Just Wrought

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

  • “World Class” = Fighting Words

    “World Class” = Fighting Words

    The third in a series of essays entitled:
    Towards a World Class Theatre

    When I started mouthing off in a more public and formalized way about the state of theatre in Seattle, I expected some blow back.  This is the Northwest after all.  The very same person who in real life might cross the street in order to avoid saying hello is happy to anonymously savage you in your blog’s comment section.*  What I did not anticipate was that the most controversial thing I could propose would be that theatre professionals should work together over the next five years towards making Seattle theatre world class.  This, apparently, was apostasy that certain Seattleites simply could not abide.  The objections sorted out into three essential themes:

    “What are you talking about?  We’re already world class dammit!”

    Why do people not think it’s a “world class” theatre community now?  If you talk to someone who moves here from… the midwest or the south, they are enthusiastic about the Seattle theater scene.
    Heidi Heimarck, responding to the 2009 Rain City Projects Survey

    We all may look back ten years from now and recognize that Seattle is today a thriving community.  There are issues, yes, but there’s some great stuff going on if you look at it right.
    Jerry Manning, RCP Survey

    Seattle is just about a world class theater community, it just is not aware of it, and seems to refuse acknowledging it.
    Jose Amador, RCP Survey

    “Five years?!?  Are you crazy!?!”

    5 years is a short span of time, given the effect the economy is going to have on the arts over that period.
    Anonymous, RCP Survey

    I think Seattle has lots of potential, but I’m not sure it could get there in five years. But lots and lots of potential.
    Rachel Hynes, RCP Survey

    I have packets of Kool-Aid if you’d like some.
    Andy Jensen, RCP Survey

    “Define your terms or prepare to die!”

    I’m not sure what it would mean to be a “world class” theatre community.
    Mike Daisey,  RCP Survey

    Define “world class.” If world class means NY or London, why would we go out of our way to suck that hard? “World class” doesn’t mean anything, it’s not a tangible objective. It’s a marketing term, a feeling, some kind of psychological compensation. A goal is a $10MM theatre industry by 2020. A goal is 20 Seattle-based playwrights making $100K annually by 2020. A goal is every Seattle theatre at 90% capacity by 2020. Whatever the goal, it has to be tangible – something that can be measured in precise terms.

    Louis Broome, RCP Survey

    Does it mean Seattle theatre is regularly discussed in world newspapers? …Other countries regularly import Seattle productions to run in their local theatres? Plays written by Seattle natives are produced in other countries?  Seattle theatre gets lots of mentions in The Drama Review? …  What goals do you propose that when met signify arrival? How is Seattle tracking today against those goals?
    Jeffery Reid, commenting on my kick-off essay “Towards a World Class Theatre

    I hate the need to be world classy unless someone can define it for me.
    Matthew Smucker, 2009 RCP Survey

    To have a world class theatre town, you must first define what that means.  You define the goal.  I believe that we discussed the importance of having a goal and you coyly responded several times that that was not necessary.

    Margaret Mullin, my sister, in an email I asked permission to quote.

    My sister is right.  I did respond that it was not necessary to define my terms, but there is nothing coy about it.  We not only do not need to lock down what “world class” means, it would be unwise for any single one of us to try to do so.  Louis Broome hit it on the nose:  “‘World class’ doesn’t mean anything …. It’s a marketing term, a feeling…”  Such was always my intention.  All the extremely smart Seattleites, Louis and my sister included, who demand something perfectly specific and quantifiable are, to my mind, like a group of outraged soda lovers storming Coca-Cola headquarters demanding: “What do you mean, ‘Coke is it?’  What the hell does ‘it’ mean?  You say you’d ‘like to buy the world a coke’?  You can’t be serious?  Do you know how much that would cost?”

    Having worked at the lowest levels in corporate America for nearly two decades to support myself and my family, I am exhaustively acquainted with the standard management mantras: 

    You cannot change what you do not measure.

    If you’re not measuring, it doesn’t count.

    But as someone who has heard these litanies chanted, at putatively great Seattle companies where I have worked from MidCom to WaMu— companies that dominated their industries and then ultimately failed— I know how deeply data-bedazzled senior management can fixate on charts and dashboards that actual workers have no realistic way of affecting for good or ill.  Such high-minded, good intentioned strategizing has become the roadmap for enfeebling an entire nation.  As my good friend and great editor, Charlie Loyd points out: “WaMu failed precisely because it had goals so clear and measurable that they took over from sanity.”

    So what I am proposing is a little different.  I am asking all of my colleagues to decide for themselves what would make Seattle a world class theatre town, and then work on those goals on which they believe they can individually move the needle.  We can employ the “wisdom of crowds” to get this done.  Surely a gifted scenic designer like Matthew Smucker has different ideas about how to elevate the game to “world class” than a gifted managing director like John Bradshaw, and both of them would differ from a poor playwright’s approach.  With us all working diligently, though, in our separate tracks, overlapping when possible and appropriate, we could certainly reach our collaborative goal of world class theatre; and once there, not need to debate the point, because, like Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart espousing his timeless definition of pornography, we will “know it when [we] see it.”

    We are theatre professionals— I usually prefer “show people”, but for the sake of this argument, make no mistake, we are professionals, whether or not we pay dues to an out-of-touch union.  We ply the art of theatre—the art of “say-so”.  I say it, and thus it is so. 

    I am the King of England come to Agincourt.

    This wooden O holds the vasty fields of France.

    Seattle will be a world class theatre town in five years.

    I understand not everyone is sympathetic to this particular brand of rhetoric-as-reality.  Louis Broome again: “As mission statements go, ‘Seattle as a world class theatre town,’ stirs me not at all. ‘Seattle is the epicenter of a theatre revolution,’ is a good start.”  But I have misgivings about bandying a word as inescapably violent as “revolution.”  It implies a zero-sum game— some winning while others lose.  The game I suggest, if played well and with underlying generosity, need not have any losers at all.  Revolutions come and go and tend to be suggested by folks who do little if any of the actual fighting.  This city craves something more sustainable.  (And if Chairman Mao taught the world anything, it is that nothing is more hateful than a sustained revolution.)

    Then there are those who see the effort as beneath us, like my colleague, former Seattle Weekly drama critic John Longenbaugh, responding to my essay “1448 Afterwords and Forwards”: “I really wonder if the whole question is frankly provincial. I really don’t think that London, Chicago or New York artists, critics or audiences worry if they’re still doing ‘world class theatre.’ So why should we?”

    Ah.  I think I see.  Nothing is more provincial than aspiring to be more than provincial.  What wonderful latte logic: frothy, appealingly bitter, and artfully laced with a barely noticeable hint of syrupy self-loathing masked as indifference.  But the strong and black cup-o’-joe fact is that you can safely bet your sweet ass Chicago cares.  A lot.  As do New York and London.  As a former reviewer, John might take particular notice of the title The Chicago Tribune’s drama critic Chris Jones came up with for his blog, Theater Loop: News from America’s Hottest Theater City.  How is that for self-aggrandizement?  And from a critic no less!  Boosterism like this is a flogging offence among Seattle’s professional theatre goers, as S.P. Miskowski, who recently moved to Los Angeles, points out in her response to Longenbaugh’s comments.

    The work I’ve seen in Seattle is, as John said, on a par with New York and London. What is not world class is the way theater is perceived in Seattle. When people decide where the limited amount of money will go, they fail to consider that theater is making the city more livable, more exciting, and more interesting. They fail to give theater its due. So do (some of)  the critics. My view is that theater artists accept lousy critiques from unqualified reviewers on a regular basis out of fear that if they don’t make nice they will be squashed. …And there’s the smug assumption that positive reviews are what we want when we say we want better reviewing. It isn’t. We want people who can read and write and evaluate. We want people who stay for the entire show. We want people who write about the show and not themselves. Most of all, I hereby call for a change in attitude among editors and critics–to take theater seriously as an art form. I dare you to take it seriously…. Take as a given that Seattle IS a world class theater city, and keep that in mind when you plant your butt in a free seat and start taking notes?

    Where I differ with S.P. is that I think critics own less responsibility for the “it-ain’t-cool-to-think-you’re-cool” campaign than many artists and artistic directors themselves.
    60; Then again, I have innate issues with ceding any undue influence to a questionable and ever shrinking handful of opinion mongers.  Certainly no one can deny that this self-defeating predisposition against self-promotion runs deep and wide through Pacific Northwest culture.  Its origins are beyond my East Coast ken or caring to explicate, but suffice it to say, in the theatre at least, we can and will change it.

    Chicago, New York and London never miss a chance to promote their respective scenes.  They not only “worry” about it.  They spend money on it.  Lots and lots of money to make sure their theatre districts keep drawing tourists and locals alike, to the playhouses themselves and to all the businesses that depend on them: the restaurants, bars, souvenir shops, and so on and on.  We want, in a few short years, to be able to go to our mayor, now newly elected, and say, “Seattle is now a world class theatre city.  We said it would be so.  We worked at it and made it so.  Everybody who lives here and everybody in the greater American theater community knows it.  Now kindly spend some of that money and prestige we have earned this city back on us.”

    As I inveigh against self-defeating specificity, let me be specific about one thing.  I am not asking that we benchmark ourselves against New York or London or Chicago.  Playing a toy replica-scale, inferiority complex-driven version of their game gets us nowhere.  Our smallness and uniqueness and, yes, even our geographic remoteness can work just as strongly for us as against.  You can get your arms around the Seattle theatre scene.  You can, if you work hard enough and long enough, confidently claim to know all, or almost all, of the players.  A small, nimble, semi-quarantined community such as ours can make its own unique claims on world class.  We can, if we want, be doing work that no one anywhere else could possibly do.

    We are show people.  We can claim to be anything we want to be.  The more outrageous and untenable, the better, so long as we ultimately back it up through sheer creative brilliance.  We are not obliged to subscribe to any preordained corporatized benchmark.  The audience is our only arbiter.  So long as we give them what they want, or better– what they did not even realize they wanted until we made them want it in the first place– we are doing our jobs superbly.  We should stake our claim, without irony or arrogance, to becoming a world class theatre community, and when, and only when, we convince our audiences, then world class is what we will be.  Because we say so.

    ****

    *I no longer allow anonymous comments on my blog.  As I wrote when the first one was posted: 

    I know it’s considered the custom of the internet country to post anonymously, but there is no tradition of it in the theatre. In the world of live performance, one says one’s words in public and stands by them with their body. So as a rule I won’t be accepting any more anonymous posts. Stand and deliver, people!

    Many of the quotes I have included in this essay came from the 2009 Rain City Projects Survey, which, as a member of the RCP Board, I helped to design and distribute, and then analyze the returning data.  The results were made public in August of 2009 and a more detailed report is available at RCP’s Facebook page:  http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/notes/rain-city-projects/the-rain-city-projects-survey-results-are-in/123960970745

    Because I am an unrepentant data geek, and because this essay does not have any other pictures let me share one of the results graphs here.  You can draw your own conclusions, but clearly a majority of the Northwest theatre community currently believes Seattle is a good but not great theatre town.  Its rating as a new play community is significantly less high.  I think these are connected.  Once we get better at developing and disseminating strong locally grown plays, our stock as a theatre town will rise to “world class.”  That is a data gauge needle that I can get behind trying push.

  • Congratulations to Ensemble Studio Theatre for Being Ranked #1 in New York

    I am delighted to pass on the news that Ensemble Studio Theatre has been ranked the #1 theatre in New York for developing new plays by emerging playwrights, according to a recent survey of hundreds of playwrights from across the country, published in the new treatise taking the theatre world by storm,  Outrageous Fortune: The Life and Times of the New American Play by New Dramatists Artistic Director Todd London.

    I am a proud member of EST: proud that they produced Louis Slotin Sonata back in 2001, and proud to have known and worked with Curt Dempster.

    The fancy pants houses in Manhattan can flog their Broadway and Regional Big House credits, but the playwrights in this country know where the new work really gets done in NYC.

    For more about Outrageous Fortune, visit www.tdf.org. This is the book I have been telling you about.  The authors will making a talking tour stop in Seattle on March 1 at the Center House Theatre sponsored by TPS.  All of  Seattle’s theatre professionals need to come and stand with Northwest playwrights in support of locally grown new work.  Or, conversely, come tell us why you think that’s a bad idea.  So stay tuned.  More details soon.

  • THE SEQUENCE now Half-Price

    THE SEQUENCE now Half-Price

    Just slashed the price of the Kindle version of my play The Sequence. To order the digi-script, hit my page for the play here and then click through the Amazon badge pictured just to the right of the synopsis.

    The Sequence dramatizes the real-life race to decode the genetic instructions for building a human being.  The play world-premiered in 2008 produced by The Theatre @ Boston Court in Pasadena, California. 

    Here’s a little teaser:

    Renegade researcher Craig Venter develops a controversial “shotgun” technique for sequencing DNA, then quits the NIH over an institutional lack of imagination. He quickly makes a fortune in the private sector, and becomes simultaneously the most loved and hated scientist in the world.

    A folksy doctor named Francis Collins inherits the U.S. government’s Human Genome Project. When his victory in the sequencing race is threatened by Venter, he quickly makes the transition from apparent bumpkin to fierce competitor.

    Journalist Kellie Silverstein cuts her teeth on the biggest science story of all time, while simultaneously running a race with her own mortality.

    In the competition to sequence the human genome, will the grand prize be the public good or private profit? And how will three people, amid the frenzied race to determine what makes a human being, discover their humanity?

     Kerri Krause, Hugo Armstrong and William Salyers as Kellie, Venter and Collins

    So if you dig electronic versions of play scripts (and really, who doesn’t?) then order a copy of The Sequence now, because supplies of these electron configurations are going fast!  (186,000 miles per second, to be exact.)

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    Note: other scripts of mine currently available on Kindle include:  Louis Slotin Sonata, Tuesday, The Ten Thousand Things and The Don Juan Cult Concerto.

  • Seattle Gay News comes late but strong to the 14/48 love-fest.

    Question is, are there even any tickets left to buy?

  • The Blog You Need to Follow, the History You Need to Know, the Book You Need to Read and Rally ‘Round (or Against)

    Folks, I am so excited right now that I am leaping heart first into this blogging without thinking thing.  If you have agreed with what I have been saying so far, or conversely, if you have been vehemently disdaining it, you need to go to http://theatreideas.blogspot.com/ to see what I am trying to say said by someone who actually knows how to say it, better, more thoughtfully, more informedly, and more consistently than I can offer it here, life-addled playwright that I am.  What Scott Walters is saying is so clear and bold and brilliant that I basically insist that you stop reading this right now and go check out this:  http://theatreideas.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-new-readers.html

    Yup, that’s right.  In August of 2007 he called for, what I so boldly and presciently just called for in December of 2009.  (Hey, I’m a playwright.  I’m used to being irrelevant and my betters preceding me.)

    Just recently Scott posted this: a very cogent history of what went wrong with the regional theatre movement in America.  (BTW: thanks a lot, Tyrone Guthrie.  Do we need to fight another war to get you British to finally fuck off?) 

    Naturally I subscribed to the guy’s blog, and just yesterday he comes out with this:  http://theatreideas.blogspot.com/2010/01/outrageous-fortune-chapter-1-build.html

    It is the first in his chapter by chapter analysis of Outrageous Fortune: The Life and Times of the New American Play, the hot new treatise which examines the “collaboration in crisis” between playwright and those who produce their work by Todd London, Ben Pesner and Zannie Giraud Vos.   The book is available on line at www.tdf.org/outrageousfortune.  (Though trust me: there is already a promo copy sitting unopened on your favorite theatre critic’s desk.) 

    This is it, folks.  You mark my words.  This book is going to spark the revolution Louis Broome has been so ardently calling for from his comfy day job office in Redmond.  I have not read it.  I have no idea if it is ultimately any good.  But that hardly matters because it is going to spark the deep struggle that will turn this whole art form upside down in the space of four years.  The powers-that-be already have their forces out, desperately, snarkily trying to put out the fire.  The first missile of dismissal comes from Chris Jones.

    “’Outrageous Fortune’: Playwright book full of whine and din”

    I’d respond, but my guy, Walters, does it so much better:

    Chris Jones may characterize this as whining, but that is a term that is always used as a weapon to shut up anyone who questions the status quo. The consistency of the complaints is indicative of a real problem….  The larger picture — this study uses 250 surveys received from “working professional playwrights at all stages of their careers, including Albee, Congdon, Dietz, Letts and many others whose names you would recognize …  , as well as surveys of almost a hundred theatres across the country — reveals an entire system in disarray, not simply individuals in dismay.

    Walters also knows what it will take to set this all aright:

    As a theatre historian, it is baffling to me how willing artists are in this country to dismiss what has been proven effective throughout most of theatre history. Yes, Shakespeare AND the rest of the Elizabethans created work within ongoing ensembles, yes Moliere AND the rest of the theatre artists of the French Neoclassical era, AND the commedia dell ‘arte troupes, AND Chekhov and Odets and O’Neill and and and. And lest someone wants to make the case that this is a thing of the past, we might look to the Royal Court as a model, or to Ariane Mnouchkine and Peter Brook and Peter Stein and and and. What is it about the American theatre that is so committed to the idea of a “free agent nation,” failing to recognize the artistic value of an ongoing relationship between artists?

    “May you live in interesting times,” goes the Chinese blessing/curse.  These are them, friends.  This is the crisis coming to the head that we have been earnestly ardently waiting for. This book will be pivotal, whether you believe it or not, whether you like it or not.  This is what the forces of change will rally around.  For those who were hoping that they could put it off for a few years, it is too late.  The New York Times is writing about this now.  The problem is receiving wide and deep attention now.  Join the fray or stay away, but this chance will not come again within this decade, if ever.

    So order the book.  Show up at the discussion of it hosted by TPS at the Center House March 1 from 10am – 1pm.  (Stay tuned for details on that.)  Think about how you can make this theatre town world class now that everything’s a’changing, because, trust me brothers and sisters, you will not recognize the place nor the art form in four short years.

  • 1448 Afterwords and Forwards

    1448 Afterwords and Forwards

    On more than one occasion I have had an artistic staffer at one of the Big Houses say some variation of the following to me:  “We will do more new local plays when local playwrights write better scripts.”  For my own part, I have always found that argument, just on its face, so petty and mean-spirited, that I never really bothered to respond to it, even though I understand how it tacitly pervades the Seattle theatre ethos and sets up an invisible blockade to our progress towards being a world class theatre city.  But for those who require a more substantial rebuttal to this flimsy canard, I offer you, simply, 14/48.

    From The SunBreak:

    If you’ve never been, you should go. If you have been, you should consider going again. 14/48 is a brilliant exercise in the essentials of theatre–seven world premiere plays written, produced, opened, and closed in 24 hours. And then repeat. If it sounds like another tedious exercise in theatresports, it’s not….  Last night was great for demonstrating that in only 24 hours, theatre artists can tackle tough issues in a meaningful way. There have been funnier line-ups for sure, but the evening spoke to the quintessential power of theatre that’s so often lost in a mix of artful obfuscation and middle-brow pandering.

    http://thesunbreak.com/2010/01/09/a-few-notes-on-last-nights-14-48

    From The Stranger’s Slog

    And, God fucking damn, did I ever enjoy 14/48. The theme last night was “collateral damage,” and we got to see a real variety of stuff: collaterally damaged alien heads, a collaterally damaged baby, and… well, some other pieces that incorporated the theme less successfully….  This was my favorite Stranger Suggests so far. It was fun and me and Law both left ACT with dopey smiles on our faces.

    http://slog.thestranger.com/slog/archives/2010/01/09/yesterday-the-stranger-suggested-1448-at-act

    My own personal opinion?  This past weekend was the best I have ever participated in.  I thought the first night was great, but we out-did it the next, with nary a dud in the line up, and casting karma to die for.  Sure, that kind of across the board success is rare for 14/48.  You almost always get a few clunkers.  (Lord knows, I’ve written them.)  But curiously, 14/48 is, in fact, getting better, year over year.  The reason is simple: the veteran talent is evolving.  Some of them have adapted so well to the process that it’s a little unnerving to witness, kind of like being there when the first frog decides to flick its tongue at a fly.  (Troy Fischnaller and Scot Augustson are gaming the process so well at this point that they really should be handicapped in some way.  I’m thinking some sort of body cast for Troy and mandatory heroin for Scot.)

    By nature, I am a product-over-process sort of artist.  I fervently believe that undo preciousness about how we do what we do points the way towards madness, museums, and MFAs.  But that said, one of the most important things 14/48 accomplishes is never experienced directly by the audience.  The plays go away after that day, but there remains a shadow canon of stories surrounding how those plays got made: Tim Hyland cheerfully recalling how he managed to turn a piece by Carl Sander—a three stanza poem, with no stage directions or character assignments—into standout comic tour de force one night last summer; Tim Gouran comparing the vast number of shows in which he was required to appear nude against the vanishingly small number in which he was not.  (Luck of the draw, Tim.)  It all becomes part of the primordial soup, the necessary substrate, the stories that binds us together as a community of artists.  The Big Houses do little to consciously nurture this substrate.  More’s the pity.

    So. . . Friday night came.  There were seven great shows.  They went up, then they were gone.  Saturday night came.  And it all went up and went again.  Gone.  If you weren’t there, you will never see those plays in that way again.

    The audience’s apprehension of this transitory magic was palpable on the first night.  On the second it was redolent.  They connected and responded to the material.  Deeply.  They didn’t just laugh and clap; they “ooohed” and “aaahhed” and “hooted”, they muttered “bullshit” and “oh yeah”.  They “booed”—bless them— one time fiercely and for a formidable duration after someone on stage wondered if their kid might become a Yankees fan.  (Great play, Joy!)

    Jacob Sydney in Joy McCullough-Carranza's Saturday night play, "Expecting Bobby (or Nichole)" (Photo by John Ulman)

    In a way that almost never happens in that particular space at ACT, or in any of the Big House venues, the audience began to take ownership of what they were witnessing.  They began to understand the fundamental truth that they were the only ones that would ever see this particular show.  So the connection to the material also connected them to each other and to the moment.  This point cannot be underscored enough: it is this ephemerality itself and the community it engenders that we are selling as purveyors of theatre, not as by-products of this or that story, but as the main product itself.  If we do not deliver this, we have failed as theatre artists.  Plain and simple. 

    14/48 feels like a game.  And mind you, it is one: a glorious game, steeped in risk which the audience revels in.  For the time being, the Big Houses refuse to look at what they do as a game.  They seek to minimize and mitigate all risk, forgetting, or never having learned, that it is the risk itself we are selling.  They want to run a carnival with no rides, a candy shop with no sugar, a look-but-don’t-touch brothel, where sets get applauded and actors are interchangeable.  It’s enough to make you want to go watch a movie.

    What new back stories am I looking to play out next weekend?  Well, there’s Darian Lindle, drafted into directing even though she’s due to give birth to twins in May.    And there’s David Schmader, veteran Stranger columnist, but virgin 14/48 playwright.  Uncle Dan Savage can’t help you now, Schmadie.  So buck up, strap in, and get me a damned beer, noob!

  • The SunBreak – 14/48 beyond “artful obfuscation & middle-brow pandering” of Big Houses. http://thesunbreak.com/2010/01/09/a-few-notes-on-last-nights-14-48

  • Once again, Declan makes it into the 14/48 blog.

  • 14/48 updates from the sausage factory.

  • Secondstory Rep Survives

    Great news for Secondstory Rep and great news for the Greater Seattle Theatre community.

    http://tpsonline.org/newsletter/2010/01/secondstory-rep-raises-80k-will-remain-open/

    And a post-facto indictment of the board who shuttered the Empty Space over a smaller deficit in much better financial times.