Just Wrought

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

  • Tired of Being the Other

    Tired of Being the Other

    Well over a month ago my good friend Bob Williams posted something on Face Book that set me back on my heels and caused me to realize that back when I was doing theatre, and most specifically, when I was sitting at the casting table, I often did not pay close enough attention to the biases of the people making the decisions, myself especially.

    Bob has been a dear friend and treasured collaborator since we first started hanging out and doing improv together at the University of Maryland back in the mid-1980’s. He’s been a cast member of some of my favorite productions of my plays, including Annex Theatre’s An American Book of the Dead – The Game Show and “White Boy can Take a Punch” in Brown Box Theatre’s Hoodie’s Up. Bob’s a terrific actor and a deeply generous person and not exactly known for living on a soap box (unlike some of us – *cough*). So I feel strongly that his words deserve special attention and bear repeating. To that end, I asked Bob if I could republish his Face Book post here at Just Wrought, and he kindly acceded. Part of me is sorry it took me so long to get this up on my blog, the other part isn’t sorry at all, since it’s good sometimes to reemphasize a call to action that may have been otherwise quickly forgotten.

    From Face Book, posted, August 19 at 11:37pm

    My main Point last night at the forum on artistic freedom and artistic responsibility at the Seattle Rep was that, 50 years after the civil rights act removed the signs that told us that Black people were Colored and White people were not, no color at all,(What if the signs said “Black” and “Bleached”?) we still have a culture that normalizes White as neutral, or of no particular ethnicity. And that informs how we cast roles in the arts community and how we see ourselves as a people.

    If a White actor is seen as ethnically neutral, they can play anybody. And non Whites are only seen as their ethnicity. A White guy can play everyman and I can only play Black man, and if a writer does not specify an ethnicity for a character, the default setting is to see that character as White, straight, able bodied, Christian. Should the actor with an eye patch only show up for pirate roles?

    Two guys walk into a bar…

    What color are they? Did one of them use the ramp to enter?

    Our default cultural setting says “White unless specified as other.”

    After all I didn’t say two Asian guys walked into a bar.

    So many people in the Bagley Wright Theater last night are tired of being the other. And we are getting tired of explaining how it is still employed, or having to explain that it still exists.

    This is how you get Jake Gyllenhal as the Prince of Persia and the Last Samurai starring Tom Cruise.

    Or the film honoring Navajo code talkers “Windtalkers” starring Nick Cage.

    Or the film about Indian ballplayers coming to America “Million Dollar Arm” featuring mostly Jon Hamm.

    Or Cotton Club starring Richard Gere.

    Or Mississippi Burning with very few Black characters.

    Or Ghosts of Mississippi with barely a line spoken by a Black actor.

    Or Matthew Broderick as the main character in “Glory”

    Or Matthew Broderick as Simba, King of the plains of Africa, and Jeremy Irons as his uncle.

    It’s this rich history that in no small part brought us to The Mikado controversy, and brought all of us to the forum last night.

    White people can be anything (even Japanese), our shared culture tells us that.

    Edgar Rice Burroughs gave us a template:

    Abandon a White baby in the jungles of Africa. Now come back 20 years later and where’s that baby? Anywhere he pleases. He’s Tarzan, King of the whole damn place.

    And the IMDB page for this second animated feature Disney chose to set in Africa,(Disney’s Tarzan) Has a sea of White headshots on the cast listing. (Seriously, go look.)

    If you are producing this “2 Guys in a Bar” play are you open to guys of different ethnicities? Do either of them have to be a guy? Can two PEOPLE walk into a bar? Do they both have to walk?

    Mostly I wanted to show the room these two photos, taken Saturday at the lower Queen Anne Bartell’s drugstore, a couple hundred yards from where we had gathered. Aisle 12: Ethnic care.

    And the products on Aisle 12 in the other shot. How many ethnicities are represented in the ethnic care aisle? Where should I look for soap, Ethnic cleansing? (Seriously, go look. Take your time, it will still be there. Aisle 12.)

    White/Colored, Ethnic/ non ethnic, how far have we really come?

    Thanks Kathy Hsieh for calling on me and facilitating a discussion. Thanks Annie Lareau for showing us how it can be done right. Thanks Andy Jensen for reminding us all that not every family looks the same and thanks Pamala Mijatov for making Annex one of the places where these issues don’t flare up, and for reminding us what a local treasure Courtney Meaker is.

    I’m getting older, and I’m getting tired of walking some of my White brothers and sisters through the baby steps of “Your people aren’t the only people that are people.”

  • “Johnny Got his Gun”: Chapter 8 of THE STARTING GATE at St. Andrews

    “Johnny Got his Gun”: Chapter 8 of THE STARTING GATE at St. Andrews

    Next Monday I’ll be reading the eighth chapter of my book The Starting Gate at St. Andrews Bar And Grill in Green Lake. This chapter is titled “Johnny Got his Gun”, and tells the story of what happened when some hillbilly hold-up artists tried to rob the pharmacy across the street from the bar I worked in as a teenager.

    Over the years, my views of the role of the gun in civilized society have evolved to a position practically diametric in opposition to the one inculcated in me as kid; but nothing in life is truly clear and simple, and if you think the myth of “The Good Guy with A Gun” is nothing but that, a harmful myth, then you might want come consider this story.

    Here’s a quickie excerpt:

    “See what happened was there was a guy at the door that was holding the girl and this other fellah with the screwdriver on the little girl’s throat.”

    “Who does that?” my brother interjected at the table.

    “Right?” said John. “One guy’s got this cannon of a .357. The other’s got nothing but a screw driver.” All three of us shook our heads and grimaced at the occasional idiocy of rednecks. Then John continued, “So I said ‘Frosty, are you carrying.’ Or I might’ve said, ‘Are you packin’?’”

    “And he said, ‘Yeah.’”

    And here are the details:

    When: Monday, September 29 at 8pm

    Where: The St. Andrews Bar, 7406 Aurora Ave. North, Seattle, WA 98103

    Who: Me, and you, and probably a few others you know

    How: Quick, dirty and FREE! PLUS the readings rarely last longer than 25 minutes.

    Why: Why not?

  • J’adore la Nouvelle Affiche pour La Sonate Louis Slotin

    J’adore la Nouvelle Affiche pour La Sonate Louis Slotin

    Before retiring almost exactly a year ago, I worked on and off professionally in the theatre for well over a quarter of a century.  Most of that time was spent as a writer, but I also worked as an actor and producer. (I did not do much directing—maybe two or three shows, tops—as I find that particular job wracks my nerves in ways I don’t like having them wracked, and besides, there are so many folks better at it than I am.) With my experience under many hats, I can assure you, without fear of convincing contradiction, that no one gets more excited about a new poster than the playwright.

    Sure, it’s exciting as an actor to see the image that will sell your show, but other distractions and responsibilities tend to absorb you just at the time a poster usually rolls out. As a producer, you were likely so involved with a poster’s design and production that it’s impossible to think clearly about it anymore. You’re a bit like the chef who can’t enjoy the meal once it’s been brought to the table.

    But for a playwright, let me assure you that there is no joy as pure and powerful as seeing the new poster for the first time, especially when it’s as good as this one, designed by Sonia Caron for the upcoming World Premiere of Claude Germain’s French translation of my play Louis Slotin Sonata, produced by L’Escadron Creation at the Auditorium du Séminaire in Saint-Hyacinthe in Quebec.

    And added bonus: it’s in French.  Nothing says “I’m Classy” like hanging a big framed poster in French.  I can’t wait for my copy! (God, I hope I get a copy!)

  • Penultimate Markheim

    Penultimate Markheim

    This coming Monday, September 8 at 8 pm, Sandbox Radio Live will be staging the live recording of the second to last episode of my noir angel radio serial Markheim at ACT in thrilling downtown Seattle.  (You can listen to the next to next to last episode of Markheim here.) In addition to the cool angeological stylings of Markheim, we have some very hot numbers on the playlist.  I’m particularly looking forward to:Cliff Mass Dropping some Weather Wisdoms

    • An original story from Steven Scher, formerly of KUOW,
    • Cliff Mass dropping his weather wisdoms,
    • Special musical guests Modern Angels,
    • And not in the least leastly last, Scot Auguston taking a breather from his Cousin Katie serial to offer us another installation from his collection of forest animal detective stories.  This one’s called “Taxi to Hell.”

    The Holler.  It’s where the forest dumps its undesirables.  Creatures ruined by disappointment and drink.  Lives piled high with regrets and best intentions.  Somewhere in this thicket of crushed hope and destroyed dreams was a juvenile delinquent owl.  Lost, afraid, possibly dangerous. First stop was to look up an old deer friend of mine, Jane Doe.

    The Stranger calls Sandbox Radio Live “Crackling…electrifying…fresh, joyful and awesome.” So you gotta guess we’re at least one or two of those things.

    Get your tickets here:

    And now, a little teaser taste from the penultimate Markheim:

    MARKHEIM: Take the money and run, flip.

    FLIP: Where did you come from?

    MARKHEIM: Where in hell do you think?

    FLIP: Sheol.

    MARKHEIM: Whatever you wanna call it.

    FLIP: The garden was empty when I came in. I had to have seen you.

    MARKHEIM: I can’t tell you what to see. I can tell you that you have to run. Far. Right now they say they hate the carpenter, but that will change. And when it does, they’ll turn on you. Take that money and go. Far.

    FLIP: I have a knife, stranger.

    MARKHEIM: Good, you’ll need it.

  • “What Should I be Doing?”: Chapter 7 of THE STARTING GATE at St. Andrews

    “What Should I be Doing?”: Chapter 7 of THE STARTING GATE at St. Andrews

    Next Monday I’ll be reading the seventh chapter of my book The Starting Gate at St. Andrews Bar And Grill in Green Lake. This chapter is titled “What Should I be Doing?”, and you could say that the entire book is both an response to—as well as a reiteration of—this question. For any artist the answer can be either easy and glib:“My art, what else?”; or excruciating and profound: “I have no idea, but I am doing it anyway.”

    Life has meant a lot of changes for me in this past year or so. But I ain’t afraid.  (Or, well, not much.) It ain’t the change that kills ya. (Or, well, not until it does.)

    Here’s a quickie excerpt:

    What should I be doing?

    At the Starting Gate I always knew. Clear the rails. Drag and dump the trash cans. Clean the floors. Is it Wednesday? Then you better wax and buff them, too. Load beer. Stock the liquor shelves. Is it summer? Bag ice. Is it winter? Chop wood. But that was back when I was boy, learning to be a man. And the “what-should-I-be-doing?” question was a simple tactical one. Now is now, and now, like it or not—and I don’t like it at all—I am a middle-aged man, 13 years older than my father when he died and kicked off the perfect experiment, and my existential problem is no longer tactical, but stark strategy: trying to figure out what to do when there is nothing to do.

    What should I be doing?

    I got nothing

    And here are the details:

    When: Monday, August 18 at 8pm

    Where: The St. Andrews Bar, 7406 Aurora Ave. North, Seattle, WA 98103

    Who: Me, and you, and probably a few others you know

    How: Quick and dirty, the readings rarely last longer than 25 minutes.

    Why: Why not?

  • Why a Little Boredom is a Good Thing

    Why a Little Boredom is a Good Thing

    I have been thinking a lot about boredom lately, as I work on my book The Starting Gate. Recently I had a reading of an early draft of a chapter called “The Devil’s Workshop” in which I recount some of my childhood encounters with the dangers of being too bored for too long. My good friend and colleague, Pam Carter, mentioned afterwards that she had written an article about this subject with her fellow early childhood educator, Barbara Belknap, and suggested that I might find some of its points useful as I revised. Boy, did I ever.  I liked the article so much that I asked Pam and Ms. Belknap if I might publish it here at Just Wrought. Happily, they said yes. I hope you find it as enjoyable and insightful as I did.

    Why a little Boredom is a Good Thing
    By Pamela Hobart Carter and Barbara Belknap

    (more…)

  • We are at the precise crisis point of evolution: does understanding matter?

  • Live Blogging Swing Time: Scot Augustson and Cousin Katie

    Live Blogging Swing Time: Scot Augustson and Cousin Katie

    I have known and loved Scot Augustson’s work as a playwright since I first saw one of his plays (about sex, of course) in the Seattle Fringe Festival in the mid 90’s. I have known the person, Scot, since the late 90’s, and I have known him well since the early Zeroes. To know Scot Augustson well is to, of course, love him, blahblahblah…but it is also to know that he nurses a secret, delightfully nasty side, which he does not necessarily share with mere acquaintances. With acquaintances, he’s a lot like Katie, title character in his ongoing serial “Cousin Katie” (brilliantly voiced by the incomparable Annette Toutonghi).

    The plot of “Cousin Katie” contains all kinds of absurd turns, but it’s important to remember that the more absurd a particular plot point is, the more likely it is to have actually happened in Scot’s life.

    Teaser highlights from “Cousin Katie”:

    • A Cliff-Notes History of A-pod-ments in Seattle.
    • “No smoking, but we haven’t made rules about vaping yet. It’s a gray area.
    • A small-state/big-state between “Katie from Ketchikan”  and “Rhonda from Rhode Island”.
    • “Oh baby Jesus riding a pony in the circus parade!”
    • “We in the pods have our own brand of justice.”

    There are still a handful of seats left. Come on down and grab some.

  • Live Blogging Swing Time: The Riveting Rosies

    Live Blogging Swing Time: The Riveting Rosies

    Just watched The Riveting Rosies sound check.  WOW!  Come just for them and it’ll be well worth the price of admission.

  • Live Blogging SWING TIME: There but for the Grace of God Goes Jimmy Connors

    You have to come to Sandbox Radio Live’s “Swing Time” if only just to see the gloriously goofy way that the amazing SBRL sound fX crew creates the sound of a tennis match for Tina Rowley’s memoir essay “There but for the Grace of God Goes Jimmy Connors.”

    Git yer tix!