Just Wrought

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

Tag: Theater Schmeater

  • Custom Made Love for the Loveliest Lady

    Custom Made Love for the Loveliest Lady

    I make a lot of outrageous claims about Seattle as a theatre town, and a lot of outrageous demands, too. I stand by all of them. But the claim I am most eager to defend at the moment is that Seattle is the best city in the world for locally grown plays: that is, new work written for Seattleites, by Seattleites, with Seattle audiences  in mind.  We do it quarter after quarter over at Sandbox Radio, Annex Theatre has been doing it for decades, and Printer’s Devil for only slightly less than that. Recently, local actor Rebecca Olson founded the Custom Made Plays Project dedicated solely to matching Pacific Northwest playwrights with local actors to develop and produce new plays of regional significance. (More on that exciting new wrinkle in a later blog.) Even the big lumbering mastodons are starting to get into the act, with A Contemporary Theatre recently world premiering Yussef El Guindi’s  Pilgrims Musa and Sheri in the New World to great success, and the Seattle Rep fostering a ongoing workshop of local playwrights, though, in fairness to companies fully fighting the good fight, the Rep has yet to really put its producing money where its workshopping mouth is.

    In this spirit of making theatre which is a custom fit to performers and audiences alike, allow me to introduce to you The Betty Plays, world premiering this Sunday at Theater Schmeater. These are four new short plays written for actor Betty Campbell by Scot Augustson, Pamela Hobart Carter, Paul Klein, Jim Lapan and myself, plus a short film, “Lethal Cotillion”, which was featured at the Cannes Film Festival. Says the Schmee in their press release:

    The playwrights embarked on this project because of their love for the acting talents of the brilliant Betty Campbell and their desire to see her on the stage again.  Stylistically distinct, the four plays demonstrate the prowess of Seattle’s reigning thespian septuagenarian.

    And here’s what contributing playwright, Scot Augustson said recently on Facebook:

    I’ve got a show coming up that won’t get a review, is playing just 3 Sunday afternoons. I’m guessing less than 150 people will see it. It will never be nominated for anything. The taste makers won’t declare it The Hot Ticket In Town! And yet, it gets to the core of why I stay in Seattle and make theater. . . . Betty Campbell is an incredibly talented woman who has given immeasurably to this town and this community. But, she’s been facing some physical limitations lately that make doing a whole show difficult. Pamela Hobart Carter realized that to not have Betty up in front of an audience was ridiculous. So she got a hold of a few of Betty’s fans who were also writers to create an evening of shows . . . .  It’s gonna be great, check it out. (Hmm, if we can’t get Hot Ticket, maybe we can be Best Kept Secret. )

    As for me, I first saw Betty Campbell  six years ago when were both making our “virgin” appearances in the 14/48 instant theatre festival: her as an actor, me as a writer. I watched wide-eyed as Betty stalked around the arena stage, opposite another actress, as they both shouted competing boasts to the audience about the depraved pornographic acts they were about to perform. Now, you don’t need to know Betty well to know she’s a consummate lady with a deeply sweet and genteel heart. She was playing fiercely against type.  But more importantly, she was playing fiercely. She was not cowed by material. She rose to it. And then she rose above it. She is the kind of performer that makes a playwright’s fingers itch for his keyboard.

    Here are the details for the Theater Schmeater run of The Betty Plays, should you choose to avail yourself of Scot’s delightful “secret”:

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  • A Bountiful Fall Harvest for Seattle’s Locally Grown

    A Bountiful Fall Harvest for Seattle’s Locally Grown

    Seattle’s scene for locally grown plays has always been stronger than your average mid-sized city’s, but anything good is worth fighting to make better. That’s why I mouthed off over two and a half years ago with an essay titled “Theatre takes Place: Why Locally Grown Plays Matter”.  I listed some bullet points explaining why the development of new plays is so crucial to the health of any great theatre scene:

    • “Local actors evolve a better understanding of how their contribution … can be generative as well as interpretive.
    • “Local audiences evolve a better understanding of how plays get made and how they can participate in the process….
    • “Local funders evolve a better understanding of their roles as patrons of the arts…
    • “Local funders, artists, and administrators …[can see] the development of plays as actual investments, with the potential to pump profits back to Seattle in several ways.”
    • I even complained that the then recently introduced TPS  Gregory Awards had a category for “outstanding director” but none for playwright, a blunder since rectified.

    Mouthing off is fun, but theatre is a collaborative art form.  Unless others join the fray it isn’t much more than meaningless monologue.  Happily, the last few years have shown just how much a modest city can grow as a theatre town when a group of motivated professionals put their collective mind to it.  For instance, last year A Contemporary Theatre finally took another chance on a local playwright by producing Yussef El Guindi’s  Pilgrims Musa and Sheri in the New World.  The gamble paid off big-time: El Guindi won The Harold and Mimi Steinberg/ATCA New Play Award (plus the $25,000 that comes with it), and American Theatre Magazine just published the script in its current September 2012 issue.

    Keri Healey’s new play Torso, produced by Printer’s Devil Theater, mesmerized everyone I know who saw it.  I suspect it is no coincidence that Keri has been short-listed for a Stranger Genius Award this year.  Torso recently doubled down on local impact with its currently running second production on Orcas Island.

    These are just two stand-out success stories from many.  And this fall promises another bountiful harvest of locally grown new theatre.  Again, just to name and explain a few (with a promise to blog separately on some as they come closer):

    14/48 outdoors for the first time ever

    A few weeks ago I raved about the glorious gamble the 14/48 steering committee was then making by staging their first “Kamikaze” festival, but this weekend they are amping up their Summer of Risk by staging the instant theatre festival outdoors for the first time in their 15 year history.  Tickets are free (also a new twist) so it’s hard to see how you could afford to miss it. (More info here.)

    The Betty Plays

    Beloved local actor Betty Campbell doesn’t get around as easily as she used to, so five local playwrights, myself included, wrote four short plays tailored to her unique and extraordinary talents.  This special Theater Schmeater offering is the sort of one-of-a-kind live experience that only happens in Seattle.  (Click here for more information  and here for reservations.)

    NCTC’s Foreclosure by Vince Delaney

    One of Seattle’s hottest acting ensembles workshops one of Seattle’s hottest playwrights, as he tackles an issue facing Americans nationwide  There aren’t many performances scheduled for this pre-world premiere, so you better reserve early.

    Sandbox Radio Live!

    1. The podcast from Episode 5: “An Unexpected Twist” recently dropped.  (A blog on that to come.)
    2. A “Best Of” show kicked ass at Bumbershoot!  (Check out this review.)
    3. And Episode 6: “Something Wicked This Way” is coming very soon: October 1 at West of Lenin.

    Why is Sandbox Radio Live! so important to Seattle’s locally grown theatre movement?  Because it happens every quarter and every quarter it gets better.  Because nearly every play, poem or commercial is written by top local playwrights and performed by top local actors.  Because it is fresh local “produce” at its best and most consistent.

    Custom Made Plays

    In my opinion this may just be the most exciting new wrinkle in Seattle’s locally grown scene, and not just because I have the good fortune of being the inaugural playwright.  Brainchild of local actress Rebecca Olson, the Custom Made Play Project  is dedicated to matching Pacific Northwest playwrights with local actors to develop and produce new plays of regional significance.  In my case, after interviewing my collaborating actors, Ms. Olson and Hana Lass, I tailor-made the soon-to-world- premiere Ballard House Duet to their unique talents and qualities.  Because of that, I am painting with colors I have never used before, and I’m loving it.  The resulting script simply would not exist were it not for these unique one-on-one collaborations. That fact excites me.

    Here’s another fact: Seattle is the best city in the country—maybe even the world— for locally grown theatre.  And we are only getting better and better at growing it.  As you can see from the small sampling above, it’s going to be an awesome autumn harvest.  It makes you wonder what next winter, spring and summer will bring.

  • Chicago Posts: My Shameful Little Secret

    Chicago Posts: My Shameful Little Secret

    In the days of development ramping up to the world premiere of Louis Slotin Sonata in Los Angeles, I once spent a week in a Hollywood apartment in which the same three inches of scummy water never drained from the bottom of the bathtub. As for the New York premiere of my play Tuesday, even though I had attended early rehearsals and had high hopes, I wound up falling asleep during an actual performance, thereby poisoning forever my relationship with that theatre company and its artistic director. I once sent my most obscure and arcane play The Septarchy to an even more obscure little company in Louisville, Kentucky on the recommendation of a gorgeous stage manager running a Twilight Zone I was acting in at Theater Schmeater. Unaccountably, they produced the play and staged one of the best versions of “The New You Boat”the quantum particle-crewed, Schrödinger’s Box-based mini-submarine play-within-the-play— that I have ever seen.  And I’ve seen them all.  That is my shameful little secret.  I have seen every full production of every full-length play I have ever written.

    If you don’t know already, I am obliged to inform you that, among my fellow American dramatists, this fact identifies me as an abject amateur. Playwrights of a certain caliber simply do not attend every production of their plays.  Worse than being impossible it would be unthinkable.  It would be tacky, pedestrian.  One’s ideal play distribution process goes like this: workshop in Manhattan, and ideally premiere there.  Less preferably, emulate that sequence at one of the regional big houses scattered throughout the nation. After a respectable world premiere production (thought don’t even get me started on the esoterica of what constitutes a “world premiere” and how many times an unprincipled playwright can apply that term to the very same play). Finally, trickle the play down through the theatrical food chain, to smaller and smaller houses, not unlike a wholesale supply network.

    Needless to say, I don’t do it that way.

    While I make more money in a year from theatre than most union card-carrying actors, I will not shrink from being called an amateur, if that is the appellation that seeing every one of my plays earns me. For one, it’s just way too much fun. Even if the production is less than inspiring, going to some new town and partying with perfect strangers who treat me like a cast-mate merely because I wrote the show is arguably the best thing about being a living playwright. (The very best perks, of course, are reserved for the dead.)  How else would I know that Louisville has one of the most beautiful graveyards in the nation? Or that Los Angeles, surprisingly, has some of the best breakfast spots. (I wouldn’t have guessed they even ate breakfast in LA.)

    (Let’s take a break for a moment and enjoy Gary’ Smoot’s 15 minute mash-up illustration for this installation.) (As Gary happily pointed out when he sent this to me, the above crowd would actually represent a pretty good selling night for a lot of my plays.)

    I part ways with my colleagues who seek to distribute their plays like wholesale book-sellers. It’s boring. It’s corporate. And, heck, let’s face it: our dying art form, absurdly or not, is starting to look like a lot better bet than the book business. Besides, our nation’s best work has come from amateurs. Our Founding Fathers, for instance, found the notion of professional politicians anathematic. Our best soldiers have always been citizen-soldiers. And give me any day the amateurs Thoreau and Whitman over the professional philosopher Rand and pro poet Pound. Plus, despite all I’ve said, who says a professional playwright can’t see every production of his plays? I suspect Shakespeare saw every one of his before finally leaving London for good.

    The day may come when I will not be able to attend a particular production of one of my plays. The coming of that day may mean I have finally become a fully professional playwright.

    You know what?

    I can wait.

    "the end" by Gary Smoot