Showing posts with label theatre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theatre. Show all posts

Thursday, December 18, 2008

It doesn't seem to matter what the economy, Arts always suffer first.

Meet me at Intermedia Arts in Minneapolis on Friday, Dec. 19 @ 5:30pm.

Thank you so much for showing your support! It is exactly this kind of community response that will see Intermedia Arts through this tough time. Right now, everything single action you take helps—for real. At a time like this, absolutely every action counts. This is grassroots community activism in action. Please help us mobilize the community!

Here's what we need you to do next:

Will you bring five people with you to the Rally this Friday? Will you get ten people to donate $10 this week? Will you email us with your response to all of this, and ask someone else to do the same? We need you to help us mobilize the community!

Ask them to:

1. RSVP now. We need everyone here for Intermedia Arts’ Community Townhall: Rally the People! at 5:30PM on Friday, December 19th. We are asking the community to make it a priority to be here, in person. We need EVERYONE to rally with us as we design our future together. RSVP online: http://www.intermediaarts.org/updates.php

2. Make a donation. Support of Intermedia Arts is critical right now, and every dollar counts. We need your support to help us with our general operating expenses as we implement our plan for long-term sustainability. This isn’t about keeping Intermedia Arts open for another month; this is about keeping Intermedia Arts in our community for the long-term. Right now, our future depends on you. We need you to make a donation today: http://www.intermediaarts.org/donate/

3: Email us. We need to hear your thoughts, your ideas, your commitment of support, your encouragement, your suggestions and feelings. Send us your questions, tell us what you think, and look to our website for updates, responses, community FAQs, and news each and every step of the way. Email: community@intermediaarts.org.

CREATE.
ENGAGE.
INSPIRE.
CHANGE.

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

When Angry Makes Me Happy

I just started rehearsals for a show I'm doing with the Fringe this week. I'm kind of ashamed I haven't told y'all about it till now! It's called "All Rights Reserved: A Libertarian Rage," presented by my friend phillip's company Maximum Verbosity. I'm enjoying my involvement because it's a piece of theatre that's making a statement. It's not a subtle statement, but it's a statement nonetheless. And I say the "N" word on stage four times. Not because my character's a racist but because she endeavors to prove that words are only as hurtful as their context. In that particular scene, I really get to show off my angry acting chops - my favorite. Being angry onstage is at the center of what releases me from the stifling chains of non-expression. I don't get a lot out of quiet acting. I like to scream, I like to yell, I like to laugh, and I like to be catty onstage. Maybe because within the confines of a written role expressing my inner psycho is forgiven unconditionally. Please refer to the sidebar, with the brilliant picture of phillip on a cross, for more information.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Remember how I wanted to get a EU passport?

That desire is now re-kindled, thanks to Eddie Izzard stating he wants to run for parliament in a decade (scroll down). OH KAY!

via Parabasis.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Heresy & Common Sense

I had my audition in the Twin Cities Unified Auditions yesterday. It was the exact audition I've spent my post-school life avoiding: the cattle call of actors, waiting in a line in the wings, watching the actors before them stumble onstage, hurry their name and number in an intro, give the audience of sixty-ish producers a rushed 90 seconds of monologue (and song in some cases), and clamour off-stage in an effort to keep the assembly line moving. I have always feared these auditions not because of seeing the other talent around me and feeling discouraged, but because I know that I am a force to behold and what if that doesn't translate in a sea of hopefuls? What if I'm lost in the fray? It was all about my ego. I think it might be something about being a little older, a little more mature, a little more life experience under my belt, but yesterday as I waited in the wings, my nerves causing me to shake ever so slightly, I felt a comforting calm come over me. The calm of knowing that an audition is just another performance. And I think I performed to the best of my abilities right now, which are a little rusty. I performed the best I could do in the circumstances and although I don't want to pat myself on the back for "getting there," but emotions came up and it was comforting to know that I was feeling it "in the moment." I left the stage having loved the process and not knowing the result and not really caring. The bottom line is, I did it. I succeeded in doing an audition that I've avoided for eight years.

I have started reading David Mamet's "True & False: Heresy & Common Sense For The Actor." My friend Jerrod told me about this book years ago and it stuck in my head as Jerrod was describing it: Acting is not about creating a character, but bringing your truest self on-stage. Fuck The Method - be brave and truthful. But be brave. Have courage. I suppose this is another way of saying "commit." But "committing" implies putting forth effort, whereas being true just implies being. I want to share some words of wisdom imparted in the book I've read thus far:

- "We are of course trained in our culture to hold our tongue and control our emotions and to behave in a reasonable manner. So, to act one has to unlearn these habits, to train oneself to speak out, to respond quickly, to act forcefully, irrespective of what one feels and in so doing to create the habit, not of "understanding," not of "attributing," the moment, but of giving up control, and in so doing, giving onself up to the play." (pg. 32)

This speaks volumes to me. It is the story of my life. I have been told time and time again to curb my enthusiasm, to simmer down, to be a lady, etc, etc. And I don't disagree that there are times to be appropriate, but I also think that every person that has ever said that to me holds a dark fear deep down in themselves that they can never be the beauty that is me.

- "It takes great strength of character - which is formed only over time and in frightening times - to make difficult, and many times upsetting, decisions. Act first to desire your own good opinion of yourself." (pg. 41-42)

The reason I do one-woman shows.

- "...stay out of school." (pg. 24)

Mamet makes the argument that actors get the training they need by participating in theatre, not school. And I use "training" for lack of a better term. I connect with this piece of advice out of vanity and vindication - I have a BA in theatre, but no higher degree. And I was encouraged to go to grad school by my professors, but excuses like money got in my way and I never went. And spent the half of the last eight years lamenting that. Because degrees in theatre are important (read: dripping, soaking, ectoplasmic sarcasm). I had my break and I've been participating again, albeit on the fringe (pun intended?), for the past two years.

- "...we are taught, in fraudulent schools, by exploitative 'agents' and directors, that we can please only by being abject and subservient to their authority. 'There are ten thousand more where you came from, and if you are not correct in your attitude, not only will you not get the part [the place in the class] but you will not even be granted an audition to get the part.'" (pg. 47)

Again, why I do one-woman shows. One of the bases for my fears behind auditioning is because I have little desire to fit what another person deems worthy of playing a role. This is in part ego and in part rebellion. I want to perform and who is anyone to stop me from doing so?

It is that last quote that made me get in front of the computer and start writing about this. I can only hope for the tenacity to continue down this road I am paving. I am so inspired by other actors around me that are doing it "the right way," and I am learning from their mistakes and triumphs and even daring to put my toes into those wading pools myself. But in my heart, I know that writing and performing my own stuff and being myself because that person is amazing enough, on- and off-stage. And the casting directors may or may not love me. I don't care. If the self-help books are right, I can do what I want with my life. And in the words of the fabulous Tim Gunn, "Make it work!"

And thank you to David Mamet - no matter what feminist issues I may take up with your work, the entire body of which I'm not even cognisant so my opinion is rather uneducated - thank you for writing an acting book for somebody like me who never understood how to name the "actions" behind her lines, but just knew what she was feeling onstage because she was feeling it through the words she was given.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Mike Daisey, how can I help???

I am planning a trip back to New York in May to see Mike Daisey at the Public Theatre. I've never seen this man perform, but he is a monologuist seemingly of the highest current genius and has received accolade upon accolade telling me so. I am a follower of his blog and am inspired by what he has to say in it, without actually writing any of his own words.

He is about to begin performing his show "How Theater Failed America." Seattle's The Stranger published an article by Daisey that is the essay version of the show.

Here is my favorite part, the pre-conclusion:

Corporations make shitty theater. This is because theater, the ineffable part of the experience that comes in rare and random bursts, is not a commodity, and corporations suck at understanding the noncommodifiable. Corporations don't understand theater. Only people, real people, understand theater. Audiences, technicians, actors, playwrights, costumers, designers—all of them give their time and energy to this thing for a reason, and that dream is not quantifiable on any spreadsheet.

Right now, I feel a tornado of emotions welling up inside me. I have been an independent artist for the past 6 years and truly focused on what I want for the past two. Daisey hits the nail on the head - why are theater artists still, hundreds and thousands of years later, the dredge of the theater world? What is it going to take to convince whoever we have to convince that being an artist is a legitimate trade and those of us that have the dreams and the cahones to follow through with those dreams should not only be rewarded with a sense of accomplishment and a full soul, but also with the amenities and luxuries that a life of hard work affords? When I arrived in New York with dreams of being on Broadway, those dreams were quickly smashed by the FACT that Broadway is nothing but the same old bullshit drivel year in and year out - stories about flappers, and weddings, helicopters, chandeliers, and fucking CATS for crissakes. Revivals of the same tired shows - I don't even care if it's Sondheim! Where's the next Sondheim??? He or she is OUT there and they're not getting their due!

Or is it me? Is it me, the depressed and sometimes suicidal feminist writer/performer who feels she doesn't have an original thought in her head? Who is scared that her next project will be taken the wrong way? What IS the right way? And why the hell am I scared to get out there and SAVE THEATER???? I have been lamenting the demise of theater lately. With the culture we live in, YouTube and reality TV and such, is theater dying? Can it? It's been alive for thousands of years!! And I heartily believe there is no replacement for watching a real live human being experience emotions right in front of you without tricky editing. I pray theater is not dying. I know it is my job to help keep it alive.

I had to pause while writing this post to actually write an email to Mike Daisey. I had to thank him. But he can't - and shouldn't - do this alone. Mike Daisey, how can I help????

Or am I doing enough?

Oh THAT'S what "being open to it" does.

Along with the theme of a feel-good Thursday night, I went to my $50 coaching session for my audition piece for the Unifieds out in fabulous BFE, otherwise known as Brooklyn Center (No! Sleep! Till Brooklyn! CENTER!) . Wary of acting coaches in the suburbs of the Midwest because I'm a brainwashed New York Theatre snob, I was convinced this woman - after conversing briefly on the phone and receiving via email a very elaborate instructional on how to get to her house and then wait outside in your car in the cold if you're early - was Crazy. Yesterday morning and the few days preceding were spent worrying off and on about how I wasn't going to connect with her and I would walk out after a minute of her insane Acting 101 bullshit. I finally decided to catch myself in these inane predictions and turn them around. I pictured her saying to me, "Wow, you're a wonderful actress!" and me beaming after performing the piece and the hour flying by because we're so involved in what we're doing. Driving out to her home in rush hour I visualized myself performing flawlessly and receiving the critique "I have no criticism for you." (*ahem* I would like to brag, if I may, that this happened to me in an acting class in college. We had the assignment of taking a song and making it a monologue, which is tricky to do if you know the song really well because the tendency is to recite it in the same cadence as the melody. I performed "Silent All These Years" and blew my professor away. *ahem*) Of course, this didn't happen, but what unfolded was an hour that truly reminded me why I love to perform. My coach reaffirmed my ability to act and take direction and upon finishing, she commended me on my great work. I left feeling energized and empowered. Then I went to the gas station and spent 20 minutes there waiting on the attendant to get his manager because the pump refused my card and also filling my car's various leaky orifices.

And on a completely different note, I have the worst under-the-surface zit right at the corner of my mouth. It's like a tumor or something. Oh man, I hope it's really not.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Already???

One of the hardest decisions for me to make this season, as in the 2007/2008 Fringe Season, in my mind, was to not apply to any Fringes and not do any touring. Of course, upon consultation of my pocketbook, this was a very easy decision to make. I'm sure once the summer rolls around, I'll be fine with it as I'll be working and working on the next show as well as planning 2009's tour (Super Glossy! goes to Canada), but with the Minnesota Fringe Lottery right around the corner, I can't help but feel like I may have missed an opportunity. Meh. It's not like Rockstar Storytellers didn't apply! The lottery is this coming Monday eve and here is the gorgeously designed header of the flyer:

How beautiful is that? I love the colors, the fonts, I'm a little iffy on the light gray dots, but I love everything else about it.

BTW, here's the latest Rockstar Storytellers show in photos, by the awesome Erika M. Loen.

And here's a picture, by Erika, of me, obviously partaking in the whiskey a leeeeeetle too much: