TestoGenius Festival! (Part Two), Puppets and The Boys Next Door!

This was the most reasonable picture I found on Google Images when searching "Father and Son".

So the "Father/Son" play is finished!  Still haven't figured out a title yet, but I'm happy with my process this time around, more so than other things that I've written.

Also, I want to try something a little different this time before submitting and that's to have actors read the script before making another draft of the play.  A little bit of workshopping if you will.  I know what it sounds like in my head but thats not whats going to be on the stage.  Pretty excited at the prospect!  Hopefully, I can get something done by the end of the week.  Deadline for postmark is Mar. 15th.



I've been working with Angela Beasley on a show about Juliette Gordon Low.  Very fun show and it's performed for senior citizens around Savannah.  Nice having a consistent show to do with her again.  I like working for her because it's a reminder that a performance should be fun, regardless of what you're doing.  You should have a good time.  Or at least try to.



Last, but not least, last night I auditioned and was asked to play Jack in a production of The Boys Next Door at Bay Street Theatre!  Get to work with that crowd again and I get to act opposite Chris Soucy, a feat that Savannah theatre hasn't seen in TEN YEARS!

I'm at the age now where I get to say that about people.  I think it's a good thing.  It means that I haven't given up.  It means that I've worked hard at something, in a sense.  And given other things that have happened in my life, that means quite a bit.

TestoGenius Festival! (Part One)

Right now, I have a great start on a play for the playwrighting festival.

TestoGenius Festival!

I love festivals because they give parameters and a deadline.  In other words, they give a fire that I flee from.  There's no kind of motivation like death... or severe tissue scarring... it's not a perfect metaphor.

I'll post the entire script on www.scripped.com when it is completed.  The theme is fatherhood;  I had a couple of false starts.  I was trying to deal with the theme directly and that wasn't what I wanted to say.  I think I like subtlety in art.  I like having to read between the lines, even when I don't get it.  Naturally, I want to use my experiences as a father in the show, but I kept coming back to the way that my father treated me while I was growing up.  And there will be something about the Flying Dutchman and some Greek myth thrown in if need be.

I feel good about this one.  Might be a good piece of writing.

Tried putting it on the typewriter.  Had a good steam going but the ink ribbon gave out.  So, computer it must be!  But at least I tried with the typewriter.

Aiming to have the play done by the end of the week!

Not me, not my father, just a fitting image.

Theatre of the Poor and a New Intensity

For those of you that don't know, this is Jerzy Grotowski.  Ask me to spell it but don't ask me to pronounce it.  I'd have a very hard time with it.  He was a Polish theatre director in the 1960's that did something called Theatre of the Poor.  I'm going to be reading more about it, but conceptually, I'm intrigued and I want to do something with it.  Focus on text and acting, not so much about visual design, little set and props.  In some cases, the actors would use their bodies as an extension of props.  And given the economic conditions, it seems to have a practical element as well.

I was never one for big, huge fancy sets.  I remember writing a play in high school and deliberately writing that the costumes should look cheap.  There wasn't supposed to be a pretension as to the way that the story was being told.  I remember being called out on it, asked "Why did you make that choice?" and not being able to answer.  Grotowski would have had my back...

So, the idea of taking ancient scripts and plays and re-working them in true 1960's counter-culture fashion has a lot of appeal at present.  Also want to workshop a play at present but that would have to wait until AWOL is over with.  Just need to find the right body of work to play around with.  Don't really want to mess with the Bible or The Odyssey since I'm already working with that.  I'll keep positing on it.

In other news, "Situations" is in great shape and I can't begin to talk about how excited I am for the kids and for the show!  I'm really looking forward to spending that much time in a theatre.  There's something about being exhausted in a theatre and spending entirely too much time in one that feels at home.  Comfortable.  Right.

I got some writing to do.  Feels good to say that.

Writer's Block or Paperback Writer.

It's really easy for me to get down on myself as an artist.  Not in the funky dance way, but in the demeaning way.

I like writing.  I've always liked it.  It was the first thing that I did as a child that my parents (especially my mom) encouraged me to do.  Whether or not it has been worthwhile is something else, but the act of creating has always produced immense satisfaction.  It's why any of us do it.  But in thinking about what I have written, I can chalk it up to a one-act play that was produced in high school, two full-lengths that were written in college (one became a staged-reading at a festival; more on that later) and two ten-minute plays that are on sale at www.offbookmarket.com.  Seems like I should have more than that.  But I don't.

When I first started writing this, I had a couple of entries planned out and had a solid idea as to what I wanted to write about.  I was planning on making it an "about every week" thing as a kind of meditation among other things.  This past Sunday, I sat down and was going to write a blog about how I was finding it difficult to finish things (plays, screenplays, etc) when I couldn't finish that.  It's as if I can't begin to write something without being stopped about halfway through or near the end because I don't know how to end the story.

And, naturally, that begs the question, why did I start to tell the story to begin with?

The play that went to festival was called "How I Met You", which either came around the same time or immediately before "How I Met Your Mother".  It was a play about how I met my now ex-wife.  It was meant to be very honest and frank.  It was graphic in it's conversation and had plenty of embarrassment for me and for her along the way.  I was proud of it.  I was also very pleased that it was considered for production through the Essential Theatre's Playwrighting Competition in 2006 and that it got a reading at the Youth Playwright's Festival hosted by the Horizon Theatre (both companies in Atlanta).

However, especially with the divorce, it's hard to read the play even to critique it;  It's not just because the marriage didn't work out but also because I can't help but think it's bad.  Just... bad.  No through line, no structure, just a bunch of random ideas that I Scotch-taped together.

Maybe the problem is that I'm going back and I'm analyzing the thing like I'm reading Macbeth or Long Days Journey Into Night.  And it's not supposed to be like that.  None of them are supposed to be.  I certainly should give myself a little more slack than that.

Well, I'd call that a kind of breakthrough (obvious though it may be).

Nowadays, among other ventures, I'm considering Graduate School as an option.  I want to teach; I like it and working at AWOL has certainly reminded me of that.  It's kept me hungry for it.  Right now, I'm working on a portfolio for grad school applications and, hopefully, that will turn it something that I've been doing for a long time. Only in this case, someone will have the generosity to pay me for it.

In as far as writer's block is concerned, one of the things that have helped me are deadlines.  I noticed I got a lot done in school because I had due dates and requirements.  I've flourished in an institution setting.  Also, having a blog like this has helped a good deal already.

So, I will make this declaration here on this blog and those who read it will hold me accountable.  By the 1st of April, I will finish the first draft of the Odyssey Musical (the one set to the music of Journey)!

Decisive!!!

Shame, Humiliation and the Drive of Performance

One of the books that has always had an impact on me was "A Director Prepares" by Anne Bogart.  It's a very personal journey and a singular view of an artist.  As a testament to it's strength and potency, you don't have to have the mindset of a director to enjoy it.  Any one of any theatrical persuasion would be able to get something out of it.

The part that always had the biggest impact on me was the chapter on "Embarrassment".  What was especially decisive about reading that was just the title in of itself.  I had finally found the word that I had felt since the very first play I had ever done.

"The Beggar's Opera" by John Gay required that I stand behind prison while a woman seduced the guard for the key.  While doing so, I thought (being completely new to acting) that I should slip on the bars and fall a little to show that I was involved in the scene and being lured away by her feminine ways as well.  In doing this, I would stomp my foot a little to catch myself.  

Now, the director was not one that I would describe of as "good" or "competent".  But she did give the only note to me that was worthwhile in the two years that I worked with her: Tim, don't do that, you're stealing focus. And I remember thinking to myself that this must be it.  It was over.  I wouldn't make it in theatre and there was no sense in working any further.  I figured that the right thing to do was to finish out the show and then never audition for another show ever again.  

Then, when the last show came, someone said "Good job, Tim! You were funny!" and I forgot about all the shame that I had with that simple and basic note (one that I've given to lots of actors along the way... when I'm directing of course).

I was embarrassed to get that note but the note was absolutely correct and necessary and shame was the best way of making sure that I never did it again.  Humiliation seems to be stronger force than we think of in a normal day to day manner.  We as people hate to be embarrassed.  We hesitate to answer a question in class lest we be wrong.  We hate to pick a restaurant for an indecisive group because what if we pick something that not everyone likes?  Shame keeps us in check.  It's the reason why we might not reach our full potential.  It's part of the reason why I don't think that I've reached mine.

But I'm still brought back to theatre, to create and to perform.  Embarrassment doesn't bring me back.  The payoff does, when it's done well.  Shame is a filter; it pushes those away that don't really want to do it.  Shame is the price that you pay to get the applause and the accolades.  But, most importantly, it's what you suffer through to get to the point where they can understand you, to where they can feel what it is that you feel.  Connection is the goal and the prize.

Last night, I saw three bands.  Two were excellent, one was not that great.  The weakest of the acts was a singer/songwriter who wasn't connected to what it was that he was doing.  He didn't have the same amount of emotional investment as the other acts.  He didn't risk himself, he didn't chance the embarrassment.  There was nothing at stake for him, so there wasn't anything interesting for us as an audience.

The other acts were strange and eclectic and bizarre; Very strange stuff.  But they loved their music and they had committed to the performance and the pay off was tremendous.

We should do things that scare us.  We should do things that are daring and we should damn the torpedoes as we do so.

Wherein My Intentions Are Announced

The title of this blog comes from an email address that I have (truthissoap@yahoo.com).  The phrase "truth is soap" came to me when I was a freshman in college and I was trying to be profound and insightful.  The philosophy behind it was plain: truth was like soap.  When activated (lathered) it can be difficult to hold onto.  And when one squeezes for a tighter grip, the harder it becomes to contain.  But, whether one holds on to it or not, it has the capacity of making one smell clean and refreshed.  The main purpose wasn't whether or not you held onto the soap or not.  The idea was that you tried, that you attempted.

This blog is meant to be a collection of my thoughts and experiences with writing and with theatre.  It's not meant to be something profound or insightful.  It's not meant to say what is right or wrong with others.  It's meant to get a sharper idea of what is and is not about myself.  The only thing that I can really say about what I see is that it's in my perspective and in my opinion.

I plan on focusing more on art than day to day life.  Maybe that would be best reserved for another blog, but I don't believe that would be necessary.  So, I will get started when the first thought enters my head...