Friday, July 31, 2009

FINGER happened!

Well we did it! PUT MY FINGER IN YOUR MOUTH opened this weekend! Major kudos to Nathan Robbel and everyone who worked to put up this fun little fairy tale! I've told them all, and now I'll tell you... I am very proud of these folks!

The reviews will start pouring in soon I am sure... I just hope that you all come on out... support Right Brain Project and have a good time! This one is fun... audiences are smiling and guffawing!

It you can make it, we'd love you to! I'll post the reviews when they start hitting the net (at least the good ones...wink!)

Thursday, July 30, 2009

The FINGER has arrived!


PUT MY FINGER IN YOUR MOUTH opens tomorrow. There are free seats for tonight's (7/30/09) press preview. Goto www.therbp.org for details!

Monday, July 27, 2009

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While doing some investigating for a new short play entitled MOSQUITO OUROBOROS, I came across this...



Brilliant... Inspiring stuff... lots more at the link below

http://www.insectlabstudio.com/

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Note to self - webcomics

From the Eisners

Best Digital Comic
* Bodyworld, by Dash Shaw,www.dashshaw.com
* Finder, by Carla Speed McNeil, www.shadowlinecomics.com/webcomics/#/finder/
* The Lady’s Murder, by Eliza Frye, www.theladysmurder.elizafrye.com
* Speak No Evil, by Elan Trinidad, www.theoryofeverythingcomics.com/SNE/ Mirror Site
* Vs. by Alexis Sottile & Joe Infurnari, www.smithmag.net/nextdoorneighbor/2008/12/08/story-18/


I think I will head over to Finder asap. I've been wanting to see this ever since reading about it in Doug Wolk's book.

Friday, July 24, 2009

David Cote, _ _ _ _ You!

5. Bloggers: Engage/enrage
This item will generate noise (and that’s the point): I wish bloggers would mix it up more. Does it take a Rachel Corrie fiasco to generate heat? The theater blogosphere has been dull, insular and quiet lately. We need more arguments, more dirt, more bloody knock-down-drag-out fights. Not just self-promotion, obscure manifestos and production diaries. And here’s hoping for a new breed of long-form critics worth reading.

I agree.

However also allow me to say Mr. Cote... _ _ _ _ you. Put up or shut up. What did you blog on July 17th, July 1st, etc. etc. etc.

So, unless you start engaging others in the manner you prescribe instead of informing us of how your opera is... well then you are asking others to take a risk that you yourself don't seem to be engaging in.

I for one, agree with you... and given the opportunity to raise my digital voice in regards to something I actually have an opinion about or at the very least an emotion... I will raise my voice...

But it seems that the grand old cat scratch fever days are long gone. Too many folks too concerned about how the tone of their posts will co relate to making money doing art. Too tepid.

So, David... I applaud your wish...now physician heal thyself. Mix it up or shut up.

And, quickly let me hit post before I worry if my response is good for my career.

UPDATE

Found some interesting stuff after a little deeper reading.
Cote fights back. I like how 99 seats sets up the whys of why no engagement here and here, especially the metaphor of bloggers as terrorists.

Personally I am not interested in poking a stick at Hunka or Walters or folks for the mere thrill of it. I enjoy hearty debate about topics rather than people, about actions rather than intent, and about theatre and art rather than ...well shit that just doesnt hook me as much.

Anyway, I am jumping back into the waters for more deeper reading.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

PUT MY_ _ _ _ _ _ IN YOUR _ _ _ _ _

Just got back into Chicago from San Diego. Work had me doing a conference (no not that conference). I missed that conference by 24 hours. I would have stuck out the weekend at the hotel and taken in as much SDCC goodness as possible, but even if you are a VIP at an event like this, you have to drop some serious coin. And right now, all my coin is currently tied up. A great opportunity has arrisen, and it required me to choose between the con and the future. But, there will more about that a couple weeks from now.

What is happened now? As in right now? Well right now, I am recovering from 4 straight 14 hour days and some hard fun living in between. But tomorrow, I return to PUT MY FINGER IN YOUR MOUTH rehearsals. Between work and a flu bug, I've been away from rehearsals for a almost 2 weeks. We are entering the last week before tech, and so it is an exciting time. This one is a queer bird (if you couldn't already tell from the title). As I writer, if was my goal is risk alot on this one, to push myself in directions I have not recently or frequently taken.

The most obvious risk being that I am not directing. For me that is something very new. I've had a short piece or two directed by others before but nothing as big as this script.

The next risk was the material. I wanted to stretch and attempt to write something that was very specifically, identifiably my own, but at the same time drastically contrasting the work I've been doing most recently, specifically the Heavy Noir influenced stuff. I got to write for female protagonists (something I dont get to do quite often). In fact, I've been labelled in the past (by mostly the fairer sex) as not always writing the best characters for women. I don't know that I completely agree, but I am cognizant enough our of culture to understand why I've heard that. So, the goals were to do what I could to make sure that these protagonists (the sisters) were as genuine as I could make them on the page, avoid writing what I jokingly refer to as "just men with boobs", and at the same time (even if it is riding the razor's edge of criticism) keep the violent or confrontational, crazy edge to the characters that makes them interesting to me as people without completely relying on basic unflattering stereotypes/tropes.

Whether or not I succeed on any of these levels, you'll have to tell me when you see it. The show opens next weekend. Click here for the details or goto therbp.org.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

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Apparently, popular comic blogs have been getting this image, but aren't able to confirm who the artist is. I love this art though.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

But if that is what you want, the words are wrong?

-But isn't that in total contradiction to what the character says? The way the character says it?

-Characters like people are sometimes untrue to the words come out of their mouths. And even as they strive to be one thing, speak to that one thing, the character doesn't succeed. Emotion and desire make all sorts of hairpin turns around obstacles unexpected. So that even though they are speaking to the desire a moment a ago, swelling inside them is actually the makings of a very different desire.

-Are we are asking the actor to be two things are once?

-No, we are asking the character to attempt one thing, fail... and by failing, achieve a second seemingly contradictory thing. This sort of thing happens in life all the time. We say one thing expecting it to sound strong, but rather we end up exposing our weakness. The words we speak sometimes fail as indicators of what the moment actually is.

(And perhaps this might be why I fail as a playwright, solely a playwright... I trust that the situation will illuminate the inherit contradiction... because when I directed... I thought that was happening... but what really happened was that I was finishing the text in rehearsal room right there with the actors... using their voices and their bodies to hammer out the final keystrokes that would become the final draft ultimately)

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Christopher A Klein

Alright! Alright! Kittens?! Bob are you seriously posting art with kittens?!!! Yeah, but look at the weird shit he is doing with kittens.



Ann Nathan Gallery

Friday, July 10, 2009

Not Entirely Non Fiction

I am getting better at my job. This bothers me. Why? Because as I get better at it, I find it more enjoyable or at the least more tolerable. I find that the compliments paid to me there, the kind that normally would not have registered, they are resonating more. I am afraid that I will start to enjoy my job. I will spend more time thinking about my job, perhaps even when I am not there. Time that I used to spend on my art. And when this happens who will I be? I know who I have strived to be my entire life. I have strived to be an amalgamation of my heroes Salvador Dali and Mark Twain.

The bus was always so tight before. But since I started enjoying my work, the commute is not so constricting. This should be a good thing, no? Suddenly it seems that no matter how many people are on the train or the bus, I am always able to find a seat. I look around to see if Mephistopheles is there bargaining for me to get that little luxury, but instead I see quiet faces solitary serene. I think my eyes must be getting smaller, must be rolling slowly back into my head. Even the bus driver seems like he is further away when I step on the bus. A soft fur lined tunnel? Perhaps?

I was in the lunch room, reading a book I had found placed on top of the vending machine, it was a bodice busting romance novel the sort where I need not worry about the proper names, always a he and a she doing all sorts of arousing things to one another. No names, just verbs and environments. A man walked in with some important papers. I knew they were important because the company's high priority stamp was apparent at the bottom and top of each page. A fist sized stamp in dark crimson colored ink.

-What are you reading?
-Just a silly thing

I didn't want to show him the cover

-Can I see?
-I just started it, you know for a laugh
-Oh! Research?

He just sort of stands there. He isn't waiting for me to answer. He isn't staring coldly into space. He is just sort of paused. He then looks at the palm of his right hand. He takes the edge of the high priority papers and places it edge wise against the tiny soft web between his index and middle finger.

-Do you dare me?
-What are you doing?
-Just trying to stay awake

He walked away. I keep feeling that high priority paper slicing tiny incisions in between my fingers and toes. I red a poem and ask myself if this is it? Is this the last poem I'll relish? Is this the last profound thought I'll ever have? Will I abandon even the bodice buster for a coloring book instead?

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