collisionwork: (music listening)
Reminder for those who care and need one -- tomorrow, at 3.00 pm, Marc Spitz's The Hobo Got Too High returns for a free performance at The Brick. Then at 5.00, I'm doing my solo performance of Chekhov's In Moscow (A Moscow Hamlet) - I thought there'd be more stuff going on at The Brick and elsewhere for the WPA Fest in the afternoons the next two days, but apparently not, so I'm out there on my own somewhat. Maybe someone'll show up. (Ah, I just checked the updated WPA site and there are more things going on tomorrow . . . great, I don't feel so alone!)

In the iPod now: 20,560 songs, 72.66 GB. I'm trying to cut down all the fat more and more as I add things. Doing pretty good, eliminating 2 or 3 songs for every one that I add, but at some point I'm going to run out of ones to cut . . . Oh, well, here's ten for the morning:

1. "Sandals in the Sand" - The John Shakespeare Orchestra - Hotel Easy Vol. 4: Saint Tropez—Paco's Poolside Bar

Dopy 60s Brit instrumental. This will go when I get to "S" as I cull out stuff from the iPod (I'm in the middle of "O" currently). If I remember when I get there.
2. "Shut Up" - Eddie Warner - Le Jazzbeat! 2

Non-dopy 60s instrumental, probably English. Now this is the kind I like that I get these compilations for (and end up with a handful of ones like #1 above). Exciting, spy-movie-esque, with a hint of moog. Cool.
3. "Memphis" - The Rolling Stones - Clean Cuts - Vol. 2

Pleasant loping early cover by some cleancut-sounding young men. Mick seems to have almost all the lyrics, with an exception or two ("the phone boy took the message and he wrote it on the wall"?).
4. "Peppermint Twist (Part 1)" - Joey Dee & The Starlighters - Land Of 1000 Dances vol. 1

Hmmmn. Maybe The Brick theatre needs its own dance step and theme song. "The Metropolitan Hop?" "Do the Brick (parts 1 & 2)?" "Lorimer Slide?"
5. "What Is Life" - George Harrison - All Things Must Pass

I miss George. This album can be a mixed bag, with the Spector production doing great by some songs (like this one) and swamping others, but if I had to pick one album by an ex-Beatle for a desert island or something . . . well, this is in the lead, I think.
6. "Empty Heart" - The Mods - So Cold!!! Unearthed 60s Sacramento Garage

A fine slice of spiteful teen-angst trash. Yeah, from the "Mods." From Sacramento, CA.
7. "Monks" - King Missle - Failure

Underscored humorous monologue that gets tiresome quickly then comes back with a twist that makes it all worth it.
8. "Pills" - New York Dolls - New York Dolls

A favorite. If you're going to cover Bo Diddley, you have to be at least this good.
9. "No More Now" - The Smoke - Nuggets II: Original Artyfacts From The British Empire And Beyond, Vol. 4

More teen trash.
10. "Seattle" - Public Enemy Ltd. - Happy?

(aka "Get Out of My World") Ah, yes. Memories of the 80s. John Lydon remains John Lydon, slick production or not.

God, tempus fugits away when you're wasting time online. I have to get over to The Brick to clean up the place for the weekend and work on my lines there, as there's something more effective about working on lines in a theatre itself than at home (luckily, I still seem to have Hobo down and In Moscow is coming back a lot faster than I was afraid it would - I last performed it in 2001). There's a rehearsal in there from 12 - 3, but even sitting in the dressing room or behind the bar is better for doing line work, I've found, then being at home and easily distracted. So, off I go like a hoid of toitles . . .

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Hitting Williamsburg for the next two weekends (September 22, 23, 29, 30) is the 2nd Annual WPA Free Fest --

That is, a free festival from the Williamsburg Performance Alliance, where seven performance spaces/organizations in Williamsburg will open their doors all day and night to host free performances.

The home page is HERE (though it's not entirely updated as I write, and still has a lot of things from last year on there, but I'm told it'll be all set shortly).

The Brick will be participating on the first weekend in the evenings with their week of productions of Suzan-Lori Parks' 365 Days/365 Plays.

And also . . .

Gemini CollisionWorks will be participating on Saturday, September 22, with two free performances. At 3.00 pm, the return of

hobocardfront

directed by Ian W. Hill

performed by Ian W. Hill, Rasheed Hinds, Roger Nasser, and Jessica Savage. 70 minutes long, no intermission. Not appropriate for kids. Really.

Returning from August, and (we hope) prior to more shows later this year, you have a chance to see this popular comedy for free now. It's our "loss leader," cause we think you'll wanna come back and pay the sawbuck later, and bring your friends . . .

(more info on this show below)

and at 5.00 pm:

Ian W. Hill performs the monologue In Moscow (A Moscow Hamlet) by Anton Chekhov, translated by Carol Rocamora. 20 minutes long.

Nasty, funny, bittersweet, tragic, satiric - the essence of Chekhov in 20 minutes, as an aging bohemian examines his own boredom, his own flaws, and his talent for appearing talented while knowing nothing in a cultural world that knows even less than he. As appropriate (or more?) to Williamsburg in 2007 as to Moscow in 1891.

Did we mention they're FREE?

Come on by and check us out, and go by some of the other participating spaces before or after and see what they're doing (also participating on both weekends: Vampire Cowboys/The Battleranch and Soundance at The Stable; participating on the second weekend: Triskalion Arts and WAX).

My shows are at

The Brick

575 Metropolitan Avenue, Williamsburg, Brooklyn

right by the L Train (Lorimer) and G Train (Metropolitan/Grand) stops

WARNING: Both shows feature the brief smoking of (legal in NYC but potentially annoying) herbal cigarettes onstage. It's actually important to both shows and the characters in them and it just looks silly mimed. Hope that's okay with you.

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The Hobo Got Too High by Marc Spitz

directed by Ian W. Hill

3.00 pm - Saturday, September 22 -- The Brick

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

At least three of these questions will be answered in a viewing of Marc Spitz's play, The Hobo Got Too High, staged by Ian W. Hill. Spitz -- often described, probably to the point of his being tired of it, as "a downtown Oscar Wilde" -- is known for a distanced, ironic, comic sensibility in his plays. Hill -- often described, with deep inaccuracy, as a protege of Richard Foreman -- is known for a stylized, abstracted, presentational directorial style. What do these two share? A deep love and understanding of rock and roll music, and a hidden romantic, sentimental side. Put them together in this play, and you get a production that feels like a great eclectic mix tape, moving from the lugubrious sadness of Leonard Cohen to the jumpiness of The Velvet Underground to the wistfulness of Michael Nesmith to the pure pop of The Lightning Seeds to the deep soul of Marvin Gaye.

The Hobo Got Too High is an hour of sex, drugs, rock and roll, romance, non-sequiturs, vast numbers of curse words, retractable penises, and an appraisal of Diane Lane's breasts. Come see it FOR FREE in the WPA Free Fest!

Last Call

Aug. 22nd, 2007 01:10 pm
collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
Five days and six performances left in this crazy Summer. Here's the promo sent out to my list and posted on my MySpace page:


TWO SHOWS FROM
GEMINI COLLISIONWORKS

FINAL THREE SHOWS FOR EACH!

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all shows at
The Brick
575 Metropolitan Avenue, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
right by the L Train (Lorimer) and G Train (Metropolitan/Grand) stops

all tickets
$10.00

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Gemini CollisionWorks and The Brick Theater, Inc. present


NECROPOLIS 0:
Kiss Me, Succubus

and

NECROPOLIS 3:

At the Mountains of Slumberland

written, directed, and designed by Ian W. Hill

Wednesday, August 22
Thursday, August 23
Sunday, August 26

at 8.00 pm

"Gemini CollisionWorks's hypnotic new revival of Ian W. Hill's NECROPOLIS 0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus and At the Mountains of Slumberland
shows one of indie theater's most singular and unique talents working at full power. These two one-acts show Hill in top boundary-breaking form as he pays homage to H.P. Lovecraft, classic comic strips, and 1960s exploitation movies in the typically fearless fashion theatergoers have come to expect from him . . . terrific cast . . . one of the most visually stunning productions I've seen in a while . . . For theatre-goers who have never experienced the inventive and uncompromising work of this veteran indie auteur, I can't think of a better time to do so than right now."
-- Michael Criscuolo, nytheatre.com - full review at
http://www.nytheatre.com/nytheatre/necr5527.htm

more information here: http://www.bricktheater.com/gemini/necropolis03.html or http://collisionwork.livejournal.com/94113.html

tickets: http://www.theatermania.com/content/show.cfm/show/135639

NECROPOLIS 0 and 3 is an Equity-approved showcase

** and also **

hobocardfront

directed by Ian W. Hill

Friday, August 24
Saturday, August 25

at 8.00 pm, and
Saturday, August 25
at 4.00 pm

Bug Blowmonkey loves music. Bug Blowmonkey loves a woman. Bug Blowmonkey loves cocaine. Two of these things are good for him, but the other one is messing him up. Bad. Wanna take a guess which one? Bug knows the blow is taking him down a dark path, but can't quit it on his own. Luckily, he has a spirit guide to help him out of his hole, and towards the "light" he seeks: Marvin Gaye.

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

more information here: http://www.bricktheater.com/gemini/hobo.html or http://collisionwork.livejournal.com/94290.html

tickets: http://www.theatermania.com/content/show.cfm/show/135640

Ian W. Hill/Gemini CollisionWorks online:

blog: http://collisionwork.livejournal.com
images: http://www.flickr.com/photos/geminicollisionworks/
info: http://www.myspace.com/geminicollisionworks
store: http://www.cafepress.com/collisionworks


collisionwork: (sign)
Today, I have nothing I HAVE to do for the shows. So after some needed Art intake, I'm going to be walking all over the West, Center, and East Villages, Lower East Side, and Tribeca putting cards for the shows at as many Indie Theatres (and rep movie houses, given the noir appeal of WGW/WGW) as I can.

I've made up a list of 23 venues to card - some of them will wind up not being open, or not permitting cards from outside venues right now, and I'll find other places to hit along the way, so maybe 25 places total.


So, first I have to go over to Duane Reade and buy a bag of strong rubber bands.

Then, I go get the boxes of cards for The Necropolis Series and Hobo out of the van, sit down, and make up 25 packets of 20 cards each for each show, and band them (NB: As someone who has run a few theatres, it is POINTLESS and ANNOYING to leave any more than 20 cards at a time at any venue -- they will get knocked to the floor, spread all over the place, mostly not get picked up, and ultimately will wind up in the trash -- put out 20, check back a week later, if some have been taken, fill out the pile to 20 again, no more - for spaces with large display racks - eg; The Kraine - you can maybe spring for 2 piles of 20).

Then I bag the packets up (and this is going to be a damned heavy carry, unfortunately . . . 1,000 cards? half of them oversized 8.5x5.5" ones? . . .oy . . .). Go shower, shave, and get clean -- I have a need to feel nice today. Blue contacts and fake teeth in, too. Maybe if it's nice enough, I'll even wear my straw boater in my perambulations (Berit's still out cold, or she might dissuade me from walking out the door with that hat on by calling me a "fop").

Subway to MoMA, check the heavy bag, spend as much goddamn time as I like and need in there to feel right again. See every damn thing in there that I can until I can't see anything right anymore.

Then, subway to the Village, start on Vandam.

And then, a couple hours of walking -- from Bank, Commerce, Christopher and whatever to Ave. A, Suffolk and whatever to Church and Franklin, and then subway home.


So this is the day off. It's a nice one.

collisionwork: (Laura's Angel)
Woke up this morning, went into my normal panic about "What do I have to do on the shows to get them ready RIGHT NOW," and realized that all the shows are now up and running and there's nothing else I have to do for any of them (except replenish programs and the disposable props).

I am now quite happy and am sitting back and just enjoying some music by myself for the first time in weeks.


Last night, we gave damned good performances of WGW/WGW (for a quiet, good-sized house) and Hobo Got Too High (for a small, wonderfully-reactive house). Today, I have all three programs of four plays to get through -- Succubus/Slumberland at 4.00 pm, WGW/WGW at 8.00 pm, and Hobo at 10.30 pm. Ah, just like the old NADA days. At least I'm not actually in the second half of each of the first two programs.


And they're all in good shape. Wow.


Come see them, if you were thinking of it, please.

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
Last night was opening night of NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed and The Hobo Got Too High.

It was preceded by my staying up for 44 straight hours finishing some of the important tech elements for the show, and then dealing with some huge problems that cropped up with them. Fun. That's the longest I've ever stayed awake by far. I've got 6 hours sleep since, so I'm better now.

Yesterday was a day of much stress and tension that wound up okay. It was a huge question all day as to whether both or either show would actually be able to open. As it was, we were able to get WGW/WGW going, albeit with reduced tech, and as only three people showed up for Hobo, we begged off doing the show to them (and they were cool about it) and did a runthru for ourselves to get it down better before next time.

So we did good, and it will be more beautiful next time.


Next . . . Kiss Me, Succubus and At the Mountains of Slumberland.


And in the iPod this morning, 21,054 songs, 73.33 GBs, and I get this fine fine superfine Sunday morning mix:


1. "Meet James Ensor" - They Might Be Giants - John Henry
2. "Triumphal Theme" - Cop Shoot Cop - Consumer Revolt
3. "Funny Little Frog" - Belle & Sebastian - The Life Pursuit
4. "Soon There'll Be Thunder" - The Common People - Of the People, By the People, For the People
5. "Die in Terror" - The Residents - The Commercial Album
6. "If There Is Something" - Roxy Music - Roxy Music
7. "Hostess: Twinkies" - Raymond Scott - Manhattan Research, Inc.
8. "Just in Case You Wonder" - The Ugly Ducklings - Too Much Too Soon
9. "How Many More Years?" - Howlin' Wolf - Best Of Sun Records Volume One
10. "How Soon Is Now?" - Love Spit Love - The Craft soundtrack


More soon . . .

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
We have two shows opening the day after tomorrow . . . well, actually tomorrow, at this point. And a third (made up of two shows with two casts of 8 people) next Wednesday. I knew this was an insane plan. I didn't know quite how truly psychotic it would turn out to be.

After a few days of thinking we were so behind it would be impossible to open, it has become clear that we can open on time, and well. However, in order to make this possible, Berit and I will become total wrecks for a week or so. Fine.


Not much else. I'm about to go to bed for three hours while she works, then we'll switch off, as she needs the good computer for the Powerpoint slides for the show, and I need it for the sound editing. Hoo boy.


Oh, and here's the card for The Hobo Got Too High by Marc Spitz, opening tomorrow at 10.30 pm. A little simpler than our NECROPOLIS card, but just here to get the job done:


hobocardfront


hobocardback


Don't know about a random 10. Maybe I'll need a music break at 5.30 in the am or something. I'll let you know.
collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed opens in five days. The cards should be here tomorrow. Sometime this week, I have to find a time (hah!) to go around and leave them in good places and good spaces.


I already posted the more interesting front, but here's the back:


NECROPOLIS Series card back


Final card is 8.5 x 5.5" (and therefore legible), with glossy front and matte reverse.


Today, work all day on the soundtracks, then, at 6.00 pm, three hours of Slumberland rehearsal (and record one last bit of the show), then two hours of Worth Gun Willed rehearsal.

Tomorrow morning, record the last pieces of Succubus, then work on the soundtracks, then 60 minutes of World Gone Wrong rehearsal, 90 minutes of Hobo Got Too High rehearsal, then 90 minutes of Succubus rehearsal.

Wednesday, rehearsals all day from 10.00 am to 6.00 pm with different individuals/groups from different shows (Jessica Savage gets the big block of 90 minutes to rehearse bits of all three shows she's in), then the first big World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed rehearsal from 7-11.00 pm, with 18 out of 21 cast members (best we can do until tech on Saturday.

Thursday, daytime left open so Berit and I can actually do tech stuff, etc. 7-11.00 pm, Succubus rehearsal, including filming one of the "porno" movies featuring half the cast.

Friday, rehearsals all day from 10.00 am to 6.00 pm with different individuals/groups from different shows, including a big block where we film the other "porno" movie with the other half of the Succubus cast. Then Hobo tech from 7-11 pm.

Saturday, we have the whole cast for World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed from 12 noon to 6.00 pm for cleanup, cue-to-cue, and tech/dress run. Then break. Then we open the show at 8 pm. Brief pause, then The Hobo Got Too High opens at 10.30 pm.

Then, Berit and I get up and go to a wedding on Sunday. If we can get back to NYC in time, we rehearse that night, either Succubus or Slumberland or both (probably just Succubus).

Monday night, we again rehearse either Succubus or Slumberland or both (probably just Slumberland).

Tuesday, we tech Kiss Me, Succubus, At the Mountains of Slumberland from 6.00 pm until done.

Wednesday, we open that bill at 8.00 pm.

Then, we're running. And we're fine.

Then August is over, and Berit and I go collapse in Portland, ME for several weeks.


But right now, I have work to do, and shouldn't be futzing with my blog, except that sometimes, you do need a break in the work, just to stay sane.


See you on Friday, with a Random Whatever list . . .

collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
I just got up to get ready for rehearsal. Berit's been up all night. This will be the way the shifts work in the home for a while.

Berit will stay up all night, I will get up in the morning to work on the shows and she'll go to sleep. Today, we both have to leave for rehearsal in 30 minutes, so when we get back from it at around 3 pm, she'll go to bed and I'll work until midnight or 1 am on the sound design and email blasts.

Then, I'll go to bed and she'll work all night. We've kinda got the pattern down by now, after a few years. It's even more necessary right now, as we have to share the one REALLY GOOD computer in the house - her for the postcard/prop work, me for the sound work.


So last night, Berit pretty much finalized three things while I slept. First, a prop from Marc Spitz's The Hobo Got Too High, which will be printed out on sticker and placed on a real margarine box for the "commercial" scene:


I Don't Understand, It's Not Butter?


Next, and not quite finished, but almost (it needs to be "degraded" a bit), the image for the postcard (and probably some products in the Gemini CollisionWorks store) for NECROPOLIS #0: Kiss Me, Succubus:


Kiss Me, Succubus


And finally, the postcard/t-shirt/etc. image for NECROPOLIS #3: At the Mountains of Slumberland:


At the Mountains of Slumberland


Okay, have to quickly shower and make myself presentable for the actors, and shove more coffee down myself to make myself able to function. More later.

collisionwork: (music listening)
Posts will continue to be slow around here, probably, as I scramble to get my four plays on three bills ready to open.


NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed opens Sat. Aug. 4 at 8.00 pm. The Hobo Got Too High by Marc Spitz opens at 10.30 pm that same evening. NECROPOLIS 0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus & At the Mountains of Slumberland open the following Wednesday, the 8th, at 8.00 pm. Not a lot of time, and much to do. At least we're all cast and working, and the backing tracks for the NECROPOLIS plays are mostly recorded. Now I'm doing the sound editing/mixing, which, as always, is a slog. A fun one at times, but a slog.


I was up most of the night Wednesday (or rather, early Thursday) hacking out a rehearsal schedule for the four shows that would actually give us enough rehearsal time with each show before it opens, that would also actually work with the varied schedules of the 30-or-so actors involved. And I think I licked it. The actors seem to think so, at least. When I'm not on the computer doing the sound work, Berit is on designing prop pieces or putting together the postcards, which we need to send out soon to the printer. So there's been a few images batting about the desktop for research for the giant (8.5 x 5.5") card we're doing for the three NECROPOLIS shows:


for At the Mountains of Slumberland:
Little Nemo Wakes

for Kiss Me, Succubus:
Une Vierge Chez Les Morts Vivants

for World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed:
World Gone Wrong - Ned and Christina


But now I'll take a break from dialogue editing to check my blogs and listen to some music -- iPod now at 21,016 songs, 72.57 gigs, and here's what's random:


1. "In a Hurry" - Shawn Lee's Ping Pong Orchestra - Ubiquity Studio Sessions Vol.3—Strings & Things
2. "Young Savages" - Martin Denny - Ultra-Lounge 17: Bongoland
3. "Roadrunner (live)" - The Modern Lovers - Precise Modern Lovers Order: Live In Berkeley & Boston
4. "I Can't Get Next to You" - The Temptations - Hitsville U.S.A., The Motown Singles Collection 1959-1971
5. "Opportunities (Let's Make Lots Of Money)" - Pet Shop Boys - Please
6. "I Love You" - The Velvet Underground - Peel Slowly and See
7. "Cool" - Lou Busch & His Orchestra - Ultra-Lounge 4: Bachelor Pad Royale
8. "Mirage" - Tommy James & The Shondells - Bubblegum Classics Volume 3
9. "Fortune Teller" - The Throb - Before Birdmen Flew - Australian Beat, R&B & Punk: 1965-1967 Vol. 2
10. "The Fun We Had" - The Ragamuffins - Pebbles Volume 4 - Surf'n Tunes!


Okay, I can allow myself another half-hour for myself, then back to the shows . . .
collisionwork: (GCW Seal)
The Brick Theater, Inc. presents a Gemini CollisionWorks production of


The Hobo Got Too High


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


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


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

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

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

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

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


60 minutes – no intermission

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


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

Yeah, smart.

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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


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


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


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

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


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

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


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


The Hobo Got Too High by Marc Spitz


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


With any luck, more soon . . .

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


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

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

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


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

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


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


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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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