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Yup, I missed last week's update, right? I don't even have the time to go back and check.

The combined attempt to continue to write, rehearse, schedule, plan, and publicize the two August shows has resulted in being behind in all departments. However, we're beginning to pull out of it and leap ahead. Next Monday, we take over the theatre, and will be working out of there most of the time. Still loads and loads to do. So, just a Random Ten this week . . .

And this week's is again from the iTunes playlist of recently acquired tracks (which could mean going back almost a year now) that haven't been listened to as yet. There's about 23 days worth of such track in there, and here's a few of them . . .

1. "The Last Time" - The Who - Benefit Single
2. "'nonymous" - The Hermits - Bo Did It vol. 17
3. "Chimacum Rain" - Linda Perhacs - Parallelograms
4. "Our Friend George" - Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Glorified Magnified
5. "Mississippi Train" - Fred Neil - Bleecker & MacDougal
6. "No Friend Around" - John Lee Hooker - The Complete John Lee Hooker vol. 3 - Detroit 1949-1950
7. "Our Love Will Still Be There" - The Troggs - From Nowhere/Trogglodynamite
8. "Mindrocker" - Fenwyck - Nuggets: Original Artyfacts From The First Psychedelic Era 1965-1968
9. "Goodnight Irene" - Bobby Charles - Walking To New Orleans: The Jewel and Paula Recordings 1964-65
10. "What Can I Do?" - Bobby Marchan - Curiosities: Ace 70's Singles & Sessions 2

And as usual, a playlist of the songs above (or, ESPECIALLY in this case, simliar ones by the same artiste)



Back to work, or maybe some breakfast . . .

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I am close to being able to actually start rehearsals for Spacemen from Space and Devils -- the first should be starting on Sunday and the second on Tuesday. It's been taking forever to get these going, mainly in the casting. Also with the Wedding, we got a late start, and the time I was expecting to be spending on finishing the script for Spacemen keeps being grabbed for casting/scheduling purposes.

So I'm trying to finish that script, and writing this entry in another window during those bits when I get blocked (while in a third window, I have the DVD included in Laurie Anderson's new album Homeland playing -- I'm not sure about the album yet, only heard it once, but it's very sad, beautiful, and depressing . . . mournful . . . and I need to hear it more. I do know I like it better than her last, Life on a String, which was elegantly produced and performed and very very boring).

So, I'm just doing a Random Ten when the DVD ends, as background so I can keep writing lines for Spacemen like "Come on, Chickie, I been workin’ with you for years, and if there was a Pulitzer for 'being tied up in various stages of undress by heathen agents of an unscrupulous foreign government,' you’da been the unchallenged winner six years running!" With my luck, I'll just get into a rhythm in the scriptwriting just as I have to leave for The Brick today (I'm supervising a tech and then the Game Play cabaret this evening). Tomorrow, I don't have anything except some auditions in the late afternoon, so maybe I'll be left alone to work for most of the day.

Oh, right, I was supposed to do the press releases today, too. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

In any case, now a Random Ten for the week (with links to YouTubes of the track or something closely related). Once again, rather than break an iPod playlist I'm in the middle of enjoying, I'll grab stuff from the "Recently Acquired" playlist in the iTunes . . .

1. "Little Geisha Girl" - Hank Locklin - Trashcan 1: Exotica Special

(actually, a YouTube check shows that the song I'm hearing ISN'T Hank Locklin, who did a completely different song called "Geisha Girl," which I'm linking to - no idea who this is)
2. "Gold of the Proud Ones" - Luis Enrique Bacalov - Spaghetti Westerns, Volume 3
3. "You Got Me Dizzy" - Jimmy Reed - The Real Blues Brothers
4. "Tradimento" - Ennio Morricone - Allonsanfan
5. "Never Tear Us Apart" - Beck & Friends - Record Club 4: Kick
6. "Once I Loved (O Amor En Paz)" - Frank Sinatra & Jobim - Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim
7. "Wake Up" - XTC - The Big Express
8. "All About You" - The Bangles - All Over The Place
9. "Her Loving Way" - Gaylon Ladd - Die Today: 60's Garage USA
10. "Hush Hush" - Jimmy Reed - The Real Blues Brothers

And the full video playlist of the above (for those looking at this on LiveJournal):



Okay, I'm refreshed. Back to work . . .

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So a short, late weekly notice, as Berit and I have been entrenched in casting, or pretty much REcasting the two August shows.

As usual, we started work on the shows with a dream cast of people we knew in our heads. Usually, we only wind up getting 2/3rds to 3/4th of our dream cast, but that's fine, we cast others and move on. We're often in touch with our ideal group early on, but no one can ever commit until the couple of months before the shows. That's when we suddenly discover who we DON'T have for the shows.

Well, this year was one of those times (like with World Gone Wrong in 2007) where we discover, after getting the June show out of the way and moving on, that we are, in fact, short of the vast majority of the actors we need - which with two shows that have casts of 21 (Spacemen from Space) and 26 or 27 (Devils, depending on how I double the actors) means a LOT of seriously fast casting.

So word went out, and a general casting notice went up, and we've been doing auditions to an extent we normally don't, and which I'm not that fond of. Luckily, it's working out okay - mostly good people we'd love to use (with the usual frustrations of also seeing really good actors who are completely wrong for anything in the shows). We still haven't seen anyone for a few of the parts, but by the end of tomorrow, I think we'll be fine.

But I'm tired and need to get some sleep before the 8 solid hours of auditioning tomorrow, so I'll leave it at that.

Except of course for the Random Ten. But since I don't want to disturb the iPod playlist I've been using in the car on the way to and from the theatre, I'll do a Random Ten today from the "Recently Acquired" playlist in the iTunes on the computer. This is the playlist made up of all the music I've been gathering, much of which I've never listened to, that I'm trying to catch up on, bit by bit. Currently, this playlist consists of 9,936 tracks and lasts almost 22 days. I sometimes get to listen to up to 6 hours of it while working of an evening, but I've never seen it descend past 15 days long. Well, at least I'm trying to catch up with it. Here's what I get tonight . . .

1. "Put It Where You Want It" - The Crusaders - All Day Thumbsucker Revisited: The History Of Blue Thumb Records
2. "Town by the River" - The Units - History of The Units
3. "Holiday Ring Mold" - Katie's Kitchen - Holiday Freakout
4. "Floyd The Barber [KAOS 87]" - Nirvana - The Chosen Rejects: Broadcasts
5. "random pop" - Various Artists - The Conet Numbers Project
6. "Been Teen" - Dolly Mixture - A Reference Of Female Fronted Punk Rock 1977-89
7. "Step Lightly" - Ringo Starr - Ringo
8. "The Female Smuggler" - Rasputina - Ancient Cross-Dressing Songs
9. "I Think I'll Just Go And Find Me A Flower" - Moorpark Intersection - Soft Sounds For Gentle People: Vol. 1
10. "Telephoning Home" - Wreckless Eric - Wreckless Eric

And here's a playlist of nine of the tracks above (or something as close as I could find):



Now to go off to bed, after looking over the scripts of Spacemen from Space and Devils to remind myself of how much I love them and why I go through the hassle of making this stuff.

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 . . .

Tickle Me

Jan. 12th, 2009 01:13 pm
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Hello Monday.

And here I am, fighting off a cold or something (my throat has surrendered and my nose is fighting valiantly but looks to be losing), trying to write a grant application I have to finish today, and doing a not-very-good job of it. And the apartment is drafty and though it seems bright outside I'm just getting dim gray light. And the bits of me that I've been seeing doctors about recently are not exactly hurting, but ARE causing an annoying, constant discomfort (nothing hideous or terminal, I assure you, just chronic, unending discomfort-occasionally-jumping-into-pain -- it appears I almost certainly have tarsal tunnel syndrome in my right foot, and there's other things I won't go into).

So I'm cold and achy and cranky and looking for laughs and some kind of relaxing comfort.

This makes me laugh. More so if I just play it over and over and over and over . . .


And this foreign ad for Swedish Fish - part of their "a friend you can eat" (?) campaign - charms because it has a kitten mewing in it, and I'm a sucker for that . . .


And to relax and go all Zen, I can stare into the endlessly deep expression on the face of The King as he seems to make a request of his 50,000,000 fans (who can't be wrong) on this 45rpm single sleeve:
Tickle Me Elvis

When I first looked at the above, I thought he looked forlorn, like he could use a good tickle (and how about a "Tickle Me Elvis" doll anyway? I'm sure it could produce some damned fine sounds). But the more I look in that kisser, the more I see a sly confidence. Even arrogance. "Go on, just TRY and tickle The King! See if you can!"

On the better side of the day, while the grant application has become impossible (time to throw it in and be better organized for this grant next year), bits of Spacemen from Space, which has been slow in coming to the Writer part of my brain, suddenly appeared today and I was able to jot some productive bits of that down. They weren't massive CONTENT parts, but they were major STRUCTURAL/TONAL elements which are exactly what I need right now -- once I lick the structure and tone, it's almost by-the-numbers.

The structure is a glass form that I need to know the shape of, and then I can blow it into that form. The tone is the kind of liquid I'm going to pour into that glass form once it's blown. I'm pretty clear now on the form, and I know the kind of liquid. Now I just need to brew those liquid contents.

The best cure I ever had for a cold like this involved incredibly hot and spicy Indian food and a gigantic glass of Jameson's whisky, neat. I don't have either of those handy, but I may attempt an alternate to that Indian/Irish cure today by going with a Chinese/Czech one and eating a large bowl of leftover spicy beef and onions (adding additional hot sauce and mustard) and drinking as much Becharovka as I can stomach (I have a full, unopened bottle in the freezer). If it doesn't cure this cold, it may make me stronger, or at least keep me in the state-of-mind to keep writing the fever-dream-like Spacemen from Space . . .

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