Just Wrought

Recovering playwright, once won a STRANGER Genius Award for theater. Now writing a bloated novel about… G-d help me! Theatre.

Category: Towards a World Class Theatre

  • Better Dead, But Rich’ll Do

    Better Dead, But Rich’ll Do

    I don’t even have a dog in the fight that Brendan Kiley’s pulled me into here, but I think I might have to rent one.
    Me on Face Book yesterday
     

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    Before I retired from theatre nearly two years ago I liked to write essays about the art form’s problems (“On Institutional Arrogance”), and what made it great, (“How Can I Talk About the Borrowers?”), but I never did manage to write all the essays I wanted to. By the end, I had a whole file full of titles I would never flesh out.  I even wrote an essay about that (“Surplus Titles”). One of my favorite leftovers was “Better Dead”, under which I intended to provide an explanation to the uninitiated that despite the image they might hold in their minds of playwrights being central to the making of theatre in modern America, the fact is, our absence is the usual and preferred state of engagement, and if we can manage to be dead, preferably for a long enough time that our work is in the public domain, then we are even more popular among our non-playwriting theatre colleagues.

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  • A Delightfully Disorienting Video Sneak Peak at the French SLOTIN SONATA

    A Delightfully Disorienting Video Sneak Peak at the French SLOTIN SONATA

    When I decided to travel to Quebec to see this upcoming production of Louis Slotin Sonata translated into French, I thought to myself, “Well, this experience will certainly be new, but what will it be like?” I had so little idea that, even though I wanted to write about it in advance, I couldn’t.

    And then came this trailer…

    What I love about it is that its director trusts the play so much that he leans exclusively into the power of the words, and the power of the actors to speak them, to sell it to a potential audience. Of course, because there are no “staging landmarks” for me to follow, I am delightfully disoriented. On my first watching of it, I only really gained my bearings when an actor started speaking Hebrew. Ironically, once he heard the Mourner’s Kaddish, this born-and-raised Irish Catholic boy felt on familiar ground.

    It’s a fundamental and powerful truth of theatre that the spoken word is orders of magnitude more primal than the written. Plays are not literature. They are an altogether different form of art.

    Seeing my words transformed into another language, and then transformed again back into life by these captivating actors, gives me chills. The good kind.

    I can’t wait to see the whole thing. Live!

    French Slotin Poster

  • Saturday Morning Cartoons LIVE!

    Saturday Morning Cartoons LIVE!

    Death of an Institution

    You may not have noticed, but just a few weeks ago a beloved American institution died the death of a ragdoll; and no less of an American institution itself than The Washington Post announced the passing in its recent article “Saturday Morning Cartoons are No More.” The Post lamented the last holdout:

    This past Saturday, the CW became the last broadcast television network to cut Saturday morning cartoons. The CW is replacing its Saturday cartoon programming, called “The Vortexx,” with “One Magnificent Morning,” a five-hour bloc of non-animated TV geared towards teens and their families.

    Those of us who remember the age of three and only three networks, also recall fondly that, once upon a time the only way you could watch animated cartoons was to wake up on Saturday morning and catch what ABC, NBC or CBS had on offer. Here is what a typical Saturday line up looked like when I was my son Keelans’ age. It includes classics like Bugs Bunny and Woody Woodpecker mixed in with more circa 70’s fair, like The Scooby Doo/Dynamutt Hour, and a personal favorite, Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, which came on so late, 12 noon, that my mom was usually hectoring me by that time to get outside because I had already wasted too much of “perfectly nice day” watching that “idiot box.”

    “But Mom! It’s Fat Albert!”

    Birth of an Institution

    Happily, theatre—as specifically embodied by director/producer Jim Jewell— did not let the tradition of Saturday morning cartoons go gently into the good night.  Instead, Jewell saw the demise coming, and made a plan to fill the gap with short plays written by teams of local Northwest playwrights and their kids. “Saturday mornings used to belong to kids,” says Jewell. “I remember waiting all week for that one day I could binge on cartoons for hours. So, we wanted to try and create that same feeling with some fun live theater, and what better way to understand what kind of art kids want to see than engaging them in the creation of it?”

    The results of Jewell’s brainstorm will be making their world premiere over three Saturdays this November, at the Pocket Theatre [http://thepocket.org/] on Phinney Ridge in Seattle.

    Saturday Morning cartoons logo

    My sons, Declan and Keelan, and I teamed up to write “Magical Man and the Space Needle of Hideousness”, just one episode in the continuing adventures of Magical Man and his million-plus year sojourn in our paltry four palpable dimensions.

    MAGICAL MAN: I call myself Magical Man. Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, but I can’t say my actual name in your universe. There aren’t enough dimensions.

    I’ve been in your world for one million very, VERY boring years.

    Today I will do what I have waited all those years to accomplish. Confront Roger Wickersham, bring him to justice for his transgressions. . . .

    It certainly doesn’t hurt that Cody Smith and Samuel Hagen will be staring as Magical Man and Roger Wickersham, Evil PhD, respectively.

    Other playwright/kid combinations include:

    • “Don’t Touch That Dial!” by Penelope Venturini and Marcy Rodenborn
    • “Roderick Saves the World (or at least the Day)” by Finn Judd and Maria Glanz
    • “Feline Fitness” by Olivia and Jim Jewell
    • “The Family Jynx” by Jack and Joe Zavadil

    The plays will be brought to life by a talented ensemble, including Val Brunetto, Sam Hagen, D’Arcy Harrison, Cole Hornaday, Kacey Shiflet, and Cody Smith, with a special guest appearance by Paul Shipp. Co-directed by Shawn Belyea and Jim Jewell.

    Here are the details broken out real simple like:

    What?     Saturday Morning Cartoons – Live!

    Who?     B-Sides & Rarities, a Partner Project of The 14/48 Projects, in association with Pocket Theater

    Where?    The Pocket Theater, 8312 Greenwood Ave N

    When?     November 8, 15, 22 @ 10:30am 

    How?     Tickets for Saturday Morning Cartoons are available at The Pocket Theater website (http://thepocket.org/see/) and are $10 adults/$5 kids online (or $14/$7 at the door). Seating is general admission and all children MUST be accompanied by an adult

    Parents, I promise you a good time will be had by all!

  • Live Blogging “Swing Time” – The Sunday Run-through

    Live Blogging “Swing Time” – The Sunday Run-through

    I’m watching the first act of Sandbox Radio LIVE!: “Swing Time”, which we will be performing live tomorrow at ACT in downtown Seattle, but will also be broadcasting via podcast as soon as we sweeten the sound.

    I can relax a little for the moment because my two bits aren’t until act two.  As per usual, I’m Sam in episode 12 of Markheim, but I also got drafted as a concessions vendor in our staging of the classic baseball balladry, “Casey at the Bat”.

    There’s an intense ambient confusion to late process rehearsals—cue-to-cues and dress runs, etc.—that I find deeply unnerving, even though as a playwright I usually had absolutely zero responsibilities. Amidst the tumult, I am grateful for directors in a way I usually don’t admit to. I recall, at these times, my deep admiration for anyone who can handle chaos—indeed choreograph it— with expertise and élan. Two names leap to mind, Leslie Law, the director and producer of Sandbox Radio, and John Langs, who directed the Seattle premiere of my play Louis Slotin Sonata and the world premiere of The Sequence, my staging of the real-life race to decode the human genome. I offer you this memory of John, utterly out of context to protect the innocent and guilty alike, after having sat through 10 hours of tech as cool as a cucumber, then suddenly shouting: “Would someone please muzzle that fucking dog!”  The show’s mascot Jack Russell Terrier had apparently rubbed John’s last nerve raw.

    For now, I get to sit and blog to you, gentle reader, about how much I love Juliette Pruzan’s particular whimsy, which you’ll be able to witness yourself in her original piece, “Swing Time Swing Set” written especially for this show, and performed with delight by Seanjohn Walsh, Kathryn Van Meter, Amy Bush and others. I pride myself on knowing where the laughs will come in a new work.  I’m not always right, but I can assure you there are plenty in this one. Probably some you’ll surprise us with when you come see tomorrow.

    If you haven’t already, get your tix here.

  • A Thought on Survival after Seeing a Proliferation of Cherry Buds

    A Thought on Survival after Seeing a Proliferation of Cherry Buds

    If you are talking about survival as an artist you’re already done or you’ve never begun.

    Being an artist has never been about survival. Never. Not once going back 30,000 years to the caves of Lascaux and Chauvet.

    Making art has always been about defying the survival imperative, and transcending it.

    So when an artist or arts institution tells you: “This is how things need to be in order for us to survive,” rest assured that as artists they have already died.

  • Outlook Reminder

    Outlook Reminder

    This just popped up on my screen. I created this reminder 5 years ago after a possibly ill-advised speech I gave at the Moore Theatre. Still, I’m looking forward to a new road starting Sunday.

  • Once Again the Times Skims Seattle’s Surface and Gets it Wrong

    Once Again the Times Skims Seattle’s Surface and Gets it Wrong

    I promised myself and you, gentle readers, that Just Wrought was moving on from being a Seattle theatre bitch blog, so I am asking you to help a homey out and chime in below in the comments section to educate The New York Times and Intiman’s Artistic Director, Andrew Russell, about why his statement in that paper’s recent article on the Intiman’s Summer Festival is so woefully ignorant. The condescending carpet-bagging quote in question: “Few theaters in Seattle have ambitious summer shows.” 

    Here, I’ll prime the pump: every summer Balagan Theatre develops a brand new, original locally grown children’s show and puts it on free in Seattle parks. I had the immense pleasure of participating in the 2011 offering, King Arthur and the Knights of the Playground.

    That’s just one example pulled from the myriad of amazing ambitious work getting done here each summer. Now you add one.

    And seriously, New York Times, if you want to know what’s happening in Seattle, get on a plane and get out here.  Your breezy phone interviews with Big House wannabe auteurs just don’t cut it anymore. And if your shrinking budget doesn’t allow for that sort of quality reportage, then do us a favor and STFU about Seattle theatre, ‘cuz ya know what? We don’t care what you think.

    I’m am striking the above paragraph out, as it is based on my eroneous assumption. The fact is, the Times reporter did fly out to research this story. (Thank you, Brendan Kiley, for setting me straight.)  I could wish that Mr. Healy had taken the time to investigate how rich and ambitious the Seattle theatre scene really is in the Summer (and every other season), but you know what they say about wishing.

  • The SOAP Poster!

    The SOAP Poster!

    I have said it before: one of the most exciting moments for this playwright is when the posters for a world premiere drop into circulation. Something about it says, “Yup, this is happening all right.” And I really love this one for SOAPFest. (Thanks to Sean Williams of Gigantic Planet for the evocative design.)

    I plan on writing more later about why this upcoming festival of short world premiere plays is particularly special for me, but for now, let me simply share SOAPFest’s press release below the fold so you can have all of that important information now.

    Remember, SOAPFest is three nights only in a small venue.  Tickets are on sale here, now!  So . . . you know what to do.

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  • Bespoken Word

    Bespoken Word

    Have you ever had clothes custom-made for you? I have never been rich enough to afford such a luxury; but theatre, never ceasing to infuse my life with ironies, provided me once with an opportunity to have a pair of 16th Century “pumpkin-pants” plus doublet perfectly cut and stitched to my then much slimmer proportions for a run as Berowne in Love’s Labour’s Lost. Rich or poor, ironic or not, it is always a superbly satisfying feeling to have a something fit you like a second skin. I imagine actors must feel a similar satisfaction when roles are tailor-written for them, which is exactly what I have done for two extraordinary Seattle actors, Hana Lass and Rebecca Olson, in a play called Ballard House Duet, premiering in a little over two weeks at Washington Ensemble Theatre.

    It started with an email from Olson back in June of last year, asking if I would be interested in being the guinea pig playwright for her proposed project to develop new plays written specifically for local actors. For this first outing, she said, the actors would be herself and Hana Lass.

    I responded with interest. It certainly sounded like a strong move toward the sort of locally grown new work I had been advocating here at Just Wrought. I told her my one caveat was I wanted only to write: no producing, no promotion, no administration.  Having served as Newswrights United’s Executive Producer, and having just staged the second of two fully produced Living Newspapers, I was burned out with wearing other hats.

    Rebecca agreed to my proviso, which then left us facing the proto-existential question: how to start?  Okay, so I am writing for Rebecca and Hana, but what am I writing? What kind of characters do I build for them? What kind of story? Would the play require additional actors? Would I write specifically for them as well, or write now and cast later?  I decided to pull a trick out of my NewsWrights bag.  I set up casual interviews with each actress. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for.  Maybe it was just an excuse to indulge my nosiness without seeming too creepy.  I drafted up a list of questions which, digital packrat that I am, I still have.

    Questions for Hana and Rebecca

    What kind of roles do you get type cast in?

    What kind of role have you always wanted to play but never got a chance to?

    Do you have a sister(s)?  {Clearly I was already thinking in that vein.}

    Tell me about your relationship to her.

    If you could change one thing about your sister what would it be?

    What are your weaknesses as a performer?  Strengths?

    What are my weaknesses as a playwright?  Strengths?

    If there’s one thing you could change about Western / American Culture what would it be?

    I had a lot of fun indulging my nosiness under the guise of art.  I found out way more about Hana and Rebecca than I ever could have through casual conversation.  Crucially, I discovered that the three of us all had a close relationship with someone who suffered from the very real disease of hoarding. I seized on this as the foundation for the play, literally the ground on which my characters would play. I also confirmed through these conversations that my instinct to make the characters sisters was dead on; but it also raised a problem:  Rebecca and Hana look nothing alike, not even close.  No one would buy them as biological sisters.  “Fine. They’re adopted,” I decided.

    Next I concluded there was no up-side in expanding the character sheet.  I would focus on the two sisters, tracking them back and forth through time.  If they needed to interact with other characters, the audience would have to play them.  I was already experimenting with this technique in another, weirder play I am devloping, Philosophical Zombie Killers.  This piece for  Custom Made Play Project would give me the opportunity to test it in a more realistic framework. 

    Armed with my interview notes and my burgeoning ideas, I started to build a proto-draft, one plot point and/or dialogue scrap at a time. What I didn’t know, I left blank.  From the outset, I was determined to see these two singing.  My own sisters sang all the time in my house, as did my mother, who sang opera as a young woman, and still sings in two church choirs.  My wife also sings opera and jazz.  So somehow, on stage or off, family for me is inextricably mixed up with music: specifically female voices.

    Point by point, emerging limitations made the play grow.  This is not surprising.  Problems are a playwright’s best friend. Conflict is our soup; obstacles, the chewy nuggets we chop into it.  The unique qualities of my two performers sharpened my focus and maximized my momentum.  For the first time in a long time, there was something— or rather someone or some ones— tugging from the other side.

    Hana claims I had a first draft within two weeks of the second interview, but my rather anal-retentive record keeping shows it was more like five.  Still, that’s a damned fast turn-around for me.  The play has come a long way since this first stab, but the basic shape of the plot and the relationships has survived and expanded.

    The most remarkable aspect of the process, which I feel cannot be emphasized enough, is that Ballard House Duet simply would not exist if we three specific people had not existed and offered it some part of ourselves. Without Hana and Rebecca to build them for, Holly and Heidi simply would have never occurred to me. Not only would the story have gone untold, it would have gone unconceived.  For me that fact is fundamentally astounding and magical.

    I have no idea yet if the play succeeds or fails.  We will need an audience for that final analysis. (That’s where you come in.  Go get your tix!) What I do know is that the experiment itself was completely, utterly worth it. I encourage every playwright to give this sort of personal tailoring a try. 

    Despite how exciting this Custom Made Play Project has been, it only seems like we are doing something new and innovative. The truth is most of the plays we praise in the canon were created bespoke for specific actors. Following this old process is not immediately easy or intuitive, but in the die-press production line, hub-and-spoke distribution network that is 21st Century American Theatre, Seattle is perfectly poised in its Goldilocks perfection— not to big, not to small— to revive a method that can maximize the vitality of locally grown new works for stages across the nation.

  • Ballard House Duet: Just the Facts

    Ballard House Duet: Just the Facts

    Blogging is hard. You have to keep posts short to hold people’s attention, but then a project comes along like Ballard House Duet and all I want to do is tell everyone every little thing about it. I want to describe why it’s been so important to me creatively: how it’s been so fun, but also stretched me; why I think every playwright should try custom writing for individual actors; why I think the play tells a locally grown story Seattleites can uniquely identify with; and on and on.

    I am, however, going to show some restraint, by limiting myself in this post to delivering the simple facts.  Ballard House Duet grew out of local actor Rebecca Olson’s idea to commission plays crafted especially for individual actors in Seattle. Says Olson:

    The process begins with a blank page; the actors themselves are the basis for the play, and the actors stay attached to the script from conception through performance. The project includes development, workshops and full production of the finished scripts. This model allows the playwrights to draw on the individual and collective experiences of the artists they are working with. The resulting plays are more satisfying to produce and more resonant with local audiences.

    Olson offered me the honor of being the premiere guinea pig playwright. Hana Lass is Rebecca’s castmate, and Erin Kraft leads the project as director and unofficial dramaturg (though Hana and Rebecca certainly had a hand in that as well. More on that later.)

    We kick this premiere off on December 7 (‘cuz nothing bad has ever happened on that date, right?) and run for two short weeks in a small house, so you’re gonna wanna get your tix quick, by clicking here.

    Here’s a synopsis . . .

    Heidi doesn’t say the word “adopted”.  Holly’s her full sister, even if she is half-Asian and Heidi’s all American.  Somehow Holly inherited Aunt Nana’s religion gene, while Heidi got Mom’s need to be the center of attention.  Now in their 30’s the two sisters have agreed to clear out their hopelessly hoarding great aunt’s house, but when Heidi shows up a week late, hoping to film the process for a reality show, the past and future explode, scattering the shrapnel of strong, deeply hidden betrayals and even stronger, more deeply hidden loyalties.  As they wade through a lifetime of accumulated possessions – and personal grudges – Holly and Heidi must decide: What has value and what are they better off just throwing away?

    And here are the production details . . .

    WHAT:  Ballard House DuetA Custom Made Play Project & World Premiere

    WHO:  Written by Paul Mullin  for actresses Hana Lass and Rebecca Olson; directed by Erin Kraft.

    WHEN:  December 7-17th, 2012, Thursdays through Mondays at 7:30pm; Sneak Peak Thursday Preview, December 6th @ 7:30pm

    WHERE:  608 19th Avenue East, at The Little Theatre in Capitol Hill

    TICKET INFORMATION:  Tickets are $15-$25 and are available at the door or in advance at www.washingtonensemble.org.