10 out of 3,323 in this playlist (with YouTube or other links for the song or the closest thing I could find):

1. "Wonder When You're Coming Home" - James Brown - Think
2. "The Ballad of Johnny Burma" - Mission of Burma - Vs.
3. "Frustration" - Rocket from the Tombs - Rocket Redux
4. "Feeding Time at the Zoo" - Sarah Kernochan - download from her website
5. "The Journey" - John Lee Hooker - Walking the Blues
6. "Verb: That's What's Happening" - Schoolhouse Rock - Grammar ROck
7. "Main Title" - Herbie Hancock - Blow Up
8. "Don't Defile the Sacred Mountain" - Tom X. Chao - Micro-Podcasts
9. "Let's Make It Easy" - The Parliaments (as The Fellows) - Testify! The Best of the Early Years
10. "Frog Dick, South Dakota" - Bob Martin - Midwest Farm Disaster

And here's a video playlist as close to the above as I could come . . . (if you're on Facebook, you'll have to click the link to the Original Post to see this):



Tomorrow, I'll be working again with David Finkelstein on the improvised work that he transforms into video pieces. We've been primarily working with a new form of improv this year (which David calls "landscape" as opposed to the other "musical" style we worked in before) and it took a while to find my footing in this form. Last week, though, David found an image that not only helped me find my way in this form, but I think may wind up a breakthrough in my acting in other ways.

But that's a longer story for another day. Back to work.

Ambling

Apr. 23rd, 2010 11:34 pm
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This week has been quietly spent switching back and forth between projects, doing little bits and pieces here and there.

The primary focus has been the continued writing of Spacemen from Space, which keeps coming in fits and starts -- suddenly I'll have 5 pages come out of me in one fast burst, and then nothing for a day. The characters inspire me differently -- there's 21 of them that I'm juggling, trying to keep the various plot threads in play -- it's inspired by and a parody of 1930s movie serials (in six episodes to run one after the other, but it's still a play, not meant to be split up into separate pieces), but because I'm trying to get in elements of several different kinds of serials, I have more plot and characters than you'd actually see in any one serial -- I have a "Commando Cody" - type figure ("Rocket Brannon"), a Gene Autry-type ("Cowboy Adam"), who both have assorted sidekicks, comic relief figures, and love interests, as well as some G-Men, some scientists, and two villainous figures, a masked supervillain ("The Lavender Spectre") and some aliens from the planet Ataraxia. A nice group. One character, though, has become a clear favorite -- "Chickie West," a tough-talking dame newspaper reporter. Whenever she shows up, she tends to take over the script for a little while. She talks in a constant rhythmic patois of 30s slang with melodic, machine-gunned cadences that are so delicious to write I have to force her offstage to control her (which is what the other characters are generally trying to do anyway).

I joking suggested in a status update on Facebook that I should maybe toss out the rest of the play and just write a series, The Chickie West Mysteries. A couple of people suggested this might be a more fruitful path than struggling with Spacemen, and certainly it's a spinoff I'd love to produce at some point, but apart from the character and her mode of speech, there's no there there -- I at least know where Spacemen is supposed to go - though my original outline has been considerably tossed out as I've turned out to be creating a far better structure on the fly - and have not one idea for another Chickie West series. So, that sometime later. Now, I keep plugging at Spacemen so it'll be ready for August to run in rep with Devils.

As for that show, it's still sitting there, waiting to be cut by about a half-hour. I think the two shows will work nicely in rep, as they are designed to -- they are both about anti-intellectualism and the use of fuzzy religious or spiritual thinking in stomping down clear, rational modes of thought and discourse, Devils in a nasty, unpleasant hit-you-in-the-face manner and Spacemen from Space in a completely hidden, comic, spoonful-of-sugar way.

I was also somewhat thinking of the way Ken Russell made two films in 1971 with much of the same cast and crew: his film version of the same play, The Devils, and the sweet and beautiful and meaningless film of Sandy Wilson's retro musical The Boy Friend, as if making one of those pieces meant he HAD to make the other one. I feel much that way, as if in order to allow myself to give in to the viciousness of Devils and the silliness of Spacemen, I have to do both.

And before the August shows, we of course have our June wedding, currently going by the title The Wedding of Berit Johnson & Ian W. Hill: A Theatre Study by Ian W. Hill & Berit Johnson (though actually, it's really solely "by" me, as usual, with input from Berit -- I just wanted the balance in the title, and maybe wanted to encourage B to give some extra input on this piece). I have lots of pieces for this, with no clear structure yet, except for the general structure you'd find at any wedding.

We've more been focused this week on the reception and so forth going on around the wedding-performance -- we will be doing four performances of this wedding-play in The Brick's Too Soon Festival: a "rehearsal dinner"/"critic's preview" performance on June 19; the actual "wedding," invitation-only, for friends and family with proper reception after on the 20th; and two encore/revival performances of the wedding later that week. Today we met with a woman at the restaurant where the reception will be to discuss seating arrangements, menu, and the like. It was a wonderful and calming meeting, which we needed. After that, we felt so good, and it was such a lovely day, we decided to amble down further in our neighborhood to Coney Island for lunch at Nathan's and a trip to the NY Aquarium, which was packed, primarily with Orthodox Jews, interestingly -- certainly a large demographic in this area, but unexpected on a Friday (though sundown is late these days). A full day, and now -- when this post is done -- back to real work.

As for this week's Random Ten, I'm picking it from a smaller section of the iPod. I've noted every week the total number of tracks in the iPod -- this week, it's 25,431 -- that the ten are randomly coming from. However, while trying to see what could be cut from the iPod to make space, I discovered that almost half of the tracks in this little device -- 12,021 -- have been sitting there and never been played. Which would seem to suggest that I wouldn't miss them if I cut them all, but a look over the list indicates a lot of good stuff in there (I don't load anything into the iPod unless I REALLY think I'd like to hear it on a random play while driving sometime), and I made another list of songs in the iPod that haven't got a spin that I know deserve to be in there (currently at 3,333 tracks).

So I've mainly been playing this list recently, while driving or walking -- and today was one of those days where the iPod just seems to KNOW what music should be the underscore, as our pleasant, ambling drive from Williamsburg to Coney Island was scored by the loud, Summery sounds of T-Rex, The Dictators, Black Sabbath, The Dickies, Cheap Trick, The Ventures, Tom Jones, and early Dylan and Stones. Perfect cruising tones.

And here's a Random Ten from that playlist, with links to YouTube videos of the specific song, or something similar from the band or artist:

1. "World Destruction (single version)" - Time Zone featuring Africa Bambaataa & John Lydon - World Destruction 12"
2. "No Head No Backstage Pass" - Funkadelic - Let's Take It To The Stage
3. "Caveman Raveman" - The Revillos - Attack of the Giant Revillos
4. "He Doesn't Go About It Right" - We The People - Mindrocker 60's USA Punk Anthology Vol 6
5. "What Do You Do When Love Dies?" - Dusty Springfield - Dusty In Memphis (Deluxe Edition)
6. "Papa Satan Sang Louie" - The Cramps - Fiends of Dope Island
7. "Miss Gradenko" - The Police - Synchronicity
8. "The Intergalactic Laxative" - Donovan - Cosmic Wheels
9. "Trouser Freak" - The Bonzo Dog Band - Cornology Vol. 3 - Dog Ends
10. "Tryouts For The Human Race" - Sparks - The Best Of Sparks

Hey, why not put together an entire video playlist of all the YouTube links above? Here you go, 11 videos (I've included a spare based on the song that came up next, and those of you on Facebook will have to follow the link to my original post to see this):



Only one (not-so-great) picture of our two monsters this week, here with Berit's foot on the couch . . .
Pile on Couch

But I have some shots from when I was in Maine of me with the aged cat, Bappers . . .
Chest Bappers

And the adorable young dog, Sasha . . .
Lap Sasha

This week, I discovered that some good background input to have on while I write are visually stimulating movies that I know very well and don't have to pay much attention to. So I've gone through much of the Michael Powell/Emeric Pressburger (and Powell alone) canon, and have moved on to the films of Mario Bava. And so, with Kill, Baby . . . Kill! playing, back to work . . .

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Well, back in NYC with about a third of the work done that I wanted to get done while away (I think I actually usually get a quarter done that I'd like to, so maybe I'm ahead this time). Was welcomed back to NYC with a drive home from Maine that was lovely until I hit the city limits, whereupon it appeared to be one of those days where 60% of the driving populace of Gotham has drank the asshole water. This ended just two blocks from my home where someone, on a thin two-lane street, decided the people in front of him weren't going fast enough and crossed the double-yellow line to get by them, accelerating directly at me as if I was not there. That will wake you up. Hello NYC, I missed you.

So of course I came back expecting to continue the work I was doing in Maine and keep moving forward, but I was immediately sucked into a job that eliminated having any free time until tomorrow -- so this will not be a full update today, as I must leave shortly for a rehearsal, followed by a tech, followed by a performance.

I'm working on a fascinating piece called Absynth by Abigail Fischer, directed by Matt Gray. It's a 40-minute opera made up of 7 pieces by 6 composers that will be performing as part of an evening of short operas at Galapagos in DUMBO tonight. I was asked by Matt to do the lighting design, and wound up also being drafted to do the live sound mix, which has been enjoyable, but induces nerves -- it's simple, but delicate, and getting the right balance of Abigail's wireless mic, versus the backing tracks, versus the effect processing, requires attention and precision in ears and hands. I am dreading today a bit only because quite a few of my past experiences with going into clubs in this position have resulted in dealing with in-house lighting and sound people who are NOT helpful, to say the least. I should not expect this at Galapagos, so I should just calm down.

It looks to be a great evening, so if interested, follow the link (there's another link there for discount tickets).

As I have to run, all I have time for is a fast Random Ten (out of 25,430 on the iPod) for this Friday . . .

1."Eighties Fan" - Camera Obscura - Rough Trade Shops: Indiepop 1
2. "Enough Is Never Enough" - Blood And Roses - Return of the Batcave volume 1
3. "Paura Nella Casbah" - Franco Ferrara - Music Scene: Musica Per Radio - Televisione - Films
4. "Acid Drops" - Public Image Ltd. - That What Is Not
5. "Lost Weekend" - Wall Of Voodoo - Call of the West
6. "Just A Touch of Your Hand" - Al Gardner - Lost Deep Soul Treasures 4
7. "When My Baby's Beside Me" - Big Star -#1 Record/Radio City
8. "Flip Top Box" - Dicky Doo & The Don'ts - Lux & Ivy's Favorites Volume 10
9. "As A Child" - Suzanne Vega - 99.9 F°
10. "Fanatics" - Minutemen - The Punch Line

Okay, off to a day of trying to make things beautiful on the fly . . .

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Mr. Tom X. Chao has pointed out that I haven't updated here in far too long. {sigh} Yes, I've been lax, especially as I am usually committed to at least doing my regular Friday post.

However, I'm up in Maine trying to seclude myself so I can finish the scripts for Spacemen from Space and the Wedding -- without a great deal of success, as yet, though the writing spark or whatever you call it has FINALLY kicked in today after days of sitting blocked and looking at the screen and getting only 1/2 to 1.5 pages done per day. So apart from the food/internet breaks, I'm going to try and keep riding the wave while it lasts and will be back with cats, random tens, and the like as soon as I can.

Now I have to go back to the office and into the cheap serial world of Spacemen from Space . . .

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More work on scripts and at The Brick, off and on, back and forth, in fits and starts.

The reading of Devils at The Brick on Sunday was terrific -- not entirely, of course; there was plenty about the script that doesn't work right now, but it was terrific to have a good reading that made the problems (and, luckily, the strengths) apparent. I learned that, yes, the script is long, but it should be long, just not quite so long. Also, that it wants to be in three acts instead of two, with two intermissions -- I couldn't see where an earlier first act break could possibly fall until we read it, and suddenly it was like it YELLED "Intermission HERE, now!"

However, to be a still-reasonable length, including two intermissions, I have to cut about a half-hour from it, which won't be all that easy -- there's plenty of things that can be easily cut and still tell the story, but they're all things about class and character that make the story more interesting. I thought I had a five-minute sequence ready to be cut going into the reading, but unfortunately, the reading proved that the scene was necessary (I still checked with many of the readers and our one audience members, who agreed on this point, as is the insistent Berit). So there's some work to do. Not horribly difficult work, I think, but work.

I'll be going up to Maine for a brief spell to focus and write, and I'm looking forward to that, but before I go I have to finish some needed repair work over at The Brick, where things are moving forward as always. Berit is staying in NYC as she runs sound on Samuel and Alasdair:
A Personal History of the Robot War
, which I barely got to see, but DID hear when it was in our Summer Festival last year. It was a damned great show then, and I'm sure it's just been improved since then.

We've been without TV at home for a month or so, which as I said was great for catching up on music listening, but now I have some things to look at, so I did what I said I would last week, and pulled down the busted one and put up the semi-busted one (I forgot how many problems the old set had) and have been watching the original Twilight Zone series from the start, which I think might actually inform the script for Spacemen from Space more than a little now, though it's a very different genre.

And meanwhile, back in the iPod, here's a Random Ten from the 25,396 in there (with associated links):

1. "Come and Join Us" - Bob Leaper and His Prophets - The Pye Story Vol.4
2. "Saved" - Bob Dylan - Saved
3. "Devo Corporate Anthem" - Devo - Duty Now For The Future
4. "Love Life And Money" - Marianne Faithfull - Strange Weather
5. "Pass the Hatchet Pts 1&2" - Roger & The Gypsies - Funky16Corners Radio v.23 - Funky Nawlins Vol 3
6. "Paint It Black" - The Animals - Winds Of Change
7. "Poop Hatch" - Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band - Bat Chain Puller
8. "Sa Radd" - Caligula's Barn - Single
9. "Birdhouse In Your Soul" - They Might Be Giants - Flood
10. "Necronomania" - Manfred Hubler & Siegfried Schwab - Vampyros Lesbos (Sexadelic Dance Party)

Not the greatest cat photos this week, but they are brand new. Here's both of them by the window:
Cats in Lights

Hooker sleeping on the leg of sleeping Berit:
Sleep on Leg

And I tried to get a nice shot of Moni, but she just wanted to hunker down in her dark fort below the desk, next to the books and Super-8 movie projector:
Moni Haz a Fort

And now onward to more Twilight Zones, or maybe A Serious Man or Godard's Histoire(s) du Cinema . . .

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And we continue that part of the year where every week is the same as the last with slightly more progression and I have so little to update each week except that the projects are all moving forward. And never as fast as I'd like them to, but whatever, they get done. So the weekly updates here will be a tad boring unless I feel like getting back to writing about recent viewing or whatever.

Actually, we haven't HAD any recent viewing in our home, as our lovely big 35" old Sony Trinitron monitor just suddenly went {BLIP} one day about ten days ago or so, shut down, and refuses to turn on again. I have another big Sony TV over at The Brick I could bring home and plug in (as well as the 13" 1973 Sony Trinitron I still have that STILL has a great picture!), but I haven't felt a great need to watch anything recently. I have a LOT of music I've acquired and not listened to -- about 16 days worth -- so I've been spending time as I write getting to know the things in my iTunes that I don't know as yet. A good thing.

The next big actual event -- other than the benefit party for Untitled Theater Co. #61 tonight at Bohemian National Hall after the performance of Rudolf II -- is the first reading of Devils on Sunday with a cast of 20 taking the parts of the ultimate cast of 28. Well, maybe I'll finally find out if the script works or not as it stands.

I am still hoping to play the central role of Grandier in the final production, which may be crazy -- it's a big part in a show that will be more than enough for me to handle as director/designer/producer, but if it's not me, I'll have to audition for someone new, as I'm just not happy with the idea of anyone I know in the part. The reading on Sunday is also for me to see if I am as fully comfortable in the role as I think. At the same time, I am frankly not in good enough physical shape to play the part right now. I've been dieting and working out, and have, thankfully, begun to see results, but it may not be enough. I'll have to decide in late April for sure if I think I can do it or not.

At first, the diet was effective, but lacking some of what I obviously needed, nutritionally, so I became a bit woozy, lethargic, and lightheaded, but with some adjustments I'm in fine shape now -- although I still would rather be hunkered down at home writing than going out, but I'm forcing myself to do that more and more so I don't become some kind of stir-crazy hermit.

And, as always, from the iPod, a Random Ten out of 25,452 in there, with associated YouTube links:

1. "Ghosts" - Strawbs - The Very Best of Strawbs: Halcyon Days (The A&M Years)
2. "Que Sera Sera" - Pink Martini - Rare On Air Vol 5, KCRW Morning Becomes Electric 1998-99
3. "Camarillo Brillo" - Frank Zappa - Overnite Sensation
4. "Rock, Sound & Vision" - Go Home Productions - GHP Complete - CD15 Trashed-The Ultimate Bootleg Rejection
5. "Faithless" - Scritti Politti - Early
6. "Dr. Fucker M.D. (Musical Deviant)" - The Cramps - Fiends of Dope Island
7. "Every Day I Feel Depressed" - Christopher Guest - The Best Of The National Lampoon Radio Hour
8. "Our Prayer/Gee" - Brian Wilson - Smile
9. "The Leaping Nuns' Chorus" - Peter Cook & Dudley Moore - Orphaned Film Songs
10. "Tzena, Tzena, Tzena" - The John Buzon Trio - Inferno!

No good cat photos this week, but here's a couple of videos I found and liked.

Ann-Margret may never have actually done an ad for Patio diet soda, but she sure did a weird-ass one for Canada Dry:


I've watched the classic clip of Roy Head doing "Treat Her Right" on Shindig QUITE a few times, and shared it before here, I'm sure. It's a HELL of a performance.

Here's another video of Roy doing the same song (lipsyncing the studio version this time) on another show, Action, from around the same time. It starts out a lot more contained, as he's on a much smaller stage, but with his hands free, he's able to do a lot more with them, so it starts as an interesting, smaller version. Then you realize there's a LOT more space in front of the stage as he decides to fill it. Nice.


Roy's still touring and still singing this song, but he doesn't dance all that much anymore -- the man is nearly 70, and I get the impression that if he can't do it the way he used to, he's not going to do some half-assed approximation. He can still belt it, though.

Oh, man, daylight savings is screwing me up -- didn't realize how late it had gotten. I have to move. The benefit tonight is meant to seem like a 17th-Century costume ball given by Rudolf II, and I literally have nothing to wear that works for this. Berit has suggested that I show up in my most raggedy, moth-eaten clothes and be a plague-ridden peasant that has crashed the party, so I may try that out . . .

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Alex Chilton died yesterday.

The online outpouring was immediate, astonishing, and moving. I've been a fan of Chilton since my dad played me his then-new EP Feudalist Tarts when it came out in 1985. Two years later, I picked up his new album High Priest, which included the EP and both sides of his "No Sex" single, and had it in constant rotation for many many years. Even now, almost every "general" playlist in my iPod contains at least five Chilton songs that I must have handy to sing along to at top volume in the car.

But my fandom was based mainly on his post-'85 work -- I was somewhat aware of the Big Star albums, and knew the big Box Tops single, of course. I was just getting around to getting more familiar with those periods (and some of the gaps in his later work I'd discovered) recently. Like just this month. If you'dve asked me, I would have thought that when Chilton died, the reaction would only be a bit more than what the great cult recording artist Jim Dickinson (who produced work by Big Star and Chilton and was in no small way responsible for the sound and feel of Chilton's later career) received when he died seven months ago. Cult artist. Influential. Barely listened-to. Chilton would get a bit more attention because of Big Star and The Box Tops (and singing "The Letter" when he was 16 years old), but not much.

I was stunned and moved to see dozens and dozens of my Facebook friends, not just the musicians and music geeks, but EVERYONE, eulogizing the man or saying goodbye or writing about what he meant to them. I didn't know how deeply the Big Star albums in particular had actually spread and penetrated the common consciousness. Wow. Lots of sad and beautiful words out there. It appears that the classic Replacements song "Alex Chilton" (which is also getting new life with a new generation as a track in the Rock Band 2 game) has caused a LOT of people to go back and find out why the hell Paul Westerberg was singing about this guy.

And I think people are also hard-hit by AC's death because he was fairly young, and not only that, he was still working. Not just the revival shows with the revived "Big Star" (which he apparently wasn't all that fond of, but tolerated) and occasional work with the revived Box Tops (the original lineup! - which he WAS very happy to do, his wife says), but there was MORE WORK for Alex Chilton to do. His last couple of albums weren't his best, though there are some gems there -- a few too many covers of too much varied quality, maybe, but hearing him take on standards by Stuff Smith, Allen Toussaint and Yip Harburg was worth it -- and he was certainly still changing and finding new things. His wife says he was more and more into classical music and classical guitar, and it would have been interesting to hear how he might have brought that into his own very distinctive style. But now we won't. I'm positive we could have had at least another couple of decades of interesting and valuable music from Alex Chilton, and I'm PISSED OFF that I won't get to hear it now.

But there's over four decades of his work past us to keep listening to. I put everything I have of his -- Box Tops, Big Star and solo -- in a big playlist (8 hours long) that I'm still working through. This is good stuff, and I'm glad to have it.

I posted a whole bunch of Chilton videos to Facebook last night, but there were more I wanted to share, so here they are (behind the cut -- and they won't be visible when this reposts on Facebook; you'll have to click the link to "View Original Post"). Enjoy . . .

Alex Chilton -- 11 videos )



And a classic story, which Adam Swiderski posted on Facebook this morning, from Our Band Could Be Your Life by Michael Azerrad. This happened in the midst of a massive freakout by a drugged up Gibby Haynes from the Butthole Surfers at a Dutch music festival:

Haynes then made a successful run for the dressing room and slammed the door behind him. Kramer could hear Leary and Haynes screaming at each other inside, and when he finally worked up the courage to open the door, he found the two of them smashing guitars, bottles and chairs in what Kramer calls “the most potent example of bad behavior I have ever seen. To this day, more than fifteen years later, I have no more vivid memory of the effect a life in music can have on a human being.”

Moments later a man entered the dressing room and asked if he could borrow a guitar. “BORROW A GUITAR??!!! WELL, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU???!!! Haynes screamed, eyes flashing in delirious anticipation of forthcoming violence. But the man was totally unfazed.

“I’m Alex Chilton,” the man answered calmly.

Haynes was flabbergasted. After a long pause, he methodically opened the remaining guitar cases one by one and gestured at them as if to say, “Take anything you want.”



RIP Mr. Chilton. Take anything you want.

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Having finished my work on Craven Monkey and Rudolf II, I spent the week organizing boring personal matters, mostly -- getting the car serviced, getting the cats their regular checkup, and so forth. And preparing for the first reading of Devils in a little over a week.

For that, we'll have 18 of the actors that I'd like to be doing the show reading 26 of the parts, and another 2 friends (Moira Stone & Robert Honeywell) have stepped in for two of the main roles where the actors can't be there (though, hopefully, they can do the eventual production). And I keep reading and rereading the script and having no idea if it will work or not. Need this reading. Desperately.

Some reviews coming in on Rudolf II already. I get nicely mentioned HERE and HERE. I won't link to the not-so-good review of the show, which doesn't mention me anyway.

Craven Monkey continues to get press love, which is great. I am a hair peeved (which is silly) that my lighting for this show, which I'm rather happy with and I think is more complex than Rudolf's (appropriately, as Rudolf all takes place in one room over many years, and in Monkey I'm having to create many, many locations with light only), gets no press love except for the word "evocative" in one review. Jules, the costume designer, who gets PLENTY of press attention on this (deservedly, the work is beautiful), apparently said I lit her costumes better than she'd ever seen before, so maybe I can (and should) just be pleased that I showcased the beautiful bodies, movement, and costumes quite well. Some nice shots of the show are HERE.

Also, work continues on the upcoming wedding, which becomes more and more like a really difficult production of mine with each week.

Well, here's the weekly Random Ten tracks out of the 25,443 on the iPod (with YouTube links to the songs where available or something related if not):

1. "Chocolate Sue" - The Moan - Nederbeat Dutch Nuggets 2
2. "Down In Mexico" - The Coasters - Atlantic Rhythm & Blues vol 3 1955-1957
3. "Down In The Alley" - The Jeff Healey Band - The Last Temptation Of Elvis
4. "Everybody Have Fun Tonight" - Wang Chung - Mosaic
5. "Sjungalaten" - Askadarna - Single
6. "Black Diamond Bay" - Bob Dylan - Desire
7. "Puzzles" - The Yardbirds - Little Games
8. "I'm Going to Memphis" - Johnny Cash - Unearthed
9. "Camarillo Brillo" - Frank Zappa - Overnite Sensation
10. "Got Love If You Want It (live 1964)" - The Yardbirds - Five Live

The iPod seems to be going through a Yardbirds phase recently (not just here, but all around). Fine by me.

As for recent photos, here's a "Holy Grail" prop that Berit constructed for Rudolf II from a Bed, Bath, and Beyond cotton ball-holder and cup from a bathroom sink-set, and painted:
Berit Makes a Grail

And here's Hooker, who somehow got himself all tucked in under the blanket next to Berit's leg (she complained later, "He stole the covers off me!"):
Tucked in on Berit's Foot

One of my favorite videos of the week -- Creed live in concert, "shredding":



And for a sad finale, here is Jean-Luc Godard's short eulogy-film for his friend Eric Rohmer (that is, if it's embedding like it should; it's not showing up in the preview -- if it isn't, it can be seen HERE). It is in French, of course, titles and JLG's narration. There are a number of attempts at a combined English translation HERE, which get most of it, but as Godard's narration is deliberately mumbled, even the native French speakers have trouble making some of it out (also, he refers to people and locations only he and Rohmer would probably recall, which doesn't help).

In any case, the titles flashed onscreen are almost all titles of reviews Rohmer wrote for Cahiers du Cinema in his (and JLG's) youth (sometimes under the name "Maurice Scherer," his real name), except the opening title, which seems to be the name of Godard's film here: IT WAS WHEN / NO / THERE WAS WHAT / YES.

He uses the interspersed "Yes/No" in his narration, as well, which seems to start as JLG trying to remember where he and Rohmer first met, and becomes a series of fragmentary memories of his friend -- the two of them as young men in love with movies, writing, listening to records, talking in cafes, etc.

In the final moments, as we see the 79-year-old Godard, he is paraphrasing the end of Flaubert's Sentimental Education: "Ah, those were the best times we had, says Frederic. Yes, those were the best times we had, says Deslauriers."


EDIT: Nope, not embedding. Follow link above . . .

Craig Keller at Cinemasparagus translates a passage by writer Jean-Marc Lalanne on this film:

Rarely have we heard Godard speak of such personal things, very simple and very exposed. The film closes with a furtive shot of the filmmaker, face slightly haggard in his webcam. With that, he's gone. You want to hold onto him. You want to hold onto both of them.

Argh. Rainy in Brooklyn today, and too much I want to do out of the house. And Hooker-kitty is hating me because of the eardrops I have to give him twice a day. {sigh}

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Late on the usual post because I've been finishing up a heavy week's work lighting two shows.

Craven Monkey and the Mountain of Fury reopened at The Brick last week, but I had to relight the first two performances to work with a different plot, so I went back and spent two days reconstituting the normal Brick setup and re-relighting the show to bring it back to the original look I had for it in December (which I was quite happy with) along with some of the slight improvements I had made in version 2. I saw it again last night and it worked quite well.

Tonight, Rudolf II opened at Bohemian National Hall, and went quite well. It was a bit of a pain to light, given the layout of the show and what I had to work with, but it wound up being fine. It's by no means the first time I've had to light a show that plays on a thin long strip with the audience on both sides, but I still struggle to accomplish anything that makes me happy in that setup. There's still some rough edges -- most I can correct, but some not so much. Oh, well, it happens.

Tomorrow I get a day off, but the four or five things I want to fix in Craven Monkey are still nagging at me, so I may take a ride over to The Brick tomorrow to do that if I'm up for it. But I could use the rest.

It's been an odd week -- the work was long and tiring, yes, but more often obstacles would arise from someone or some organization doing something silly that made my job harder, but as I would be getting a good anger on, the problem would either vanish or a solution would appear that would be much better than any original plan, which was great, but would leave me with a big ball of unresolved anger and no place to put it. And having all that anger riding on you gets exhausting.

But all that's pretty much done, and it's on to the other work.

Meanwhile, back in the iPod, a Random Ten from out of 25,443 (with links to hear and/or see most of them on YouTube):

1. "The Art Of Everyday Communication Part 1" - The Light Footwork - One State Two State
2. "Man With A Gun" - Jerry Harrison - Casual Gods
3. "No One Knows My Plan" - They Might Be Giants - John Henry
4. "Lucky Day" - Tom Waits - The Black Rider
5. "Story Of Isaac" - Leonard Cohen - Songs From A Room
6. "Monster Man" - Soul Coughing - Mix Disk - Dad
7. "Skippy Is A Sissy" - Roy Gaines - Sin Alley, Vol. 1: Red Hot Rockabilly 1955 - 1962
8. "Got Love If You Want It (live 1964)" - The Yardbirds - Five Live
9. "Return Of The Rat" - Wipers - Wipers Box Set: Is This Real?
10. "Delia's Gone (original)" - Johnny Cash - Legend

And I have nothing new in the way of photos, but as for videos -- in honor of the recent announcement that Shout! Factory will be releasing the wonderful 1987 Max Headroom TV series on DVD, here's Max with Art of Noise, back when he seemed to be popping up everywhere:


A bizarre little spot from IHOP in 1969:


A local commercial that Berit and I fell for while up in Maine (we love local TV ads):


And the classic Apocalypse Pooh:


Back to rest . . .

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Late on the usual post because I've been finishing up a heavy week's work lighting two shows.

Craven Monkey and the Mountain of Fury reopened at The Brick last week, but I had to relight the first two performances to work with a different plot, so I went back and spent two days reconstituting the normal Brick setup and re-relighting the show to bring it back to the original look I had for it in December (which I was quite happy with) along with some of the slight improvements I had made in version 2. I saw it again last night and it worked quite well.

Tonight, Rudolf II opened at Bohemian National Hall, and went quite well. It was a bit of a pain to light, given the layout of the show and what I had to work with, but it wound up being fine. It's by no means the first time I've had to light a show that plays on a thin long strip with the audience on both sides, but I still struggle to accomplish anything that makes me happy in that setup. There's still some rough edges -- most I can correct, but some not so much. Oh, well, it happens.

Tomorrow I get a day off, but the four or five things I want to fix in Craven Monkey are still nagging at me, so I may take a ride over to The Brick tomorrow to do that if I'm up for it. But I could use the rest.

It's been an odd week -- the work was long and tiring, yes, but more often obstacles would arise from someone or some organization doing something silly that made my job harder, but as I would be getting a good anger on, the problem would either vanish or a solution would appear that would be much better than any original plan, which was great, but would leave me with a big ball of unresolved anger and no place to put it. And having all that anger riding on you gets exhausting.

But all that's pretty much done, and it's on to the other work.

Meanwhile, back in the iPod, a Random Ten from out of 25,443 (with links to hear and/or see most of them on YouTube):

1. "The Art Of Everyday Communication Part 1" - The Light Footwork - One State Two State
2. "Man With A Gun" - Jerry Harrison - Casual Gods
3. "No One Knows My Plan" - They Might Be Giants - John Henry
4. "Lucky Day" - Tom Waits - The Black Rider
5. "Story Of Isaac" - Leonard Cohen - Songs From A Room
6. "Monster Man" - Soul Coughing - Mix Disk - Dad
7. "Skippy Is A Sissy" - Roy Gaines - Sin Alley, Vol. 1: Red Hot Rockabilly 1955 - 1962
8. "Got Love If You Want It (live 1964)" - The Yardbirds - Five Live
9. "Return Of The Rat" - Wipers - Wipers Box Set: Is This Real?
10. "Delia's Gone (original)" - Johnny Cash - Legend

And I have nothing new in the way of photos, but as for videos -- in honor of the recent announcement that Shout! Factory will be releasing the wonderful 1987 Max Headroom TV series on DVD, here's Max with Art of Noise, back when he seemed to be popping up everywhere:


A bizarre little spot from IHOP in 1969:


A local commercial that Berit and I fell for while up in Maine (we love local TV ads):


And the classic Apocalypse Pooh:


Back to rest . . .

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And the script writing/editing has been supplanted this week (and next) by becoming a lighting designer again.

I had to go in and relight Craven Monkey and the Mountain of Fury, as the first two performances are running in rep with the current mainstage hit show, the Debate Society's You're Welcome, and the lights have been changed from the house plot for their show. So I went in, did some fixes, and it looks okay. Probably better than okay, but I was very happy with my original work on the show, and I'm not sure it's as good now. Actually, I think a few things are improved here and there (and some lights/gobos brought in by Debate Society I've been allowed to use have balanced out no longer having any changeable colored backlight). I just miss some of the subtlety I was able to get from the regular plot. I was going to go in for opening night tonight, but Snowpocalypse 2: Electric Boogaloo (along with a slight illness that's been hovering on me for a couple of days) makes this a poor idea for tonight. Tomorrow, probably, then.

I'm also now lighting Untitled Theatre Co. #61's production of Rudolf II, which will be fun -- it's a great space, and I have the assistance, assistants, and equipment to make it all fine and good (though I may not quite have the time I would like) -- but somewhat of an unexpected gig, and I tend to get oddly thrown, personally, by sudden, unexpected things popping up anywhere outside of my work (and I don't like them there either). Saw a runthrough of the show the other day, and it's simple and something I can do well, but, yeah, I am worrying about the time to do it as good as I know I can. We'll see. Basically, I'm lighting the whole thing on Monday and making fixes over the couple of days after.

Otherwise, I'm writing as I can, going over the Devils script in prep for a reading late in March, planning the wedding, helping Berit with her own work on Rudolf II, and having my weekly improvisation sessions with David Finkelstein (that I still need to write about). And listening to even more music than usual.

Speaking of which -- from among the 25,446 tracks on the iPod, here's a Random Ten (with associated links) for this week . . .

1. "One Of Those Things" - Dexy's Midnight Runners - Don't Stand Me Down - The Director's Cut
2. "I'd Rather Be Burned As a Witch" - Eartha Kitt- This October: A BenT Howl-O-Ween Mix
3. "You Bowed Down" - Elvis Costello & The Attractions - All This Useless Beauty
4. "Hawaii Five-O Theme" - The Ventures - Hawaii Five-O
5. "Ain't Going Home" - Telli Mills - Sin Alley, Vol. 2: Red Hot Rockabilly 1955 - 1962
6. "Here Come The Lies" - Sham 69 - Hollywood Hero
7. "Behind Closed Doors" - Charlie Rich - Love Songs
8. "Your Honor" - Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch
9. "Quicksand" - David Bowie - Hunky Dory
10. "Hey Joe" - Roy Buchanan - That's What I Am Here For

And I got some kitty pictures for this week. Here's Hooker being playful on B's lap as she computes . . .
Crazy Lap Kitty

And him being happy and stretchy-adorable by her foot on the couch . . .
Fuzzy Belly & Foot

So, yes, today was the surprise snow day that looks worse than the big anticipated one earlier this month. And it was a day Berit and I were going to drive around and get stuff for Rudolf II. I didn't think it was a good idea, but I agreed to drive to Staples -- by half a block from home, Berit saw why I didn't think it was a good idea (though this below is Avenue P, which was actually plowed, unlike Avenue S).
Snow Day 2 - Not Fun Driving

On the other hand, I was probably lucky to do this, as when we got to Staples, I discovered I had a flat tire, and probably had since I left home, and before -- and the Staples is only a half-block from the tire-repair joint where I get my alignments done. So the flat fix wound up being quick.
Snow Day 2 - East on S

I wasn't going to drive out further after that today, so we went home and B went off on errands by train. You can see how happy she is about it . . .
Snow Day 2 - Berit on Errands

And I took pictures from the subway stair landing . . .
Snow Day 2 - Up McDonald

And under it . . .
Snow Day 2 - Under El Snow

Before an odd brief break in the snow gave us blue skies and sun for a bit . . .
Snow Day 2 - Birds and Blue Skies?

And I came home to write this slowly and listen over and over to a favorite "new" song that I found among the thousands I have in the iTunes that I haven't listened to as yet -- I download tons of comps and can't get through them all, so I get surprised by discoveries all the time.

Here's a YouTube video featuring this song, "You Haven't Seen My Love" by Danny Hernandez & The Odds, from Michigan, 1967 (invisible on Facebook, but I posted it separately there). I'm as obsessed with this song as I was with Sagittarius' "Gladys" last year, but I have no show this year to get it into, unfortunately. I'll have the perfect scene for it someday . . .



Back to trying not to be ill and thinking about the work . . .

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So on Monday I finished the Devils script to the point where I felt okay sending it to actors and discussing doing a reading. Sent it to the 27 actors who (plus me) I'd love to be the cast of the show, with a list of possible dates for a reading (and some notes to the effect that no, this is probably not the last draft of the script -- it's very likely too long and needs cutting, but we won't know where or how until the reading).

Found a date in late March when 19 of us can definitely get together and read it. As for the others, two of the actors are unavailable and/or uninterested, three are interested in the reading and/or eventual production, but can't make the date, two can probably make it but aren't sure, and another two aren't sure on any account yet, it seems (the last two especially concerning me right now, as they're the two female leads in the thing, and I'm REALLY hoping these actresses do the show). So we're moving forward on that. Now I can barely wait the month until that reading.

I read and reread the script and each time I keep having a different opinion of it. I'm hoping the reading will convince me 100% that I'm on the right track here. Still very self-conscious about the current casting of myself in what is really the lead role in the thing, for a number of reasons I don't want to go into right now. I'll see how I feel about that after the reading as well . . .

Trying to get into the other writing this week, with limited success. Some good ideas coming for Wedding, but not much apart from that.

David Finkelstein of Lake Ivan, on whose work I've been collaborating for the past year, has, as my director, given me a writing assignment, asking me to write something about our work from my perspective, for posting here and/or maybe on the Lake Ivan Improvisation Blog and Forum where David posts his notes, instructions, principles and thoughts. Wow, 41 years old and I'm suddenly getting homework again. I really feel on the spot.

I'm still trying to put my thoughts about this improvisation work that we do into the kind of words I'd feel fine with sharing (and that would, in any event, be useful to me in terms of learning from the work I'm doing with David, which is a good deal of why he wants me to write about it). The improvisational work I've been doing with David (which he videotapes in front of a green screen for potential future transformation into a video art piece) has been extremely useful for me as a director, writer, and actor this past year, and I'd like to maybe codify why a bit.

But that's a little hard for me sometimes when the work is so fluid and ever-changing. We're always learning more. We started work again after some time away two weeks ago, and wound up having some kind of useful breakthrough that resulted in a particularly fine group of improvisation pieces (for some reason, our improvisation duets usually wind up lasting around 45 minutes, consisting of several shorter "movements" of 10-20 minutes each). Last week, despite having prepared and focused on what we had learned the previous week (and reread David's blog entry on "The Improv AFTER a Great Improv," which was originally an email to me and a good "warning" piece), things didn't go so well. We discussed things afterward and pretty much reasoned out why -- and it may have come down to simple semantic issues, that words used in our preparation that were suggestive to David in one (good) way had quite the opposite effect on me.

But this is something I'll continue working on writing about to share here sometime soon.

As for the normal weekly business, here's today's Random Ten from the iPod, with links to YouTube videos of the songs themselves, or something related . . .

1. "Take Pity with our City" - Box of Fish - Trousers In Action 7"
2. ""I Guess I'll Peanut" - Mike Keneally & Beer For Dolphins - Sluggo!
3. "Harry, You're A Beast" - Frank Zappa & The Mothers Of Invention - We're Only In It For The Money
4. "Misirlou" - The Deptford Beach Babes - At A Loss For Words
5. "Faith" - The Boy Least Likely To - download
6. "Sticks And Stones" - The Golden Ear-rings - Just Ear-rings
7. "7-Up Ad (Sitar)" - Promo - Psychedelic Promos & Radio Spots, vol. 8
8. "Imagination" - The Quotations - The Doo Wop Box I vol 4: The Doo Wop Revival (1959-1987)
9. "Lisbon" - Pere Ubu - St Arkansas
10. "Closing" - Philip Glass - Glassworks

The kitties have been very cute this week, but I've been thwarted from getting a good photo of them, as they always seem to know when I'm about to take a good picture of them (especially Moni) and stop being adorable just as the shutter is about to go.

And the one time when they were out cold and I could get a bunch of shots of them, and did, I used the flash and wound up with hideously overexposed shots that Photoshop could not repair any more than this:
H&M - Overexposed

But I did get an OK shot of Hooker doing his snake impression on the couch:
Hooker's Snake Impression

Besides my writing assignment for David, I should get back to more thoughts on Godard.
Godard - Le Mepris 4

I've finished up watching all of his features from 1960-1967, and continue to love and be inspired by his work, though I seem to have some different opinions from the majority on his "great" films versus the merely "good" ones (let alone the one absolutely awful one in there).
Godard - Made in U.S.A. 1

Seeing Two or Three Things I Know About Her when I was 17 did something to my head, set me on the path that got me where I am today, artistically. Maybe I should be pissed at it for doing that, but instead I love it all the more.
Godard - making the last shot of 2 or 3 Things

He certainly makes me want to get behind the lens of a motion picture camera again, I'll tell you that. I started seeing how much I could maybe find a 16mm sync camera on ebay for last night, found an okay one in my price range, but was automatically outbid. I'll keep looking.
Godard - Tout Va Bien 2

I'm getting film ideas again, which is nice, despite it being dead and all.

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In between writing and planning spells, I've been relaxing and regrouping with the films of Jean-Luc Godard. My man, and always an inspiration. As I now have, or have borrowed, every one of his movies from the "classic" period (1960-1967), I'm going through them all in order, and enjoying them anew (and please pardon my not keeping to any standard of using only French or English titles for the films - I tend to go with whatever either seems more "common" . . . or is easier and faster to type)

I only watched his two early shorts, Charlotte and Veronique, or: All the Boys Are Named Patrick and Charlotte and Her Jules for the first time with this go, and they're cute little things. You can see where he's going in them, but they're of a lighter comedy than anything else he'd do, except maybe A Woman Is a Woman. They feel more like the silent movie sequence that Godard and Anna Karina act in in Varda's Cléo from 5 to 7, with dialogue, but all dubbed over footage shot with a slightly-undercranked camera, so everything feels sped-up, jerky, and punchier.
Godard - CHARLOTTE ET VERONIQUE

It hadn't occurred to me that Godard may have been the inventor of the "Manic Pixie Dream Girl" type that has so overtaken independent film these days, but he may be (there are earlier "Manic Dream Girls" - Hepburn in Bringing Up Baby for example - but they generally didn't have the "Pixie" until Godard). Until seeing the early shorts, I would have imagined the MPDG started with Jean Seberg in Breathless (though she's barely manic, really), but Anne Collette's Charlotte in the two Godard shorts is massively MPDGing all over the place (especially in the second, where as Jean-Paul Belmondo - dubbed by JLG himself - delivers a monologue about Charlotte's faults, she wanders around the room, tries on hats, and makes "cute," non-sequitur faces all over the place until you want to puke). Watching these two early shorts, you would probably imagine Godard to go on to be a pioneer in a French New Wave version of the RomCom.
Godard - BREATHLESS

But instead, we get Breathless - which I'd only seen once before, and as on that occasion, it surprised me with how fresh and new and joyful it feels, even today. Godard would make better films, quite a few better films, but you can still look at Breathless and understand why it had the impact it did in 1960. I don't think it's a masterpiece, and I DO think JLG made a ridiculous number of masterpieces in the 15 features he completed in this 7-year period (at the very least, Contempt, Masculin, féminin, 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her, and Weekend, if not more), all of them better movies than Breathless, but he never made a more important one, and maybe never one as purely FUN. You can feel his excitement in making his first film in every frame -- in the documentary on the Criterion DVD, they read a wonderful letter from JLG to the producer of the two early shorts, written as Breathless was shooting, where JLG notes that EVERYONE else working on the film thinks it's going horribly and will be a disaster, and JLG is both a bit concerned about this and at the same time not-at-all concerned as he thinks the footage is great and it's just the film he wants it to be (and he's also worried that this means he's nuts).

Sometimes you do have to think of the context to appreciate something like that. One day, after looking over a list of some films that came out in 1960, I realized that Hitchcock's Psycho had also been released that year, and it struck me that, in the middle of everything else that was playing in American movie theatres that year (mostly glossy color things designed to reassure), the Hitchcock film must have felt like a terrorist act -- nothing else on a USA screen looked or felt anything like Psycho. No wonder it had such an impact. Now, of course, it almost seems quaint.

As, in many ways, does Breathless, but it has a light-footed quality that separates it from all the films influenced by it ever since. Somewhere in looking at reviews of the film after watching it, someone noted sourly their confusion over the title . . . why À bout de souffle? No one in it is particularly breathless or winded in it. No, it's the movie itself that is at breath's end, barely able to get its story out in the rush of how excited it is to tell you that story. And you GO with it.
Godard - Le Petit Soldat

After that I got to Le Petit Soldat, which I thought I'd seen before and disliked, but I was wrong, it was completely new to me. It's a tight little Godardian spy drama about conflicts in Geneva between French and Algerian agents, with some nice twists (and a surprising and disturbing scene in which waterboarding is described as it is demonstrated on our hero). Nice and taut. And of course, it introduces Miss Anna Karina, who becomes JLG's muse (and wife) for the next few years, and boy can you see why -- before we meet her in the film, Karina's boyfriend bets the hero $50 that he'll fall in love with her less than 5 minutes after meeting her. After their first meeting, our hero hands over the $50 to his friend without another word. Many of us would, too.
Godard - Une Femme Est Une Femme 1

A Woman Is a Woman was his third feature, and previously I'd found it just okay. Fun, but a little too precious.
Godard - Une Femme Est Une Femme 2
For some reason, this time it got me in just the right way, and I was swept up in its experimental silliness -- its tone of being an over-the-top Hollywood musical without any real songs. Even if it does worship the eminently worship-worthy Ms. Karina a BIT too much.
Godard - Une Femme Est Une Femme 3

Next up for me, when today's work is done, are Vivre Sa Vie, which I've seen a few times, but many years ago, and I remember it as brilliant but grim and humorless, and Les Carabiniers, which I saw only the first 20 minutes of before I walked out on it, and am not looking forward to sitting through. Granted, it was 19 or 20 years ago when I last tried, it was a LOUSY print, and it was on the second half of a double-bill with the far superior Masculin, féminin, and after the first film's brilliance, the second's mix of heavy-handed political commentary and bad jokes (both massively subpar for JLG, as I remember) didn't sit well with me, when I just wanted to think about how great the first film was. I hope I was wrong about it then, and that it's not what I remember, but everything I've read about it since would seem to indicate I was correct in my first impressions.

More soon, as I get through this stack o' JLG. Wish I was watching them on a bigger screen. Maybe sometime this year, I'll carve out 8 days to watch them all in The Brick on the big screen, with whoever feels like coming by . . .

Breathless

Feb. 12th, 2010 01:07 pm
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More work on everything still taking longer than it should.

I'm close to finished with my work on the Devils script, and every day go back to it several times, and every time now I change my mind about what I think of it. Is it too big? Too unwieldy? Completely wrong for The Brick? For me? Sometimes I'm overwhelmingly happy with it, and then I look again and it's not at all the play I was interested in directing. I can't tell what it is anymore. Reading it right now feels more like Robert Altman meets A Little Piece of the Sun meets the 17th Century, and I'm not sure that's what I was intending. Sometimes it seems like an NC-17 version of something they'd do at The Pearl, and that's not quite what The Brick seems to be about.

I think the next step with this one is to set up a reading -- preferably with the "dream cast" I have in my head for it (27 people, oy), and some other friends -- and hear it and see what works and what doesn't, if anything. Berit also has to read it first when I'm finished with it -- I have all the scenes and dialogue in order now, but I need to write all the stage directions and clean it up so it makes sense.

The Wedding play is coming along more steadily. Luckily, a number of ideas for it emerged that have made the whole thing much clearer. I'm still waiting back to see if the entire "cast" can do it (Berit doesn't like me to call them the "wedding party," but really that's the "character" our "cast" will kind of be playing). Other planning goes on -- getting the dates set for the three other performances besides the "real" one, renting extra chairs for the "real" one, and so on and so forth. We've seen friends go through the pre-wedding craziness a few times in the past few years, and I overconfidently thought we wouldn't have nearly the trouble, as for Berit and I it would just be like doing a show. Now I've realized, Oh, right, Berit and I go completely nuts ourselves when doing any of our own shows on this scale, so it's going to be the same as doing an immense show for us, with the added fun of dealing with extra "spaces" and "designers" that are more outside our control than usual. Also, on the shows, decisions are a lot easier -- we're still at a loss on where to begin with what kind of cake we want -- we know several bakeries we like and will check out, but every time we discuss the cake, we get bogged down in too many possibilities. {sigh} Well, it's all happening. I just want it all happening faster.

And Spacemen from Space has stalled in the writing. I'm worried about getting it done now in time for this year. I need a second show -- I can't just do Devils as I can't afford the rights to enough performances to fill up the whole month -- and I've made it a rule that at least ONE of my August shows every year has to be an original written or co-written by me (The Brick also is really about new, original work, and I always feel a bit guilty about the revivals I do, no matter how changed or re-interpreted). But right now, this show just isn't coming out of my brain. Maybe when I get the others out I'll be able to focus better.

So in between writing, walking around the neighborhood, or sitting around feeling blocked and frustrated, I've been watching a lot of Jean-Luc Godard. But that's another blog post (to come shortly).

As for now, here's today's Friday Random Ten, with associated video links, from the 25,442 tracks in the iPod . . .

1. "What Can I Do For You?" - Bob Dylan - Saved
2. "Diamond Dew" - Gorkys Zygotic Mynci - Barafundle
3. "Lifetime Piling Up" - Talking Heads - Sand In The Vaseline
4. "When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky (alternate take)" - Bob Dylan - The Bootleg Series - Volume 3: Rare & Unreleased, 1961-1991
5. "Too Much Junk" - The Alleycats - Dangerhouse Volume Two
6. "Rooster Blues" - Lightnin' Slim - Excello Story, Volume 3: 1957 - 1961
7. "It's Now Or Never" - El Vez - Graciasland
8. "Ain't No Tellin'" - Mississippi John Hurt - 1928 Sessions
9. "Deep Purple/'S Wonderful" - Dr. Samuel J. Hoffman - Ultra-Lounge 18: Bottoms Up
10. "East To The West" - Anti-Pasti - Rondelet Records Punk Singles Collection

And two cat pictures from last night. First the two, curled up and sound asleep together . . .
Double Kitty Curl

But then they woke up, and of course I couldn't get Moni to look at me no matter what (Hooker, as usual, obliged):
Piles of Fur

I had to go out and get groceries in the middle of the snowstorm a couple of days ago. And despite how I look in this picture, I enjoyed the walk (all the photos of me looking cheerful also make me look demented):
Snow Day

Someone had built a snowman in front of the building (not these people, who were playing with it; they wanted to know where it came from):
Snow Day - snowman

The day itself seemed to be black and white, and the snow on the branches was almost an eye-straining optical illusion:
Snow Day - close branches

But if you pulled back, you saw a pretty, snowy Brooklyn street:
Snow Day - 2nd Street

Finally made it to the supermarket, where they weren't bothering to clean up the outside too much:
Snow Day - at Kosher Corner

And, as always, time to get back to work . . .

collisionwork: (sleep)
Slow week of not much to report, or rather much the same -- writing on Devils and Wedding (Spacemen didn't have anything new happen this week), some small jobs to handle at The Brick, some personal errands to run and things to get done for the Wedding-Production itself.

I can tell already that while things are slow right now, this year is going to be a killer snowball picking up speed and inertia as it rolls. I keep wanting to jump ahead about two months and GET TO THINGS, but I need all this boring slog time to prepare everything that needs careful, thought-out, detailed work this year.

For fun "other" work, I'm going back to working on improvised theatre/video with David Finkelstein tomorrow and working with Marc Spitz on one or two new plays he's got going that need some work and feedback.

So I work and blast music. Here's a morning Random Ten from the iPod (with associated links -- you can hear more of these actual songs than usual today!):

1. "Giving Up" - Julie Grant - Count On Me! (The Complete Pye Sessions)
2. "Saut Crapaud" - Columbus Fruge - Anthology Of American Folk Music, Vol. 2A: Social Music
3. "Girls" - Iggy Pop - New Values
4. "Can Your Pussy Do The Dog?" - The Cramps - A Date With Elvis
5. "Baltimore" - Five Chinese Brothers - Rig Rock Juke Box: A Collection of Diesel Only Records
6. "My Confusion" - The Elite - Back From The Grave 1
7. "Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am" - Charles Mingus - Oh Yeah
8. "Sucked Out" - Superdrag - Regretfully Yours
9. "My Favorite Song" - The Kay Gees - Keep On Bumpin' & Master Plan
10. "Give It Back (live)" - The Dickies - Locked 'N' Loaded

And some new cat images this week - one each of the monsters. Here's Hooker in a new favorite place, a useless old tweed jacket of mine in front of the radiator:
Hooker Likes Tweed

Meanwhile, Moni keeps trying to get Berit's attention when B's playing with her new iPod Touch by standing on B's chest and licking her face:
Moni Better Than iPod Touch

As we were going to bed late Saturday night (rather, early Sunday morning), we became concerned about a growing smell of smoke in the apartment. It just got worse and worse and was obviously coming from outside. Eventually we looked out the tiny bathroom window and saw the entire area was covered in thick black smoke. As the wind blew it around, it became apparent is was coming from a couple of blocks north, but apart from that, we couldn't tell what was aflame -- and it lasted a couple of hours.

The next day I went out to check and found it was the hardware store and deli up that block that we go to. Apparently the fire started in the hardware store . . .
Burned Frankson

And since the deli is cradled in the "L" of the hardware store, it was a goner, too.
Burned Corner

A pity -- we weren't so fond of that hardware store, but it was at least convenient, especially since the hardware store we much preferred ALSO burned down some time ago (photo here last week). The deli was the nearest 24-hour one, and a good place to stop on the way home from rehearsals or shows to pick up needed groceries. And the guys there were nice and always remembered us (and if either of us came in solo, would ask about the other). The building will have to come down, I'm sure. I better get up there soon to get a picture of the Vaughn Bode-influenced graffiti mural on the side that looks to have been there since the 70s., though that'll be hard now that they've walled in the whole place.

Meanwhile, I go out for walks every night and take pictures of my neighborhood, mainly interested in light, and signs, like here on Avenue U:
Harold's for Prescriptions

As I walk during "magic hour," the sky, and the geometry of humanity against it, has become the most interesting thing for me:
Lines

As well as any old or unusual signs I can find:
Manny's Mens Shop

Time to get myself and go out earlier today so I can do the shopping at the local supermarket (Kosher Corner) before it closes for Shabbos. There's supposedly a storm on the way. Better stock up . . .

collisionwork: (sign)
Well, we've been back home for most of this week, and as I'd hoped (and often happens), I was able to get into a productive, creative rhythm up in Maine that I'm continuing here at home.

I hope we get to go back up again for another week or two when things free up here (Berit's stage-managing a show right now), which won't be for a while. Fine by me, as I was reminded why January isn't necessarily the best time to visit Maine:
Petey After Snow

Actually, that's glib -- the snow was light and lovely, and we were warm and toasty inside. Except for the time when I had to go out driving in a snowstorm as we were out of food -- I had been waiting for the snow to stop for two days so I could go out, and it didn't. Luckily, they know how to keep roads clear in snow up there.

So I worked on the three scripts, but not as much as I'd hoped on Spacemen and Wedding. Got a good deal done on Devils though, with some help from the loaner cat we spoil up there, Bappers:
Ian & Bappers 2

Back home in Gravesend, I spread out all the cards I made up, breaking down the scenes and bits I want to use from the three versions of the Devils of Loudon story and try to find a structure that works for the production I want to do:
Structuring The Devils

And again, help from a feline is appreciated. Here, I'm asking Hooker if I should have either three or four exorcism scenes, with the last causing some massive chaos so Act One will have a real big finale . . .
Hooker Helps Write the Script

And every day, in the late afternoon, I take a break from the script work and take a walk. It helps me get up and DO this if I take the camera and think of it as "Picture Time," so I've been getting some nice images of the Gravesend/Bensonhurst/Sheepshead Bay area in which we live. It's not Art, but it keeps my eyes engaged, energized, and happy.

Sometimes I shoot because I like the light:
Do Not Enter Sky

(above, Avenue R; below, Avenue S)
Avenue S Sunset

I've always been fond of the contrast between fading natural light and rising artificial light:
Light & Furniture

And sometimes I'm just documenting the features of the neighborhood that I like. Such as the actual still-operating porno theatre attended by some of the Orthodox Jewish gentlemen in the neighborhood, across from the Kosher candy store with the unfortunate typography (I think it's supposed to be "Kandi KING," but the candy piece standing in for the final "I" makes me think the place has something to do with rampaging giant apes):
Kandy Kong & Porn Cinema

This one below used to be the best hardware store within walking distance of home. Berit used to get lots of supplies, and found many other useful items, for our shows here. One night we drove past and it was surrounded by fire trucks, with huge flames and clouds of black smoke pouring from the roof and every crack. The next day they had the sign up on the smoldering building (the NEXT DAY, a PROFESSIONALLY-PRINTED sign! that's industry!) saying they be back, but that was at least 2 years ago, so I don't think we'll see them again.
Mikveh On Premises

We also were, at first, a little weirded out by the "MIKVEH ON PREMISES" sign. At a HARDWARE store? I've since seen the same sign at a hardware store up on 18th Avenue, and that's a much less Orthodox neighborhood than ours, but really?

I guess if you're out, and you need a mikveh, hey, why not? Hardware Store. Sure.

So work proceeds. I may have gotten the lucky break I was looking for in writing the Wedding when we stayed in Mattapoissett with Berit's parents for a night on the way back from Maine. They had gotten a kinda-cheesy, but still actually helpful, book from the library that was to help brides prepare for their wedding, and some of the text, and Berit's reactions to it, were nicely theatrical. Something I can use.

And the music keeps playing while I work. When I work in giant blocks of time for many days in a row, I like to listen to HUGE playlists containing the entire (or almost-entire) recorded work of a favorite artist, in chronological order or recording -- for some reason, it keeps me going and gives me . . . continuity?

Thus far, I've recently made it the complete works of Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen (with a break at 1979 for The Monkees; there's only SO much Cohen one can take in a row), and we're currently up to 1985 with The Rolling Stones (and THIS is a depressing playlist, ultimately, but I'm determined to go all the way to the bitter end). Berit is VERY patient. Maybe next I'll go for The Velvet Underground, which will be much kinder to her (as long as it's not Beefheart, Zappa, The Residents, or Elvis Costello, she should be fine).

But right now, a break from the decline of the Glimmer Twins to do a Random Ten from the 25,435 on the iPod, with associated links, where available:

1. "Blue Law" - Filth - Split 7" EP
2. "Boomada" - Les Baxter & His Orchestra - Swing For A Crime
3. "Let's Find Out" - Armando Trovaioli (feat. Isabel Bond) - Beat at Cinecittà Vol.3
4. "Dirty Love" - Mandre - Mandre
5. "Beautiful New Born Child" - Eric Burdon & War - The Black-Man's Burdon
6. "Pat's Song" - The Peppermint Trolley Company - Fading Yellow volume 7
7. "Baby Blue" - The Groop - Woman You're Breaking Me
8. "Ando Meio Desligado" - Os Mutantes - A Divina Comédia Ou Ando Meio Desligado
9. "Guess Things Happen That Way" - Johnny Cash - The Complete Sun Singles: Volume 3
10. "Almost Black, Pt. 1" - James White & The Blacks - Off White

You already got some cat photos for today, but here's another of a crazed Hooker trying to eat his own tail in Berit's lap:
Berit & Crazyball

Okay, back to work. Now I have to go through the Aldous Huxley Devils of Loudon book pulling out anything I want to use in the show that Whiting didn't use in his play or Russell in the movie.

collisionwork: (philip guston)
Maine continues to be a fruitful place for me to work. Haven't gotten as much done as I'd hoped, but that's always the case up here -- and often I'm able to keep the creative juices and rhythm and work schedule going even when I get back to NYC. Wish I'd been able to spend another week up here, but there are things we need to handle back home.

I have transcribed the entirety of John Whiting's play version of The Devils, as I do with almost every play I direct, even if I'm not going to be messing with the text as much as I'm planning to on this occasion -- I like to feel the text go through my fingers; I get closer to it and get a basic physical feeling for he movement of the prose, and I can create a "director's draft" that specifically fits the play into the theatre space I'm doing it in. I've also broken the play down scene-by-scene (or beat-by-beat) on index cards, and then done the same with Ken Russell's film of the play, from which I also intend to draw in my production -- Russell, smartly, made his film both from the play and the play's source material, Aldous Huxley's The Devils of Loudon, which I'm also grabbing bits from.

The play is good, but at times a bit dated and heavy-handed, and the film improves it in a number of ways that I can't let go of. At the same time, some of Russell's improvements won't work at all on stage. So a new combination of the two (with Huxley helping out) is what I'm trying to assemble. As the two have some very different ways of advancing the plot -- which often can't be combined -- I have to shuffle and lay out the index cards until I get an order of events that makes sense and is dramatically interesting.

I hope I can make it work in a two-act structure. I don't mind long plays as much as everyone else does these days it seems, and this will be a . . . sizable . . . work. Still, I'd rather keep it to one intermission -- Whiting's play has two, and, unfortunately, at least in his version, that three-act structure makes sense. Well, if it the play winds up wanting it, it wants it, and I can't argue with what the play wants. I'm here to serve it.

Of course, if I don't get the rights, all this work will be wasted. They're easy enough to get, it seems, I just need to do a donation-request email to my list to try and get the money to pay for those rights ASAP. Yeah, there's a reason that out of the 75 shows I've directed only 4 have been from later 20th-Century playwrights where I had to pay the standard amount for the rights (for the Ionesco, Havel, and Fassbinder shows -- and thank you Richard Foreman and Clive Barker for requiring a tiny or non-existent payment for the rights to your plays). Considering that, I probably shouldn't be concentrating on this show as much as I am right now, but it's the one that's burning right now, and I've learned to go as much as possible with the show that's demanding the work. Even if that show's in August and another show, and probably the MOST IMPORTANT SHOW I will ever write/direct, is coming up in June . . .

So I've spent a little time -- not as much as I should, but all I could give right now -- to writing Berit's and my marriage. Still VERY rough. Just ideas and some language here and there. This one seems to need me to walk around for a bit, thinking, and then quickly write down ideas in longhand in my notebook. Somehow, from these fragments of speech and image that come to me, I'll wind up with the production. Work on this might actually be better at home. I keep getting the feeling that I just need to stumble onto that ONE THING, that structural element or music cue or whatever, and the whole thing will crack open wide for me. Some shows are like that.

As for Spacemen from Space, B & I rewatched 6 full 12-episode serials from the '30s and '40s, and even while I worked on The Devils, I kept taking notes on plot and character and dialogue styles and elements to get the feel of those stories down. I have an outline for what needs to happen in each of the six "episodes" that make up this two-act play, I just need to get into the right mindspace to write it, or what I write will wind up just being a good imitation of those serials rather than what I want, which is a satiric, comic pastiche of them (with an underlying "statement" for those who wish to look for one that dovetails nicely with The Devils).

And as for today's normal thing, here's a neat little Random Ten from the 25,435 tracks in the iPod -- I really REALLY thought I was going to find video links for all of the actual tracks this week, but the obscure Sun Records side at #8 blew that, and the really obscure Illinois 1960s garage band at #9 only had a different song available. Ah, well, you get a pretty good mix here, if you follow the videos . . .

1. "Seven Years In Tibet" - David Bowie - Earthling
2. "He Hit Me (It Felt Like a Kiss)" - Grizzly Bear - unknown download
3. "I Can Only Give You Everything" - Little Boy Blues - Pebbles Volume 2 - Various Hooligans
4. "Blood Makes Noise" - Suzanne Vega - 99.9 F
5. "Money Changes Everything" - The Brains - The Brains
6. "All The Young Dudes" - Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes
7. "I'm A Greedy Man" - James Brown - Star Time
8. "Hey Now (take 1)" - Billy Love - Sun Records: The Blues Years 1950-1958 vol. 7
9. "Now She's Crying" - The M.H. Royals - Total Raunch - 100% Boss Garage From The Sixties
10. "Done Me Wrong All Right" - Sweet - Funny Funny How Sweet Co-Co Can Be

And though I've been enjoying taking pictures up here, I did indeed forget to bring the cable to connect it to the computer, so I'll share those when I'm back home.

Here's a little video I found because [livejournal.com profile] lord_whimsy posted another video from this same series. He went with the best (and longest), so I advise following the link to that one. Here's another "MANDOM" ad from Japan, 1970, featuring Mr. Charles Bronson (and in this one, his 18-year-old son, Tony):


And I've posted this before, but I had to find it to show someone this morning, and it made me laugh all over again, so here's a replay of what Joe Cocker was REALLY singing at Woodstock:

Birthday Greetings from Joe Cocker


Regina | MySpace Video

(and yes . . . if you're reading this on Facebook you won't see the videos and will have to go to my LiveJournal to do so . . .)

Okay, back to shuffling index cards while C.S.I. plays incessantly in the background . . .

collisionwork: (doritos)
Oh god, this became long and rambly . . . sorry, had to get it all out . . .

So here I am in Maine, trying to work on the scripts for my three planned shows this year -- Spacemen from Space, The Devils (of Loudon), and, most importantly, The Wedding of Ian W. Hill & Berit Johnson: A Theatrical Study -- and getting far too distracted from my work by something that I'm realizing has less and less application to me and that work: the theatrical blogosphere's ongoing discussion of Outrageous Fortune: The Life and Times of the New American Play, a book from TDF (the Theatre Development Fund), which outlines the sorry state of American Theater . . . or at least, the sorry state at certain levels of American Theater as it exists now. I have not read the book, and as, from what I'm reading, it doesn't apply to my work as it stands, I probably won't.

The most central locale for discussion on this is at Isaac Butler's Parabasis, in both the posts and, maybe more importantly, in the comments. Isaac has organized a blog-thru with 8 bloggers going through the book chapter-by-chapter and discussing it. Other bloggers have joined in and are having their say. Besides the discussion at Isaac's, the most interesting thoughts, in posts and comments, are at J. Holtham's 99 Seats. Several other bloggers have had fewer posts, but been quite enlightening, including Garrett Eisler, August Schulenburg, and Travis Bedard.

A secondary, but connected, discussion regarding some figures from TCG (Theatre Communications Group) on the most produced plays of the past 10 years has also been going on, and is somewhat interesting -- purely theoretical, again, to me, as these plays have little to do with where I work or what I'm interested in; perhaps this discussion is most interesting in having revealed some nauseating attitudes from Mainstream Theater Critics, who say that not enough classical plays are being done, and that this is because Modern American Actors can't handle them. Aw, Jesus fuck a bagpipe, I'm not goin' there.

However, the blogger dealing with all of these discussions who is basically saying everything I would is fellow Indie Traveler Matthew Freeman (also, while not part of this discussion, James Comtois's series of posts, "Little Jimmy's Guide to Self-Producing," dovetails nicely with it; Josh Conkel also has a similar opinion to Matt's and mine, stated briefly, and noting his appropriate concern with some more truly important things in this world). Basically, for some of us theatre artists, the Institutional Theatre World being discussed in these studies is at a level above that connects with us barely at all. This level is, it would seem, IN TROUBLE.

Now, anything that means TROUBLE to Theatre in any way hurts. I've had people who wanted me to snicker with them when a theatre space whose management I despised would go under, but the loss of ANY theatre space is a stab in the heart to me, and I won't celebrate the closing of one. The Troubles being discussed now, however (and go to the other blogs to see what they are in real detail, please), are the same ones we've been hearing about for years -- now with some good organization and data and a nice binding to back up the anecdotes -- and, again, ones that touch my Indie Theatre world barely a whit. Professor Scott Walters, in response to Matthew saying something similar, refers to this as an "I Got Mine" attitude -- I see it as a "We worked for it and continue to work to barely KEEP it, and hell, we SHARE it, gladly, and you could too if you paid attention" attitude. Scott has many many good and useful things to say on the Art, but he continually harps on things that, to his knowledge, don't exist or that theatre artists should be doing that are old hat to many of us who have been doing this for years (and it has been 20 years now for me since my first Indie NYC shows).

I worked at (and lived in the basement of) NADA on Ludlow Street for almost 4 years during a time that went from boom to bust for the space. The boom period was responsible for creating FringeNYC, the bust for the scattering of the Lower East Side theatre scene that had built up from around 1988-2000. Indie Theatre will probably never have as strong a united front in NYC as it did at that period, when there was such a strong geographical center to it, but -- and in a strange way possibly BECAUSE of the splintering of that Indie scene -- the past 10 years have certainly seen a slow regrouping, with stronger spaces, more exciting and diverse new work, and (most importantly for the survival of the spaces and the art) audiences and media more aware and respectful of our existence. Indie Theatre NYC is in a GOOD place right now. Not a GREAT one, no, things could always be better, and while awareness of us is better we are still not as much part of the City's landscape as we deserve to be. It's improving steadily, though, maybe not even so much because we're getting so rapidly better at our work, but because the more institutionalized branch of it isn't.

Apparently, Institutional Theatre is growing more stale, more inbred, more interested in development than production, is losing its audience as the current one dies off and no younger one is replacing it, is a place where being daring is discouraged, no one is doing the kind of work they WANT to be doing, and no one can make a decent living. Apart from the last item in that list, the opposite is true in the Indie Theatre world that I live in along with several hundred people that I know personally, and many thousands I don't.

Sure, many many MANY of the people in this world want and/or expect (and certainly deserve) to be getting by financially from their Theatre work, will never be able to, and won't be (or, to get other things important to them in this world, CAN'T be) satisfied with that. I've seen several dozen exceptionally talented actors, playwrights, and directors realize they were never going to make the living they wanted to in Theatre, and leave it. Yes, it can be heartbreaking.

Basically, in Theatre, as Matt Freeman pretty much says, you can either do what you want to, and almost certainly not make a living at it, or you can try to do something that might make you a living (but probably won't) that you very likely won't be happy with and may not even wind up in front of an audience. If you're lucky, you're able to get a job or series of gigs in the latter category that allows you the time, energy, and freedom to do the former. More and more of my friends have been able to do this (I need to get on the bandwagon myself and be more organized in getting more craft/skill gigs to pay for my Art work).

So if working in Theatre is going to be a financially-unrewarding struggle at any level you work in (unless you win the lottery with a real success -- as Arthur Miller said, "You can't make a living in Theatre but you can make a killing"), why not do the work you want to in an area that is uncalcified and, at least where I and my collaborators are, growing? The discussion just makes me feel like I'm in a good place right now.

And I don't just mean a good place in my career, but a very literal good place: The Brick, a home for my work, where, as Technical Director, I can also pursue the calling I found at NADA of making sure as much worthwhile theatre work by other artists is produced at as professional a level as I can. Like all non-profit theatres, we could use more grants, donations, ticket sales -- basically, money -- not so much even to grow or be more secure (though that would be nice) but just to keep the physical space and equipment in good working order. However, we're doing better and better in that regard -- 2009 was our best year yet, financially, by far.

And -- looking at some numbers -- what kind of work gave us this very good year? 51 productions (ranging from multi-week runs to one-night events) of which 44 were brand-new, premiere works. Of the rest, there were 4 adaptations of Classical Texts (Greeks through Chekhov -- three of which were so "adapted" as to be almost brand-new plays) and 3 later 20th-Century revivals (all ones I directed). Besides the four productions I created, I was privileged to work closely on 12 other shows, including doing light design for 10 of them (and as Tech Director, I had to work with ALL of them in some way). In fact, at least one of the "productions" I'm listing was an evening of 7 fully-produced one-acts, so the real number is a bit bigger. And we had audiences. We could have more, of course (my own four shows, which did "very well," still had less than 50% of the possible seats filled in total on all but one), but we definitely seem to be on an upward swing.

And this past year, in our little theatre, I've been lucky enough to work with and see plays premiered from contemporaries I know and admire like Bryan Enk & Matt Gray (Third Lows), Eric Bland (Old Kent Road), Richard Lovejoy (Sneaky Snake), Audrey Crabtree & Lynn Berg (Ten Directions), Matthew Freeman (Blue Coyote), James Comtois & Pete Boisvert (Nosedive), Gyda Arber & Aaron Baker (Fifth Wall), Tim Cusack & Jason Jacobs with Stan Richardson (Theatre Askew), Eddie Kim, David Finkelstein (Lake Ivan), Happy Hour, Horse Trade, Frank Cwiklik & Michele Schlossberg (DMTheatrics), Hope Cartelli & Jeff Lewonczyk (Piper McKenzie), Michael Gardner (The Brick, itself), and fight choreography from Qui Nguyen (Vampire Cowboys).

AND . . . I got to know and admire artists I hadn't known previously, like Anna Q. Jones (Bone Orchard), Nick Jones, Rachel Shukert & Peter J. Cook (Terrible Baby), Leah Winkler & Emily Baines (Everywhere Theatre Group), Marc Bovino & Joe Curnutte (The Mad Ones), Youngblood, Patrick Harrison (Depth Charge), and Cat Fight Productions.

PHEW!

And this is just mentioning the creators who worked this year in our place -- not even mentioning the dozens of terrific actors I've seen or directed in these shows (nor any great Indie Theatre I've seen elsewhere this year -- Tom X. Chao, Stolen Chair, whatever). And I'm sure I'm leaving some out. Oh, right, I directed a fun farce by Trav S.D. at Theatre for the New City as well -- a bit outside the real Indie Theatre community, somewhat, but still part of the style.

So . . . honestly, a theatrical community that includes, in one year, all of the above (and, for that matter, my OWN work), is not one I feel is exactly unhealthy, at least creatively. No, none of the above are making a living from their work -- that may be a crime, it may not; I wish we all were. I don't think very many of these artists, as successful as some shows might be, are exactly going to create work that will cross over to a mass audience and sell the tickets that make the profits (though one can always stumble upon the right show in the right place at the right time and find yourself with a Urinetown, but you can't predict or plan that, despite the many groups that try every year at FringeNYC).

Still, I wouldn't be surprised in the least, actually, if Freeman or Comtois or Bland or Lovejoy or Nguyen, or Mac Rogers for that matter (and I wish we had something of HIS at The Brick!), stumbled upon the play that crossed over and had that kind of success -- but I sure don't think it would happen for Matt or James or Eric or Richard or Qui or Mac by TRYING to play the game and go the Institutional route. If it happens it will be because they are working and pushing things forward in the Indie world, and the "right person" sees it and is able to help it in the other.

In any case, one of my projects for the coming year is to try and find some grant money that can't go towards play production, but could possibly go towards publishing, as I really, really want to create a GCW imprint that could put out a series of anthologies: Plays from The Brick, featuring work by many of the above artists (all shows that premiered at the space). Published texts aren't plays, of course (as a symphony conductor said of a Mahler score -- as opposed to an actual performance -- "It's a theory"), but it would be a Good Thing if we could share some of what we do at The Brick with a world outside NYC Indie Theatre.

Okay -- been working on this too long, and am too tired and rambling. I will be following the discussion of Outrageous Fortune with some interest -- as I'm following the whole Leno/O'Brien thing, despite not watching or having any interest in either of their shows, because the discussion of the conflict is more interesting to me than the business-as-usual. But probably, if I feel like joining in, it will just be a sign to close the browser and re-open Word and go back to getting my own shows written.

Some people may see their "fortune" as cursed, as in the stars, and bemoan it, and some people just choose to ignore the prophets, roll up their sleeves, and go ahead. The work is all.

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I've been writing my regular weekly post for many hours now -- as it became hideously long -- and didn't get my normal Friday post in on the usual day. Also, that post is so long, I've decided to hack off the smaller ending and post it first. So, here's the normal stuff. Giant rambly Theatre post to follow . . .

And, back in the CLEAN world, here's what came up in today's Random Ten from the iPod (with links to the songs or associated work by the artist where available):

1. "I Wish" - The Platters - The Magic Touch: An Anthology
2. "The Loved Ones" - Elvis Costello & The Attractions - Imperial Bedroom
3. "Twenty Nine Ways (To My Baby's Door)" - Koko Taylor - What It Takes: The Chess Years
4. "Flag Night" - The Passage - For All And None
5. "I've Been Everywhere" - Johnny Cash - American II: Unchained
6. "Sun Kissed Chicks" - Jean-Jacques Debout - The Music Library by Jonny Trunk
7. "Disguises" - Minutemen - The Punch Line
8. "Naval Aviation In Art (quad version)" - Frank Zappa - QuAUDIOPHILIAc
9. "The Friendly Hopefuls Salute The Punks of 76" - The Friendly Hopefuls - Obey The New Wave (1980 and all that - UK DIY, etc)
10. "Cruising For Burgers (live 1971)" - Frank Zappa & The Mothers Of Invention - Freaks & Motherfuckers

No cat photos -- not only because we're up in Maine (as I would have taken shots of our loaner dog and cat up here), but because I apparently forgot to bring the cable to connect the camera to the computer (D'OH!). Maybe it's in a bag I haven't looked in.

Instead, as we're away from home, some shots from a walk around that home neighborhood, or rather, a bit to the West, into Bensonhurst, where you can still find Scary Santa, with dead eyes and evil claws:
Santa Claws

And Denzel wants some Dunkin' Donuts, to go:
Denzel Runs On Dunkin

And next to an Acupuncture joint, you can find a "Tax Service" center that doubles as the "Universal Light Center for Cosmic Awareness":
Universal Light Center

And there, off in the distance at the Kings Highway stop, BLANK:
Bensonhurst - BLANK

Okay, too much time writing this thing [which I've mostly hacked off and will follow], and not enough on the playscripts. I'm really just avoiding the most boring parts of writing right now -- the opening pulling apart and outlining and so forth.

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