Category Archives: theater

dance, theater

a dancing domestic tragicomedy

Unknown Theater, one of my favorite companies in Los Angeles, presents AN ATTIC AN EXIT through July 27: a dance event from San Francisco.

In this theatrical tour-de-force, Looney-tunes comedy meets magical realist mystery
in a single room crammed full with riddles, levitation, baking supplies,
and two meticulously explorative characters you will never forget.

This language of this blurb reminds me of some of the blurbs I’ve tried to write for other semi-surreal, multimedia, multi-element performance shows, especially the something “meets” something part.
I get it, and I automatically know vaguely what genre of work this is, and that I will enjoy it, and that it’s going to be complicated, whimsical, and really good. But I wonder if the language is communicating everything it can to outsiders or civilians – if there is a way for us to describe this kind of work more concisely. It’s difficult, when part of the nature of the work is that it includes many, many elements.

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Help us name our enormous, fully funded, ten-theater complex in the Vegas desert!

So, there’s already a company called the National Theater of the United States of America. (This reminds me of the difficulty we had in naming Upstage Project.) I tried to come up with a couple more names for our concept theater, the enormous ten-theater complex in the Vegas desert, with full funding.

The Corporate Theater of the United States
The Theater Corporation (there is a “national theater corporation” that the Shuberts run out of DC…)
The National Theater of America (problematic, def. “america,” etc., although maybe being politically incorrect is exactly what we need…
The National-Conceptual Theater (or National-Corporate…National-Corporeal…)
The National Theater of Las Vegas
The National Theater of the Desert
The Manifest Destiny Theater
The Theater of Expansionism
Theater of Money (We have more than we know what to do with…)
Theater of Entitlement (because the citizens of this country are entitled to a ten-theater complex in the Vegas desert…)
Theater of Entitlement: presenting a full season of the culture of entitlement since 2008…

Or we could just call it Manifest Destiny. That’s my new favorite.

A search for URLS not yet taken under “manifest destiny” reveals these delightful folks from the World of Warcraft:
Manifest Destiny is a raiding guild on the Dark Iron (PvP) server and is paced towards hardcore progression. We are currently clearing all of Karahzan and hope to be starting the 25 man’s (Gruul’s and beyond) shortly.

Your suggestions are welcome.

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theater, writing

Edge of Los Angeles

Readings for Edge Fest LA’s Los Angeles History Project begin today and extend to next Sunday, including new plays from Aaron Henne, Tom Jacobson, Philip W. Chung, Judy Soo Hoo, Teresa Chavez and Rose Portillo, and Larissa FastHorse & Brian Joseph. All readings are free and at the Autry. The website calls these readings “six new plays about our city and its rich history.”

Aaron’s play, RECORD STORM SPREADS RUIN!, is today at 11:

A corrupt administration. A leader clinging desperately to his power. A devastating flood. In 1938, Los Angeles Mayor Frank Shaw, on the verge of being ousted from power, broadcasts over the radio airwaves to a drowning city. His citizens, some living and some dead, converge on City Hall to offer him one last chance at salvation from his past deeds, before he is overtaken by a record storm.

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directing, theater, writing

playriding

I catch up with an old friend and fellow playwright, to recruit her to the staff of the National Theater of the United States. She’s going to be, among other things, our ambassador to Poland.

I talk about the reading of 13 WAYS, and how completely the bottom dropped out of my brain after it. The post-birth doldrums was a thousand times worse than it’s ever been for anything I’ve directed. I ask her, already knowing the answer, if it’s always that way with writing.

Yes, she says. But she says it with a smile – and it reminds me of my old comparison between the loggers and the theater people – the more pain, the more pride.

She also brings up something I hadn’t considered, that the further you go in the playwriting field, you quickly lose control of casting. This startles me. I realize how specific and important it was to me to be able to cast the particular actors that I cast in the reading.

I walk across the mental aisle, I put on my rapidly fading “director hat” and imagine directing a play that someone else had cast for me. Not so much.

I know, however, as tough as it’ll be, that I would be willing to give up casting in order to give up the responsibility and stress of directing. Just another thing to practice letting go of. (Definition: a writer: someone who has let go of everything except the words?)

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the chorus, theater, travel, writing

destination: chicago

After tonight’s reading, I officially have no plays in the grapevine from a directing point of view, and no projects, either, except writing projects.

It seems like as good a time as any to announce that I expect this next year to be more about playwriting and poetry than about directing. It’s time to explore choruses through language, not only through staging. I think when I do direct it’ll be events like tonight’s reading – one-time events with new formal innovation within them, concepts I want to beta-test. I also wouldn’t mind continuing to explore choral voice workshops. But even that is a move towards text.

I think what tonight’s reading proves to me is that my instincts for manipulating text chorally have been refined through all these years of directing and assistant directing – and it’s time to trust myself, and write the plays I’ve wanted to write all along.

So, the future. I’m in LA for most of the rest of this month. Then I and the architect for the National Theatre of the United States will be driving from LA to SF at the end of July, using the trip to scout locations in the desert outside of Vegas for our twin ampitheatres (one Greek, one Roman) and the rest of the ten-theater complex.

And then I’m moving to Chicago, where I expect to be based from for at least the next year. I’m going to have an apartment and a home base, maybe even a regular job. This move is predicated on many things, but largely the presence of the Convergers and the excitement of the theater and poetry scenes in that city. Also, the cheap housing prices, and the large number of theaters hiring for next season. And my need to move somewhere – and have that somewhere be somewhere I can work. And my best friend in the world, Eileen, is moving there too. We’re going to be roommates.

I’m excited to think about going to a new city (I’ve never been to Chicago at all – I’m taking Robert and Caitlin’s word for it) and starting a new life there – in terms of writing, location, avocation, and lifestyle. But yield who will to their separation, and all that.

I am aware that it’s going to be first very humid, then very cold. But I would live on a planet without light or oxygen and have my lungs fed air through a tube and take Vitamin D tablets for sun if that was what it took to survive in theater. (It’s often what it feels like during tech!) This is the next step I have to take, so it’ll work out. And there is a lake. And Bree tells me that getting really, truly “snowed in” is more rare than my nightmares suggest.

Putting it up on the blog makes it real. Chicago. I’m excited, and scared, and so ready to live somewhere for longer than six weeks. I think this is the best place for me right now, despite my passing interest in Belfast after doing all that Van Morrison research for Jess.

As Carl Sandburg says, in his poem on my new city,
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

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the chorus, theater

“I like repetition” – Brandohead

Tonight was the reading of x restrung cortex, the 5-minute Ron Allen play, at Theatre of NOTE. The actors – Jemal, Jo.D., Wendi, and Michelle H – performed the play three times, interspersed with jazz and poetic songs from Ron’s band, Code Zero. Each time they performed it, new meanings and new interpretations came to the action on stage.

The audience was a full house.

The play was a royal flush.

By the third repetition, Jo.D. had the audience calling the second halves of his lines back to him, call-and-response style, and screaming with laughter.

Jo.D.: The actors are…
Audience: NUDE!

Jo.D.: The narrator wears a…
Audience: TUXEDO!

Jo.D.: The following exchange represents…
Audience: SUBMISSION!

Some variation on this technique is definitely going in the next draft of 13 WAYS. The word “chorus” can also include repetition in the sense of alternating with verses. We’re going to take a chorus (or a scene-as-chorus) and do it with unchanged text, but changed intentions and action, 3 times over.

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directing, theater

Awards for LYDIA

Octavio Solis’s LYDIA, which I assistant directed (dir. Juliette Carrillo) at the Denver Center last year, just cleaned up in Denver’s Henry Awards last night: Outstanding Ensemble Performance, Outstanding New Play, Outstanding Production of a Play.

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The National Theater of the United States

I get more 13 CHORUS feedback – technically versatile, but lacking in some heart -I have to figure out what this subject matter means to me, personally. With this in mind, I visit an old friend, an artist and architect, who has relocated to MacArthur Park. We debate choruses and we talk about the thing that are our artistic obsessions – and why they matter to us, why they should matter to others.

In between Guatemalan food and beer in Silver Lake, griping about funding as usual, and dreaming of conceptual projects, we decide we need to start serious blueprints for an extremely well-funded US State Theater, with ten theaters, total government and corporate funding, a resident acting company, etc.

I’m going to be the artistic director, and he’s going to be the architect for the entire multi-theater complex.

What will we call it? What else: “The National Theater of the United States.”

Where? In Vegas. Because we’re both westward-inclined, and we think a project of such grandeur (requiring such enormous amounts of land) would never happen except in a place of extreme wealth. I suggest calling it the Classical Theater of Vegas, but he’s afraid that that might be too real – someone might have already done it.

We’re going to create a website for it, and treat it as if it actually exists – announcing the season every year, and so on. I’m going to start “hiring” people immediately.

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film, theater, writing

topsyturvydom

I spend the evening with my oldest friend and his parents, all of whom are artists or educators. They are enthusiastic about podcasting, and they want me to tell them what I’m doing next. I don’t know. Only writing.

My oldest friend, who is a Victorianist, defines the Gothic for me, and I define the chorus for him. We know our fields of specialty because we define them broadly – to him, everything is Gothic, and to me, everything is a chorus.

I go back to Pasadena and watch Mike Leigh’s film TOPSY-TURVY again (about Gilbert and Sullivan) thinking it will give me some insight into collaborating on a play with music. I notice, this time, that Gilbert is directing the whole thing, too – rewriting his lines on the fly, and staging with absolute brutality and simplicity, allowing no one’s ideas into the shape but his own. It reminds me very much of the directors I have worked with who have also been the writers of the piece in question. Their ideas are good, but their processes are less open to innovation from the actors than the processes of directors who are only directors.

I think of the rehearsal I just had last week for the short Ron Allen play, and how little he said compared to how much I said. To write and only write, you need to be prepared to give your words into someone else’s hands.

Watching TT again also makes me wonder about making sure both CF and I continue working at the highest artistic level of which we’re both capable – not compromising ideas for each other as Sullivan felt he was for Gilbert – I wince at the memory of a few times during the reading where I asked him to provide music that was essentially musical sound effects, humorous and uncomplicated. On the one hand, I think he is more open to that kind of thing than other people I’ve worked with. On the other, we’ve never really talked about it.

It’s funny – I also realize, in this watching of the film (and after reading some writing online about it), how Mike Leigh’s filming of the scenes from the G&S operettas really plays up the fakeness of theater as a medium. It’s all about seeing the humans behind the illusions.

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