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Below is a two-minute play called Our Oath, Your Office, which I wrote for Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind in 2009. It was first performed in January, the Friday immediately following Barack Obama's inauguration. I feel a need to revisit and share it in light of the deep fissure that this past week has rampaged its way through the ranks of ( Read more... )

Note: Below is a post I put up at the Neo-Futurists' blog, regarding a play I wrote and performed for Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind during the month of October. I'm cross-posting it here because I feel it here as well as there ( Read more... )

I realize I've been conducting an informal and completely undocumented study of sudden audience departure.

As it is, I've been in a position for the past five years, working as a Neo-Futurist, to observe a number of interesting and different walk-outs--and our company aesthetic being what it is, it's something we gradually grow to embrace as just ( Read more... )

Below is a Flip-video recorded, iMovie-edited, one-take-only film of cognito/communicado, a play I wrote for Too Much Light last year and which I decided to commit to video for purposes of sharing it on the World Theatre Day tumblelog. It's not only one of the TML plays I'm proudest of creating, it also ranks fairly high on the scale of theatrical ( Read more... )

If you've never seen that Too Much Light show that I do, you can now view a very well-made ten-minute documentary created by our former intern, Erik Gernand, that should explain pretty much everything.

Features scenes from, among other plays, Busting Avocados, The Retard Game, Get On Your Ass And Lasso, and legendary Jay Torrence creation Half ( Read more... )

I'm not a superstitious man. I walk under ladders all the time. Broken mirrors are only unfortunate for the possibility of lacerations and the cost of replacement. There has likely been a black cat across every path you could possibly take, and reacting to spilled salt by throwing it over your shoulder just means that you've created another mess ( Read more... )

This week, I briefly jumped into the fiery online conversation about the excision of NEA funding from the economic stimulus package and I immediately regretted not only my overly simplistic, emotionally founded response but also that I bothered entering the discussion in the first place. My knowledge of the stimulus package is limited by both the ( Read more... )

There is on my desk a small framed drawing by local set designer and visual artist John Randle, a souvenir from the Neo-Futurists' production of Alice in September of 2004. The drawing is of the Eagle, a character from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland who I have no memory of, surrounded by a quotation from its scene in the story:
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I was asked by an old friend of mine to see if I could locate the date of the first readthrough of You Can Find Your Own Way Out, the first full evening of theater I managed to write on my own (it was comprised of six loosely connected one-acts). Kim met her future husband, Levi, at the first readthrough of Home Security, the piece they had been ( Read more... )