Tuesday, July 31, 2007

I'm sorry to hear

about the closing of Infernal Bridegroom Productions in Houston. One of my more memorable theater experiences during my two-year stint there was one of their shows; they had gotten a grant for Suzan-Lori Parks to direct the world premiere of her play, Fucking A. I was relatively unfamiliar with her writing, so it was a great introduction. Almost ten years later I still have my program; it's just a beat up and scratched and wrinkled Xerox copy, but I've always thought it was worth keeping. I've even considered framing it, but JW doesn't really want me to hang anything in the guest bedroom with the f-word printed on it.

Here's a link to the story (Thanks Theatreforte).

Monday, July 30, 2007

Waking Up in Los Angeles

How's that for a play title?

I also have--

Wake Up! A Manifesto

Movements in Motion: A Mock-Manifesto

The Effect of Radio Waves on Man-on-the-Move Manifestos
Blame Personism for all that Manifesto business (thanks again, K).

Oh, and I am fond of that last one, but seriously, not in a million years.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Independent Shakespeare

I've been meaning to post for weeks now about how all of my L.A.-based readers should go see some Shakespeare at Barnsdall Art Park. I'm doing that now. Here's the "go see an Independent Shakespeare Company play" post. Now all that's left is for you to obey my instructions and go. I'm going to try to catch A Midsummer Night's Dream next Saturday. Richard II is high on my list too. There's also their Macbeth, which I might see even if I've seen and read it a few too many times by now because I'm sure their production will have much to recommend. I always love their shows. Just take a jacket because it gets a little cold. Oh, and it's totally free, but give them money anyway because they're good and they deserve it.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Today's obsession

I saw a short item about this in the LATimes a few days ago, and now they've published this story. All very sad and strange.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

I went by myself to see

Sonic Youth perform Daydream Nation at the Greek on Friday. I wish I'd taken my camera into the venue, but I was running late and didn't want to worry about not being able to take it in. On my way there, I was stuck in traffic on Western and took a couple of pictures with my camera phone. As a result, this post will probably be more about an evening of my loving L.A. than an evening of my loving Sonic Youth, but I've written plenty about that before.

I wish the above picture came out a little better; that's Lance Wang Interior Decorations in Koreatown. At least you can see the fancy sheer curtains. I was a little mesmerized.

I'm glad you can read the sign at El Negrito. It's a little north of Koreatown on Western. Not quite as "I feel pretty!" as Lance Wang's, but distinctive, nonetheless.

I didn't even bother to take cellphone pictures during the show, although now I wish I had some to post...even if they were bad.

I always love the Greek; it's so nice being up there in all those trees. I had one of those "I can't believe I'm in Los Angeles" moments that I have from time to time. It's mid-July and the weather during the day is so warm, but here I am able to sit out amongst the trees in the cool evening and see one of my all-time favorite bands do their all-time best album.

Here's the one picture I did take in the venue. It's just a shot of them clearing the stage that I snapped while I was on my way out to my car.

On my way out of the venue I got stuck in stacked parking for a while, but even that was pleasant enough. People were a little bombed or just satisfied by the show like I was. We were all trying to help each other maneuver past the parked, unattended cars to get out easily. Once I got moving, the drive was a breeze; I headed down the hill and out of Griffith Park, enjoying the view of the sparkly city below and the Observatory above, all lit up and lovely.

I don't mean to get too Randy Newman on you, but I often find this city really hard to like, so when I have warm fuzzy moments like I did at this show I tend to relish them.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Another nice rejection

I submitted a short story to a GLBT lit journal several months ago and promptly forgot about it. Last night when I checked my mail I got the SASE in my mailbox; it was so light and thin it didn't even feel like it had an actual letter in it. I opened the envelope and found a tiny slip of paper about the size of two business cards. Muttering curses to myself as I got into my apartment, I pulled out the slip and opened it up. This pre-printed rejection said something like, "Thanks, etc. We were unable to use your story, but we find your work promising. Please consider submitting work to us in the future." Below the text, one of the editors wrote, "Try again."

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

My new play

Assuming that you care, here's what I can tell you:

I began it in November as part of one of those play-in-30-days things (thank's P'tit Boo!) but didn't finish it until January 1 of this year.

I did the slightest of rewrites when a friend wanted to share it with one of her classes in her graduate program in theater. I was both flattered and freaked out by that request. After that I didn't touch it until the last week in June, when I was asked for a new draft in the space of a week.

Since then I have rewritten it twice.

If all goes well, the first read-through will be tomorrow. With any luck, we'll have a complete cast.

It was initially named On The Move, but I think that title's a little pedestrian. Right now I'm calling it Waking Up with Bart and Sophie, but there's something kind of annoying to me about that title. I'm entertaining the notion of calling it, On The Move, or Waking Up with Bart and Sophie. I don't know if that helps the title or just makes it worse. Plus we all know I've pulled that one before. Twice, actually. I think I'm still waiting for the perfect title to slap me in the face; that's usually a sign that the play's on solid ground. Hopefully that will happen soon, since as of today we open in late August.

More to come.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Are you people

going to see Rescue Dawn? You should be. Unless you have problems with leeches. And grub worms. And various other things. It's intense, but I'm ready to see Steve Zahn and Christian Bale win every acting award in existence. Jeremy Davies, too!

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

I just got back from auditions

for my new play. I think it's safe to mention it now. More later, I promise.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Death of a libertine

I'm obsessing about this today, thanks to JW.


P.S. Another obit is here.

P.P.S. I changed that second link (it was initially an obit in the Telegraph) after JW took a look at it and complained of how nasty the tone was. I think he's right, so there you go.