I Often Repeat Repeat Myself

One of the less visible aspects of preparing a stageplay is the number of times a director reads the script in advance. Over the past several months of preparing for “Flung”, I have been reading. One for pleasure, two for critique, three for story, four for arcs. Five, six, seven, and eight for production dilemmasContinue reading “I Often Repeat Repeat Myself”

Tonight’s Entertainment

I’ve never quite been able to master the art of script analysis without some kind of music in the background. The experience is even better when live musicians provide said melodious ambiance. My thanks to the folks who braved the cold and snow flurries to perform at tonight’s Open Stage at Berkley Coffee, and helpedContinue reading “Tonight’s Entertainment”

If You Have To Ask What Jazz Is

This weekend consisted of a significant milestone in my life, the end of a very old chapter. The equivalent of swimming in the ocean with weights around my ankles, and finally getting back to shore — where I proceeded to tear those bastards off and chuck them into the nearest firepit, cheering, I am free,Continue reading “If You Have To Ask What Jazz Is”

The Pedro Zone

I’m almost reluctant to advertise this as it was so cool to be one of three people in the audience – but that wouldn’t be very sportsmanlike. Pedro’s song hour at Berkley Coffee. Super chill vibe, just an hour of letting whatever music might happen, happen. Thanks for the fantastic ambiance as I continue toContinue reading “The Pedro Zone”

Set Design: The Terrifying Beginning

“Many young directors make the big mistake of assuming that directing is about being in control, telling others what to do, having ideas and getting what you ask for. I do not believe that these abilities are the qualities that make a good director or exciting theatre. Directing is about feeling, about being in theContinue reading “Set Design: The Terrifying Beginning”

Seeing Sien

My latest venture to the DIA brought me to this piece, “Sorrow”, which model was Van Gogh’s so-called girlfriend, Sien Hoornik, who lived with him in Hague along with her son (who wasn’t Van Gogh’s, for the record). Some reports state that Vincent was near-obsessively generous to her, buying her cigars and other fineries andContinue reading “Seeing Sien”

Rediscovering Detroit: Mark Jewett and the Strategic Advisors

Well, that was a simply magical time. Went back at the ole Berkley Coffee to check out a local music group that had posted their event in one of the social media groups I follow. I noticed that another musician I greatly admire was interested in this one, so I figured, what the hell? EvenContinue reading “Rediscovering Detroit: Mark Jewett and the Strategic Advisors”