Just Wrought

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

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  • 14/48 Raises the Stakes Again, then Again

    14/48 Raises the Stakes Again, then Again

    I was going to write another essay about 14/48 running up to this summer’s festival.  I’m an old hand at essays about 14/48. In fact, I once wrote an essay about how an essay I wrote about how 14/48 is partly responsible for all these essays I wright here at Just Wrought.  Talk about recursion.

    I was going to write an essay about how 14/48 serves as a sort of “stealth” semi-annual Seattle theatre convention, encouraging theatre artists of different disciplines, different experiences and varying amounts of “dues paid”, to get to know each other when otherwise they might not. I was going to point out that such a convention has to be “stealth”, and it has to contain as its main component the compressed camaraderie that only producing a show together creates. If someone offered to host a “Seattle Theatre Convention” where we all just gathered to chat, flirt, and share war stories, I am certain nearly no one would come. The younger theatre artists all have better things to do, mostly centered around boozing, bullshitting and getting laid. And the older theatre artists all have better things to do, mostly centered around dealing with the consequences of our earlier boozing, bullshitting and getting laid. It’s not that we old-timers don’t like you, Young Seattle Theatre Artists— far from it.  You are, as the kids like to say, hella fine. But we are never gonna come to your pick-up kickball games or your Facebook arranged Karaoke nights starting after 9:30. Shit ain’t happening. The only thing I start after 9:30 at night is a bath. 14/48 forces us together, young and old, in the only way that matters: putting on a show. Just by participating I have come to know upwards of a hundred amazing artists that elsewise I might only know as names in a program.

    Okay. So that’s what I would have said about 14/48.  And it would’ve been enough.  But the 14/48 powers-that-be have sprung some surprises for this summer’s festival, yet again upping the ante of their game. The first week of the world’s quickest theatre festival will take the form of the oft threatened but heretofore never actually implemented “kamikaze” version.  Normally seven playwrights are selected to write 10 minute plays on a randomly selected theme. The plays, written between 10 pm the night of the selection and 8 am the next day, are then randomly assigned a director who randomly casts from a pre-selected pool of actors. Over the next 10 or so hours the plays are rehearsed. At 8pm, less than 24 hours from when they were conceived, the plays a performed before a rather demanding live audience.  At 10:30 pm they are performed again, before a whole new audience. And then all of it happens again the next day. If you’re thinking, “Wow, that sounds like an ass-kicker,”  you are thinking rightly.

    So what is Kamikaze? Nothing short of more randomness, more risk. 45 veterans have been invited to participate without knowing ahead of time which of the disciplines they will working in: acting, directing, writing, band or design. 14/48 co-founder Jodi-Paul Wooster explains the rationale behind adding the Kamikaze twist: “Over the years, we’ve had a number of talented artists say ‘thanks for inviting me to [blank] but I’ve always wanted to [other blank]’ To those brave folks I say: ‘Careful what you wish for.’”

    As if these Kamikaze rules weren’t wrinkle enough, a few weeks later 14/48 will twist the festival in a different direction, staging it outdoors for the first time at Seattle in the gardens on the eastern side of the Seattle Repertory Theatre. “We can never rest on our laurels,” says Jodi-Paul. “Our audience and artists expect not only new plays but new ways of creating these plays.”

    I must confess a bit of shameful glee at the terror with which many of my fellow invitees are facing the Kamikaze weekend. If you break down the numbers of any given 14/48, you’ll find that actors comprise by far the largest plurality of participants.This mirrors the world of normal theatre. On the other hand, of the 45 total participants only seven are playwrights, or 15.5%. This proportion exceeds that of modern American theatre by an abnormally high value. Normally writers are much smaller minority: maybe two percent, maybe less. For many Seattle actors, 14/48 is the only chance they ever have to collaborate with a living breathing playwright to produce a brand new work.  So the thought of having to wright a new work in 10 hours can be petrifying. One good friend, an actor, reached out to me for advice: “Yo, … can you give me 3 things to help me thru my fear. Maybe 3 tips to help me tell a good if not moderately acceptable story.” I’ll share my reply, lest my buddy acquire any unfair advantage from my advice, which seems damned unlikely.

    Hey!

    It’s all gonna turn out good, you know, and by my math you only have a 15% chance of being drawn as a writer. But still, I’m happy to offer a few tricks of the trade, to be taken with a grain of salt, because if you find something doesn’t work for you, toss it right away.

    1) Beginning, Middle, End. That’s the best trick. You have a situation. It’s static, in balance, but only just barely. Something’s wrong with it. It cannot sustain. That’s your beginning. Something happens to change that situation, throw it out of balance, either from inside or outside, either someone MAKES the change happen or it happens to them. Doesn’t matter. But change happens. That’s your middle. Things happen in the struggle for a new balance to be struck. …. It could be bad (MACBETH), good (MIDSUMMER) or indifferent (WAITING FOR GODOT), but the lights fall on a new order. This is your end. In 14/48 your best bet is to give 1-2 pages to the beginning. 3-5 pages to the middle, and probably not more than 1 page to the end. Your mileage may vary, but do remember, when you hit the end of typewritten page six, you are done.

    2) Start jotting down ideas, characters, snippets of dialogue that strike you. Keep a little notebook. If you find yourself stuck on the night of writing, open this up and draw from it, at random if you have to. Some may say this is cheating, but there’s an old saying in baseball, if you ain’t cheating a little bit, you ain’t trying hard enough.

    3) Trust. You’ll be working with 45 of Seattle’s very best theatre artists, all 14/48 veterans. We’re experts at making this shit fly. You don’t need to do it all by yourself as a writer. (The dirtiest secretest secret about playwrights is that we’re at our best when we are at our laziest.) Trust that some brilliant folks will come in and fill the gaps. And notice that I didn’t say you’d be working with 44 of Seattle’s best. I said 45 ‘cuz I’m counting you. Trust you. You’re fucking awesome.

    Hope that helps. Feel free to bug me some more if you get worried. It’s gonna kick ass though, so don’t worry too much.

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    My last 14/48 essay was called “Holy Fear” and in it I argued that  healthy fear is essential to making good theatre. 

    It is what keys us into the audience’s experience of the immediacy of the moment. If you’re not feeling it, then chances are the audience won’t be feeling much of anything.  And, alas, they’re used to that. If they want “perfection”, they stay home and watch the boob. Our fear as theatre artists fuels the whole machina ex deus that is theatre.

    Oddly, less than two weeks out, I am mostly fear-free. I suppose, like a childish Luke Skywalker, I don’t really know enough to be afraid. And now, having written that, chill bumps rise on my arm, and I hear Yoda saying, “You will be.”

    The confirmed Artist Roster for 14/48 Kamikaze is: Jose Amador; Ahren Buhmann; Susanna Burney; Dave Clapper; Trick Danneker; Nik Doner; John Farrage; Brandon Felker; Bret Fetzer; Mark Fullerton; Julia Griffin; Basil Harris; Alyssa Keene; Erin Kraft; Mik Kuhlman; JD Lloyd; Hana Lass; Teri Lazzara; David- Anthony Lewis; John Lutyens; Corey McDaniel; Ben McFadden; Pamala Mijatov; Pattie Miles Van Beauzekom; Scotto Moore; Paul Mullin; Peter Dylan O’Connor; Opal Peachey; Nik Perleros; Celene Ramadan; Shane Regan; Jaime Roberts; Carl Sander; Charles Smith; Roy Stanton; Allison Strickland; Erik Van Beauzekom; Jonah Van Spreecken; Doug Willott and Anthony Winkler.

    Tickets for 14/48 Kamikaze can purchased in advance at Brown Paper Tickets, by clicking here. I highly suggest you do.  They will sell out.

  • Bookmark THE SEATTLE STAR

    Bookmark THE SEATTLE STAR

    Here’s the link.  Just go bookmark it.  Then come back and I’ll tell you why, okay?… Okay, go! . . .

    . . . . There.  All bookmarked? 

    Good.

    Living up to the promise publisher Omar Willey made when he kicked it off at the beginning of this year, The Seattle Star has consistently provided cogent, in-depth criticism (no flip, self-regarding drive-bys here) of Seattle’s arts offerings, including but not limited to Cole Hornaday’s piece on Sandbox Radio IV: The Chase which details not only that most recent episode, but also how it fit into the on-going series.  Witness as well, José Amador’s latest critique of Annex Theatre’s Team of Heroes: Behind Closed Doors, offering a similarly thoughtful big-picture approach.

    What’s more, like icing on an already yummy and healthy cake, The Star also provides unprecedented access to a variety of Seattle’s unsung poets, including some of my all-time favorites like Pamela Hobart Carter and David Penn.  (Full disclosure: they also published one of mine once.  Hey, nobody’s perfect.)

    So now that you’ve bookmarked The Seattle Star, you might also considering liking them on Facebook and following them on Twitter.  You won’t be sorry.  Of that I’m sure.

  • Hoodies Up! – Theatre for the Right Here / Right Now

    Hoodies Up! – Theatre for the Right Here / Right Now

    Witness if you will the reactions of two anonymous members of the community when The Stranger’s Slog recently publicized the casting call for  Hoodies Up!: The Trayvon Martin Protest Plays:

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    I am skeptical there are any new insights on the Trayvon Martin affair left that theater can illuminate

    Posted by Zebes  on April 24, 2012 at 5:49 PM

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    It seems premature to go on about making theater about a tragic event that NOBODY in the theater group knows anything about (except for media reports – which are notoriously unreliable).

    Only two people know what happened that night, and one is dead. It seems like they should wait for the outcome of the trial to begin a production on the story… After all, they don’t have the story yet, nobody does.

    Posted by scratchmaster joe on April 24, 2012 at 5:54 PM

    I find these reactions fascinating and telling beyond their surface trollishness.  In fact, they exemplify attitudes shared by artistic administrators at big regional theatres here in Seattle and across the country.  Boiled down, the core ideas shared by these trolls and Big House leaders are:

    • No one has anything new to say in the theatre
      (i.e. anything happening in any 21st century location can be easily addressed with a play from 16th Century England, 19th Century Norway, or 20th Century New York City.
    • If someone does have something new to say, we should wait to say it until it is old.
      (i.e. keep working on that adorable play you’re developing about the culpability of key Seattle executives in the U.S. Mortgage Meltdown. Maybe we’ll take a look at it when enough time has passed to guarantee not upsetting anyone.)

    Thank goodness  that Tyrone Brown, Brownbox Theatre, and the artists working on Hoodies Up! have chosen to ignore this advice when it comes to greeting the Trayvon Martin tragedy with something nobler and stronger than empty-headed posturing and/or meaningless violence. 

    Here’s the press release with all the information you need on this amazing event.  I hope to see you there.

    (more…)

  • José Amador Calls Out Bardolatry

    Check out José Amador’s insightful and fun essay  over at the Seattlest examining our obsequious and unweened relationship with the works of William Shakespeare.  To his excellent points I would add an apologia for my own insolence in presuming to wright plays when, according to so many theatre canonophiles, all the great works have already been written.  However, I feel compelled to note sheepishly that that a few things have happened in human history since Shakespeare died.  And since he wasn’t able to address them, it is up to foolish mortals such as myself to give ‘em a whack.

    My own paltry stabs have included so far:

    I’m so sorry that Shakespeare couldn’t live forever to put these important issues in their proper blank verse perspective; but since all Golden Ages are, by definition, over, you’re stuck with the unlikely likes of me and others who pathetically soldier on at the art of dramatic writing, so clearly dead since 1616.

    ‘Tis true, ’tis pity,
    And pity ’tis ’tis true.

  • Looks like A Great Discussion was Had Last Night

    And if, like me, you weren’t able to get to West of Lenin for Seattle Theatre: What’s Next? you can get a good sense of it by reading José Amador’s evocative blow-by-blow here.

  • Why Omar Willey’s “Why Theater Matters” Matters

    Let’s get the over-arching irony out of the way first thing: my friendship with Omar Willey blossomed on line, through Face Book and his responses to my blogging here at Just Wrought; and had that been the extent of our relationship, then certainly a cynical dismissal of my recommending his recent essay “Why Theater Matters” would be eminently fair.  After all, he argues herein for a theatre triumphant over the distance and disaffection with which our “on-line lives” infect us.  Fortunately, our friendship has also blossomed in “real life” and real-life’s cooler cousin, theatre.  Omar comes to my shows.  Omar comes to everyone’s shows.  If you are a Seattle theatre artist and you don’t know Omar, I can assure you that your ignorance is not reciprocated.  Omar knows you.   Omar knows your work.  What’s more, Omar Willey and his colleague José Amador (whom I also have the honor of calling friend) have begun to review your work, over at the Seattlest

    In his essay, posted a few days ago, Omar offers an implicit explanation for his coming out of retirement (he  reviewed theatre for KCMU-FM back in the 1990’s) and again lowering his lance at our windmills.

    Simulacra. Pseudonymity. The theater … erases them. Theater restores the primacy of the human body. It restores presence. It restores the potential, the fear and the promise of the present, and gives an immediate response in the present tense.

    … Theater remains a communal experience of people, persons seeing themselves with, through and in other persons in a unique, irreproducible moment. A self, communing with other selves. Being here. Now. And never to be the same person, the same place, the same way again….  Bridging the gap between friends and strangers, the sense of a marvelous, wondrous love and beauty that restores joy to life, shared together. How easily we forget it when we do not seek it.

    This reminds me so much of a favorite quote of mine from Carl Jung that I would not be at all surprised if Omar knows it intimately.  But just in case you don’t, here ‘tis:

    …You go to the theatre: glance meets glance, everybody observes everybody else, so that all those who are present are caught up in an invisible web of mutual unconscious relationship….

    Mankind has always formed groups which made collective experiences of transformation–often of an ecstatic nature–possible. The regressive identification with lower and more primitive states of consciousness is invariably accompanied by a heightened sense of life… .The inevitable psychosocial regression within the group is partially counteracted by ritual, that is to say through a cult ceremony which makes the solemn performance of sacred events the centre of group activity and prevents the crowd from relapsing into unconscious instinctuality… The ritual makes it possible for him to have a comparatively individual experience even within the group and so remain more or less conscious.

    Concerning Rebirth, circa, 1940

     As I understand it, Omar and José threw their hats in the Seattlest ring because they saw a dearth of earnest, careful theatre criticism, not just here in Seattle but across the country.  Of course others have noticed this drought as well, myself included.  My problem has been caring.  After over two decades of professional work as a playwright and actor, watching the importance of reviews plummet from marginal to minimal to finally negligible, I openly admit I have trouble seeing how criticism could help Seattle become a World Class theatre town.  In a recent semi-private exchange on Face Book, Omar called my hand: “… I do wonder, Paul, if you don’t think criticism is key to helping us get somewhere, then what do you think will? Or do we simply understand criticism differently? Plays written about other plays or inspired by thematic ideas from other plays–these, too, are criticism, no?”

    Let me respond now, weeks later:

    Omar, in the context of your comprehensively inclusive understanding of what criticism can be, and what it can do, yes, indeed, I believe it can help us get somewhere.  Of course, such an approach—steeped in the art form’s history but somewhat foreign to Seattle’s cultural ethos— will require leadership.  It appears you and José are stepping forward to be those happy few to rally the critical flank of Seattle’s charge forward toward World Class.  So even though I have already said it privately, please allow me to state again publically here, loudly and proudly…

    Omar, José?

    Welcome to the fray.

  • The Early Scoop on The New New News

    The Early Scoop on The New New News

    The early news on The New New News is in… and it’s good!

    In Mónica Guzmán Preston’s post over at Intersect, “My favorite moment from the @newswrights play ‘The New New News” (a meta- media laced headline if there ever was one), she describes:

    … one of those moments in storytelling where, in ways you couldn’t have predicted, disparate elements of narrative and meaning all come together.

    For this longtime fan of the much misunderstood mass microblogging service, it was fantastic.

    I am one NewsWright who is delighted that Monica enjoyed the show, especially since she helped us so much in the early phases of our research, suggesting leads, pointing us toward whole new stories to run down, inviting us into her “meet-ups”.  We do wonder, though, if she recognized herself in any of the characters.

    * * *

    Jose Amador, at the Seattlest says:

    There’s nothing about News that’s passive, or simple; very little that is formulaic… which is unusual and welcome in an age where everything can and will come to you. At the end of the night… one is rewarded with an excess of interesting thoughts about the world we inhabit….

    * * *

    And then The Stranger’s Brendan Kiley chimed in.  He hasn’t seen it yet, but that doesn’t stop him from recommending it:

    ….[NewsWrights United] put together The New New News—about the rise of local blogs, how the Seattle Times got a Pulitzer Prize for its readers’ Twitter coverage of the Maurice Clemmons manhunt, and what happened to Art Thiel when he started his own blog and had to get tangled with selling his own ads. Judging by their last effort and the seriousness of their material, The New New News should be scarier than the ersatz Mack the Knife.

    * * *

    I particularly enjoyed Rosemary Jone’s interview at Examiner.com because it gives NewsWrights United’s Managing Producer, Jim Jewell a chance to say why he believes in the work we do.

    Right now, theater looks to me like newspapers in the 90’s, watching changes all around them and somehow believing themselves above the change, too venerable to fail. We spend too much time in the theater talking about what theater is instead of actively engaging the form and deciding what it will be, and we aren’t too far from the crisis newspapers have found themselves in: failure to evolve.

    * * *

    So what does all this good news for NewsWrights mean to you?  Well, for one it means that if you had hoped not to leave Capitol Hill to see the show, you better order your advance reservations soon.  We have only one week at the Erickson, and it starts tonight.   The following two weekends will be staged at Theater One on the North Seattle Community College campus (advance reservations for those performances here).

    Of course, you can always risk walking up because we always hold back a quantity of pay-what-you-can seats.  You just  have to ask yourself, are you really cheaper than the majority of your Capitol Hill neighbors?  If so, show up early.  All evening performances start at 7:30 pm.  The matinee is at 2 pm.

  • NewsWrights Reads WikiLeaks

    NewsWrights Reads WikiLeaks

    If this be treason, make the most of it!
    Patrick Henry

    A couple weeks ago— though it seems like half a year in this hyper-speed news cycle that Julian Assange and WikiLeaks have helped spin even faster— incoming Tea Party Congressman, Allen West stated publically that he not only considered Assange’s decision to leak classified State Department cables to be an act of treason, but equally treasonous the  further dissemination of  the leaks by any news agency in the country.  He baldly called for American news outlets to be censored for running stories based on the WikiLeaks’ cable dump.  [Read more here.]  Then later Allen back-tracked and said, “I didn’t say ‘censored.’  I said ‘censured.’”

    Last Sunday evening, while the Seahawks staggered to their NFC West Championship win, NewsWrights United’s Wes Andrews led five other theatre artists: Jose Amador, Llysa Holland, Spike Friedman, Ramon Esquivel and Josh Parks, in publically reading excerpts of the leaked cables at Annex Theatre in Seattle’s Capitol Hill neighborhood.  Personally, I was proud to be in the audience participating at least vicariously in what the blow-hard Tea Bagging demagogic moron, Allen West, considers sedition.

    The excerpts the actors chose to share originated from consulates spanning the globe from Venezuela to Iran, and included both inspiring stories of personal heroism to gossip about absurdly profligate parties thrown by quasi-governmental gangsters in the Caucasus [see here].  Perhaps the most striking feature of these communiqués is the remarkably consistent quality of writing: far better, far more cleanly evocative than most of what passes for journalism these days.  Apparently the authors, diplomats spread across the globe, all consider themselves members of a secret elite club who compete to impress each other with their wry yarns spun from foreign adventure.

    While the events described vary widely, one theme came clearly through each of the cables read Sunday night.  People in other countries care deeply about the United States of America.  No, they don’t love us, perhaps don’t even respect us.  But they care what we do and what we think.  A lot.  And those of them that hate and/or fear us don’t do so because of our aggression and our imperialism.  These crass aspects of Americanism are the ones they actually understand and abide, and even hope to emulate.  No, it is our blithe and breezy free-thinking, our defiance of authority, our belief in the individual and his or her right to express themselves openly— in a word our liberalism—  that that they fear, as these cables give evidence time and time again.

    One of the notes I jotted to myself while listening to these classified cables being read was “Theatre is inherently subversive.”  In a digital world, the simple act of consuming your art or your journalism off the electron grid qualifies as low-grade sedition.  Adding leaked classified documents as source material serves to spike the punch to an intoxicating level.  Tom Paine would recognize this work as what it plainly is: a tiny tune-up of world democracy.  It was theatre like this that gave birth to the Czech Republic.  No one person can ever fully comprehend or appreciate the enormity and the pervasiveness of its power.  But you can catch a glimpse.  And so I did, Sunday night.  NewsWrights United  currently plans to stage more of these WikiLeaks offerings, I’ll be sure to let you know so you can catch one too, and share the delicious sedition-steeped fun.  (Thought to be certain you keep current on NewsWright United’s doings, you should “like” us at Face Book.)

    Long live the United States of America.  And long live the blend of art and the treason that makes her rise, often against her own mendacious, mediocre volition, to her best.

  • It’s Been a Year

    I launched Just Wrought a year ago today with the essay “Towards a World Class Theatre”.  I am glad I did it, but now for reasons completely different from those I had when I started.  Back then I had no idea that through this blog I would gain the good friendship and professional working relationship I have with Jim Jewell, now the Managing Producer of NewsWrights United; or that I would get to know Lyam White, Jose Amador, and Omar Willey so much better.

    Conversely, I honestly did not suspect that I would lose some friends simply by saying publicly what I had always said to them in private bullshit sessions; but alas, this too is true, as some have conflated my arguments here about failures of leadership, courage and imagination in Seattle theater with personal aggression towards them and their livelihoods.  Some, but happily not all, or even most; because even more surprising than the estranged colleagues have been the artistic leaders who have reached out to me to say essentially, “I think a lot of what you say is crap, but I am glad you are saying it.”

    Just like nearly everything we do as artists—or really, humans— I have no idea if this project has succeeded, and I may never know.  I do not suspect for a minute that I have yet made even the slightest dent in the status quo of how theatre gets done in Seattle, but I do sometimes flatter myself with believing I have helped simultaneously broaden and sharpen the conversation.

    Of the thirteen formal essays I set out to write, I have managed to finish only five over the last 365 days.  Looking at the list now, I realize with certainty that I will never write at least three of them.  “Since When Are Directors Indispensable?” was going to point out that directors are a relatively new species in the long history of theatre, and that playwrights like Shakespeare and Moliere managed incomparable dramatic brilliance without them; but honestly, I don’t know of a single working playwright who leans more heavily on the talent of the directors he collaborates with than myself.  I literally cannot imagine producing Tuesday at Annex Theatre, or our current Living Newspapers, without Dawson Nichols, and the thought of the erstwhile Empty Space’s production of  Louis Slotin Sonata without John Langs at the helm, bringing together as he did all the amazing acting and design elements (not to mention his kick-ass choreography in the second act dance number) literally depresses me.  I could not do my work without directors, so what sort of non-hypocritical point was I hoping to make?  Perhaps only that the rising stock of the anti-collaborative idea of singular stage director auteurship, borrowed as it is from filmmaking, is a mistaken and destructive direction in theatre, especially when regional houses make season selections based on which plays will entice particular directors to work with them.  Throughout the 20th century stage directors gained power   mostly at the expense of playwrights.  The art form will regain health when that inequity is honestly addressed and steps are taken to resolve it.

    I also no longer plan to write about the deleterious arrangement Seattle theatre has with Actors Equity (the stage actors union), or how the viral nature of MFA programs for actors, directors and playwrights is weakening and rarifying our art form in this country.  I realize after this year of speaking out that as a college-dropout actor-turned-playwright, these are no longer my battles to fight.  Only the actors in this town can fix things so they have the same right to develop new works for the stage as actors in Los Angeles and New York; and only young people themselves can wake up and realize that chasing the imprimatur of higher education only takes them further away from the audiences that really need them, and that the excuse of needing a degree to make a living by teaching their craft only perpetuates the virus, while ultimately helping no one, including themselves.

    Of the five essays I did manage to write I am proud and stand by them.  Locally grown new plays do matter, and I see signs that Seattle is making more of them.  World Class Theatre does mean something, even when it cannot and should not be defined precisely.  Playwrights and designers can form some amazing alliances, and I earnestly hope for more of them, for myself and for the world of play development at large.  One-person shows are an easy way for a theaters to shirk the hard work of actually making new plays.  (All props and apologies to Mike Daisy, Jose Amador, Marya Sea Kaminski and everyone else who does such amazing solo work.  I don’t want you to stop.  I just want theatres to stop selling live story-telling  as “plays” {And yes, I understand that even that won’t happen.})

    That leaves five essays unwritten and unspiked.  The one most likely to see daylight in 2011 is “Stop trying to be Respectable, You’re in Show Business”; because I still see way too many of my Seattle colleagues cozying up for financial support and social legitimacy to the very same powerful interests that they should instead be looking for ways to indict theatrically.  I wish I had a condo payment for every time an otherwise  brilliant artistic administrator has baldly insisted to me that theatre is an elitist art form and therefore must depend on the good graces of corporations and  the upper class for its existence.  If I believed this, I would not only quit today, I would start doing everything I could to darken every stage currently producing plays in this city.  Thankfully, I know better.  As show people, we are at our best playing the dangerous fool, telling the wealthy and well-placed  who would teach us our art, what Lear’s Fool told Lear, “I am better than thou art now; I am a Fool, thou art nothing.”

    Just Wrought’s first year has been an often hectic, sometimes even bruising struggle.  Lately I have had to remind myself and others that I am an artist first, and an advocate only much further down my list of priorities.  Over the last few weeks I have been feeling a growing need to take time to lie fallow here for the sake of my creativity.  I resolve to listen more than I talk in 2011.  Of course that doesn’t mean I won’t be talking at all.

    Expanded conversations.  Bruising struggles over important ideas.  Greater clarity around the issues about which I should just keep quiet.

    Lost friends.  Gained friends. 

    It’s been a year.

  • Jose Amador and a Damned Good Argument for the Solo Show

    Jose Amador and a Damned Good Argument for the Solo Show

    It’s a strange and wonderful world.  The very day I post my screed on solo shows and how Seattle’s Big Houses are leaning too heavily on them, my good friend and colleague publishes a completely different point of view on why the solo show serves a vital purpose in his creative life, and in the larger creative life of our theatre community.

    http://thesunbreak.com/2010/04/27/jos-amador-on-solo-performance-and-being-an-ethnic-theatre-artist-in-seattle

    Go see this show.  Lord knows, for all my bitching, I’ll sure as hell be there.  I’m thinking of going next Wednesday.  If you go that night and can prove you paid full price to get in, I’ll buy you a drink.

    Jose Amador, people!  One more reason Seattle is already World Class!