Had the pleasure of watching the second act of tonight's 10:30 show among the crowd. What a palpable enthusiasm in the room, among actors and attendees alike.
With that it's time to celebrate!
Signing off. Thanks, everybody. Yer beautiful.
Had the pleasure of watching the second act of tonight's 10:30 show among the crowd. What a palpable enthusiasm in the room, among actors and attendees alike.
With that it's time to celebrate!
Signing off. Thanks, everybody. Yer beautiful.
It didn't take much of Broadway Behind Bars for our stage manager to pipe up backstage, "This is too good." It's a play about a ragtag group of convicts fumbling through the staging of a new musical. The thing hit a really lovely range of emotions, drawing out sympathetic 'awes' and guffaws and all kinds of sounds in between.
All actors from all seven plays are now onstage taking bows, confetti in the air, a beaming audience filing out as we prepare for 10:30.
One performance to go!
Comic Relief came together nicely for a beguiling performance. Our two characters, graduating high school seniors, exchange some endearing thoughts on sex, the future and Eliza Dushku.
The play is set in a comic-con autograph line, one boy dressed as Green Arrow, the other as Joker. A couple self-referrential jokes and puns elicit just the right amount of groaning and eye-rolling.
A Little Soft Porn for the Start of Act II just killed it.
It's a play about sperm. That is, our four characters are sperm, at first attempting to distract one another in an effort to prevent an...incident during copulation. Then eventually it's time, and they organize an 'evacuation plan.' The whole play takes place under the loud moaning of 'Clarissa,' who drives the sperm-men--and incidentally the audience--to a perverse and titillating distraction.
Thunderous noise as actors withdraw. Good old fashioned adult humor.
Augustson's Rescue Her is a mind trip. So much of a trip, in fact, when it concluded our lights engineer turned to me and joked, "We should let the 10:30 audience know they should bring their own acid." A hallucinogenic journey into a strange world of confusion and loss.
And with that, intermission is upon us. Be back shortly.
Bliss Potential is among my personal favorite offerings of the weekend. The play, as I mentioned in the tech write-up, is brilliantly acted by Roy Stanton And Ahren Buhmann. At lights up, with Stanton alone onstage, I was so taken with his physical work, how masterfully he stepped into the body of a drug addled, broken rock 'n' roll icon, I turned to the gentleman next to me in the booth and said, "He's so damn good."
An engrossing, complete narrative about guilt on the heels of revenge on the heels of being done wrong. Not too shabby for a ten minute play, eh?
My Oh My clipping along well, a portrait of a man escaping the hardships of life into the unadulterated joys of "Griffey rounding third" in the 1995 ALDS.
Several changes to Page One choreography since I saw it in tech a few hours ago. Cheering crowd seems to approve of the Dirty Dancing dance number. Twas a pleasure to see the thing in its entirety, a comedy about smut-peddling 'journalists.'
With that we're off and running!
And we're running tech on our seventh, our last show not only of the evening, but of the festival at large: Broadway Behind Bars, by Eric Lane Barnes. They're tweaking some lighting cues and drilling with the band. Sounding awesome, an appropriate way to end the show.
I'm gonna hurry off to snag dinner, but shall return to post on the show as it all goes down live at 8.
See y'all soon. The show's gonna be fantastic.
Our sixth show, Ben McFadden's Comic Relief, tackles the friends-separated-by-high-school-graduation story. It's our second two-man play of the evening, set in a line at a celebrity meet-and-greet. It's simple scenario, a sad one, treated here with a comedic edge.
Well, Carl Sander's A Little Soft Porn for the Start of Act II takes the cake as our dirtiest play of the weekend. With a title like that, one would expect so.
They're running tech now and...boy. I just typed up a few quotes from the script but immediately decided against posting them. Come see it. It's very raunchy and very funny.
Well done, boys.
I have a lot of trust in the writerly abilities of Scot Augustson, whose Rescue Me is running tech as I type. These disconnected bits I'm previewing are perfectly confusing, without context. You see there's been some trouble with a set piece and lighting, a good deal of interruption. It happens.
So I can't promise you much. I assure you there'll be at least one moment that involves anthropomorphised animals. My interest is piqued--it's looking good, the little bit I've seen.
Props to John Farrage and the cast for keeping composure and maintaining a patient approach.
"Do you remember how you finally figured out you weren't yeast?"
Tonight's two-man play, Bliss Potential, is now in tech. They just ran the thing through in its entirety and have some time remaining to touch up a couple moments, which the thing hardly needs at all. Roy Stanton and Ahren Buhmann have made some fantastic decisions. I quite like this play, the most serious of the night, thus far. By far. Great work by J.D. Lloyd. He's attentive and true to the script while instilling the scene with his own astute sensibilities.
Any diehard Mariners fan would be eager to help you recollect October 8th 1995, the day the M's took on David Cone and the Yankees at the Kingdome in game five of the American League Division Series. The Mariners of that time have a profound place in my memory, heros of my childhood.
I'm not going to get to see a full run of Jim Jewell's My Oh My before the show, as the cast is only hitting transitions in tech. But I'll attest to having been driven to nostalgia by the fragments they ran. I eagerly await having the narrative gaps filled in.
Not even four hours to go!
These guys took on some ambitious work, necessitating a lot of drilling on a couple particularly challenging moments, doing a lot with the live band. It's light, in the name of fun and reference.
Because they're doing so much with the band they were unable to touch on all of the material in tech, short of time. Thus I've yet to catch a complete run-through of the play. Looks I'll be seeing it for the first time at 8:00, with the live crowd. Such is the nature of this process, one of the best parts of this grand ordeal.
The band's cooking on full heat now saying, "This sounds great, this is gonna be great." They're drawing from a lot of genres tonight, from surf to rap to classic rock. From upstairs earlier I thought they had a record on. They did not.
It's 3:30 and suddenly tech is on: "Nik Perleros, your time starts now."
Meanwhile, from the hallway, a phrase strikes my ear, "Boys, we're going shirtless!"
Activity in all directions, in this labyrinth of a theatre. Everything is suddenly gaining shape, identity, form. Seeing folks trying on different interpretations of lines, phrases, gestures. One of my favorite parts of a day at the 48: Getting up on our feet.
I'm catching fragments of some solid Eric Lane Barnes monologues over music. Our Mazen recipient is deep in conversation with director Stan Shields whilst tickling the 88 for the guys of Broadway Behind Bars which, as one might guess, incorporates a little song.
Or I assume that's what's happening, as suddenly Detective James Crockett is in the room.
I'm seeing eyes coming off scripts as actors commit lines to memory. Everyone having eaten, having caught brief breaks, we're doing the pre-tech hustle.
The band, just now, "This is a dream playlist, this is awesome!"
The mirrorball is in full effect, it's like a disco in here. Enjoying a funky, filthy rendition of Bryan Adams' Summer of 69.
It seems, to start, that there will be:
* Choral song, choreographed dance
* More than a little Seattle nostalgia
* Naughty behavior
* Actors playing actors (?). Most meta.
* Yes, more beer
That's just the tip of the iceberg, my friends
So I watched last night's 8:00 show from the booth, where I blogged on it live. That was a treat. For the 10:30 show I moved backstage, to see it all from another perspective. But I couldn't get a wireless signal. I reasoned with myself, "Nobody's probably reading a live blog-feed at 11:00pm anyhow, and so I hung out with the keg a little while and rested my bones before the trek home.
But before my internet connection went kaput I wrote something I figured I might as well share this morning:
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"The energy backstage between tonight's first and second shows--among actors, directors and writers alike--is vibrant. There's a palpable sense of relief for the first performance having gone well, and also something of a trench camaraderie, like, 'One day down, one day to go; we're in this crazy thing together.' A fraternity: I've overheard several men reflect on how smoothly things have gone, the marked absence of [social] drama.
It all manifests in raunchy jokes, dances moves, beer and banter galore backstage. The joint is loose, the pump is primed, the blood is coursing. We're past all the "Whys" and "Hows" of the day and on to "LET'S DO THIS!"
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In other news, I'll betcha a dollar Jim Jewell's My Oh My has got something to do with the mid-nineties M's. Hearing a lot of Niehaus right about now, talk of Edgar and Tino and Moyer and the old guard.
Morning, all.
So last night was a resounding success by any measure I've devised thus far. But no time for self-congratulations now, we're all back at the grindstone to finish this festival out. With style, we dudes.
We've got a couple lineup changes:
Eric Ray Anderson will not be participating today. So Mr. Andrew McMasters (JetCityImprov), who blogged with me all day yesterday, will be putting on his acting hat.
And so Mr. Matt Smith, who's been writing on this morning's developments, has joined me here to blog it up.
Lastly, one of today's seven world premier scripts is by Mr. Ben McFadden, who has stepped into the slot vacated by Mr. Jose Amador, who wrote last night.
"My best time ever!"
And so the playwrights are off to make magic once again. Godspeed, gents. A ripe, open theme like this oughtta spur on some primo material. I for one won't miss it.
Carl Sarder's Our Fathers didn't get to do a full run in tech. No, sitting in the audience for the brief rehearsal I can attest to having seen them do maybe ten percent of the script. So the premier of the play, which I just witnessed, was just about as much a surprise to me as it was to the patrons in attendance.
The play is a mosaic look at fatherhood. Touting the largest cast of the evening with five actors, each character embodies a different facet of or approach to fatherhood. One man is focused on the education of his child, pontificating about the beauties and complexities of nature and the human body, compelling his child to learn. One man treats his baby as a pal, musing absentmindedly about the nature of the toothpaste bottle, nursing his can of cheap beer as his baby nurses a bottle. One man speaks of the harsh and scary "out there" we so pervasively fear. One speaks of his former spouse, mourning a loss. And one admits, in spite of so much dread and expectation, not to regard his offspring as a ball and chain, but a source of viable growth and perspective, at one point saying, "The thing I learned from you is that what I thought was a cage is just another room." It's a really lovely collage that, even without very much of a narrative, held attention throughout. It's the pleasure of being a fly on the wall, witness to a series of confessions, discoveries and admissions.
Four tender performances turned in for Scot Augustson's Jack of Diamonds, drawing the huge crowd into an attentive hush.
And now the stooges of Eric Lane Barne's Rule of Three hit the stage like a depth charge, portraying the icons in the winter of their success, aging, fallen out of the public eye. Throes of laughter. Fantastic physical comedy out of these three gentlemen.
We're at intermission, having just experienced Mr. Amador's psychological Fair Accompli, this evening's foremost head-scratcher. It's a play about delusion, a man enduring the confounding effects of having been administered "the serum," which confuses, enrages, engenders paranoia. The narrative leaves one feeling uneasy, not on sure footing, a second-hand madness by exposure. Imagine witnessing a sinister hypnosis or a mindwashing, its violent results, a discomfiting aftermath.
Great to see On the Outs in full form. With only two actors the play maintained tension, cooking all the way through. Topical and fierce, set in a prison, Bama Katt and Chris MacDonald, under the auspices of Stan Shields, drew some poignant moments out of Russ Banham's compelling script.
The guys are doing some great work with Jim Jewell's monologues, of which each actor gets one. A lot of memorization in this script, men standing alone in spotlights, and they're killing it. I tip my cap to the mighty memorization skills, and again to the subtlety with which each of the three actors can execute an oration. Moving.
BIg laughs and big claps over Scotto Moore's "Wrestling Match." Yelping from an enthusiastic crowd as we transition to our second play, "Running in Circles."
The band's on point and cultivating the vibe as Mr. Jodi-Paul Wooster welcomes the crowd, explains the the process and introduces this evenings theme: FENCED IN!
And we're under way.
What better way to end tonight's eclectic mix of talent than with a little song and dance? We're all in luck with Our Fathers. We men seem to like to write plays with beer in them. Go figure.
And speaking of beer, I'ma grab one, grab a sandwich, and make myself handsome in anticipation of seeing y'all's beautiful, shining faces shortly. Am certifiably amped.
Rule of Three adds yet another flavor to the dish, a straight-up slapstick romp that's as stooge as you'd ever need. Clapper, Hagen-Kerr and Van Beuzekom do very handy work with a meticulously detailed and physical challenge. Fun and accessible.
And we're on to teching our seventh show, Carl Sander's Our Fathers, less than two hours away from the big event.
Go team.
Scot Augustson's Jack of Diamonds is really a lovely little play, sad and sentimental, yet in its way hopeful and full of love. It's structured as two simultaneous vignettes, a fugue of two moments separated by time, skillfully connected to allow glimpses of a tragedy from seemingly disparate, irreconcilable perspectives. It allows plenty of insight, yet leaves room for wonder and inference. I like this script a lot.
And, while we're on to good news, we aren't behind schedule anymore. It's amazing what a lot of hustle and a lot of talent will do for you.
Seems we're running a little behind schedule, figuring out light cues for Jose Amador's Fait Accompli, our fourth show. The script seems to be consistent with Mr. Amador's classification of it this morning, "a little weird." Psychological. We're fortunate to have a lineup of diverse shows in store for the evening.
We're just three hours shy of show time!
On the Outs is our one play this evening with fewer than three actors, a cool counterbalance to our two previous offerings. It's a grisly drama that I'd believe as a part of a longer play. A longer play I'd pay to see, no less. Captivating performances here. Can't wait to see it in full form, all fleshed out this evening.
Running in Circles, while I hadn't the opportunity to see it in its entirety (the guys are jumping from cue to cue), gives a strong impression kindred to Albee's Three Tall Women. Without giving too much away, it's a look at dynamics between old and young, and so the natures of growth, experience, loss, gain, decay.
The blocking is sensitive to the script, playing with this concept of circles and things revolving. The costuming too is tastefully attentive to the writing, consistent with a clear and powerful theme, underscoring it.
Now here comes the rehearsal transition into Banham's On the Outs, our play number three.
A swell of music. Lights rise...
Show number one just enjoyed a smooth run-through--not a line dropped or beat missed. A little tweaking and the thing is decidedly on its feet, a tidy relationship study with heart.
Gearing up now for a clean transition into Jim Jewell's Running in Circles, this evening's second offering.
NAME: Stan Shields
NAME: Evan Whitfield
NAME: Dave Clapper
14/48 Virgin
What piece are you doing? "Rule of Three"
How is the 14/48 experience so far? "It's great! I broke my glasses while we were practicing slapping..."
What can we expect to see tonight? "The three stooges in real life!"
How has 14/48 changed you so far? "I'm pretty inspired! Meeting a lot of new people who I have never worked with before. It's great!
The band's sounding darn nice. Hearing some Gershwin, some Jethro Tull, talk of Beastie Boys and Oingo Boingo. A veritable smorgasbord of tasty sounds.
Meanwhile actors pace about with eyes fixed on scripts, committing so many new lines to memory.
Lights rise and fall on the stage, ladders are moved hither and thither, Mr. Ulman walks from room to room shooting some lovely, lively images, which can be seen here. Plates and napkins emerge from the kitchen in preparation for a pending (if brief) feast.
Everyone's doing a good job of occupying the same space without stepping on each other's toes. So much going on at once.
Design details seem to've been hammered out and we're on the the next phase: Runners are running to gather props as the sound of a saw emanates from downstairs, the construction of a brand new fence.
Meanwhile, music is in the air as the band does its thing. The many sounds of progress!
It seems folks have transitioned from "What?" to "How?" The smiles I'm seeing, the laughter amidst the madness, indicate that people are keeping pace and digging the process. Woo hoo!
Sitting in with designers as they get down to brass tacks about what they need, what will work, where to get it and how. These are some clever and organized people at work.
"I need a low fence, a flask, a transistor radio..." Geeze.
And the results are:
1 - Scotto Moore/John Farrage - "Wrestling Match"
Shane Regan
Jason Marr
Mark Fullerton
Ahren Buhmann
2 - Jim Jewell/JD Lloyd - "Running in Circles"
Eric Ray Anderson
Rob Jones
Jesse Sherfey-Hinds
3 - Russ Banham/Stan Shields - "On the Outs"
Bama Katt
Chris MacDonald
4 - Jose Amador/Peter Dylan O'Connor - "Fait Accompli"
Bob Williams
Truman Buffet
Ashley Bagwell
Evan Whitfield
[Intermission]
5 - Scot Augustson/Peter Jacobs - "Jack of Diamonds"
Jason Sharp
James Weidman
Nik Doner
Roy Stanton
6 - Eric Lane Barnes/Nik Perleros - "Rule of Three"
Dave Clapper
Kaleb Hagen-Kerr
Eric Van Beuzekom
7 - Carl Sander/Ryan Higgins - "Our Fathers"
Agastya Kohli
Ben Harris
Ray Williams
Tim Gouran
Alex Garnett
We just heard the rundown, the dos and don'ts of the affair, where not to go, what not to touch, how to be good participants. Schedule's dropping shortly.
Shawn Belyea hits the stage to award the Mazen, which circumstance prevented us from doing last night. A standing ovation for the winner. As a newcomer, I'll leave to a vet to announce the recipient to y'all good people.
The actors are all here now, and the drawing commences...
And our scripts are called:
1 - Scotto Moore/John Farrage - "Wrestling Match"
2 - Jim Jewell/JD Lloyd - "Running in Circles"
3 - Russ Banham/Stan Shields - "On the Outs"
4 - Jose Amador/Peter Dylan O'Connor - "Fait Accompli"
[Intermission]
5 - Scot Augustson/Peter Jacobs - "Jack of Diamonds"
6 - Eric Lane Barnes/Nik Perleros - "Rule of Three"
7 - Carl Sander/Ryan Higgins - "Our Fathers"
Actors' names are in the buckets; next thing, casts assemble. Boy I'll tell ya, it's just as advertised, one hell of a breakneck pace indeed.
And we have our pairings! In order of performance, they are:
1 - John Farrage directing the work of Scotto Moore
2 - JD Lloyd directing the work of Jim Jewell
3 - Stan Shields directing the work of Russ Banham
4 - Peter Dylan O'Connor directing the work of Jose Amador
[Intermission]
5 - Peter Jacobs directing the work of Scot Augustson
6 - Nik Perleros directing the work of Eric Lane Barnes
7 - Ryan Higgins directing the work of Carl Sander
I'ma track down our titles and let y'all know shortly.
A hush has fallen over the theater as the men get acquainted with the material.
And thus concludes my 14/48 virginity. I'm honored and delighted to be in fine and talented company, and looking forward to a whirlwind weekend, keeping y'all abreast of the play-by-play.
ToJ is filling with bleary-eyed and smiling writers and directors, most with coffee in hand of course. Lots of foot tapping going on, folks chomping at the bit to go go go.
I'm hearing a lot of, "How'd the writing go?" "...Am. Tired. Am done." "Your play any good?" "...Yes. Yes ,I think so."
The drawing of director/playwright pairings begins very shortly. Stay tuned.
1 – Scotto Moore – 4 Dudes
2 – Jim Jewell – 3 dudes
3 – Russ Banham – 2 dudes
4 – Jose Amador – 4 dudes
Intermission
5 – Scot Augustson – 4 dudes
6 – Eric Lane Barnes – 3 dudes
7 – Carl Sander – 5 dudes
Go write, ye brave writers! Use the word "ye" - that's pretty writerly