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Maybe it's not even right to call it a song yet, at best it's a song in progress. Dummy Lyrics. No real chorus or bridge. Mainly just riffs.
But why not document it in a crappy sideways video and put it here.
A few images from The Civilians spring benefit at City Winery—a highlight of which was getting to collaborate as music director with composer Michael Friedman. He's been described as a mad genius, and I have to agree whole heartedly with both descriptors. His music is deceptively simple on the page, but his off-handed comments in rehearsal about expressing meaning through rhythmic nuance were a master class. Genius levels of mad genius.
The other highlight was Oskar Eustis' award acceptance speech. He's known for his extemporaneous eloquence and that night, he was in rare form. I can't remember his exact words, but I'll never forget how he made me feel the weight and dignity of working in the American Theatre—nothing short of a divine calling to see each other and be together in a real space.
The whole thing was breath taking. And also there was steak.
Photo collection from the recent NY run of Dust Can't Kill Me featuring Elizabeth Davis, Kathryn Gallagher, Richard Crandle, Adrian Enscoe, & Paul Davis—direction by Srda Vasiljevic, photos by Karen Santos
This is all I have to say about this issue—all I will ever say.
A one song musical.
Feel free to write a song if you disagree.
For an upcoming production of Pig Iron Theatre Company's GENTLEMEN VOLUNTEERS. The show, in a residency at the Orchard Project, features actor-controlled lighting and sound design (effects table below) and is a BEAST to pull off every night.
The production commemorates the 100th anniversary of the First World War. This sweeping drama of American idealism and unlikely love affairs is set against the chaos of World War I. GENTLEMEN VOLUNTEERS follows two American ambulance drivers from the idyllic campus of Yale University to the battlefields of France.
Stills from a recent reading of Loveless, TX—an adaptation of Love's Labour's Lost
FEATURING: Katie Rose Clarke, Ryan Andes, Rob Evans, Jake Odmark, Kimberly JaJuan, & Christine Jones (PHOTOS: Isaiah Tanenbaum)
If you've been through it you know. You know what it means
When life gives you Beenie Babies you make lemonade.
And then make a video with sassy background music.
The world is full of so much nonsense, it's easy to believe it all sometimes.
It's really all going to be okay—as evidenced by this guy who crab walked in front of me on the F Train.
Artful wall detritus (23rd street on the F-line)
I recently spent some time playing with odd bits of SNL history—also the history of my comedic sensibility. This show is at least 33% responsible for what I find funny. Seeing props and artifacts from sketches I'd seen as a kid was like sifting through boxes of elementary school science ribbons, vaguely remembering who I was when I'd last seen them. Only much funnier.