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Appropo of what?

Sunday, February 11th, 2007

The reviews for The Last Word are starting to arrive. General consensus thus far seems to be superb acting that outstrips the body of the text. There are still several reviews yet to come in so we shall see how things fill out as time goes on. The design of realistic works tends to get little to no notice, and this is no exception.

On the plus side, Lippard keeps things moving at just the right clip for the play to make its points without wearing out its welcome. (The intermissionless show runs about 80 minutes). Set designer Michael V. Moore has provided an appropriately sparse and dingy office for the Henry-Len discourse. Equally appropriate are Lucas Benjaminh Krech’s lighting and Kirche Leigh Zeile’s costumes. Hail also to sound designer Gabe Wood for those wonderfully realistic computer noises.

These kind of works are truly where design and direction are best when invisible. To make anything that stands out too much would be intrusive and detrimental to the show. This play goes farther and perhaps begs the question as to the primacy of the text. The show is not strong because of the language. This is not unique to this play, but is none the less the case. The play is about the acting. The characters as embodied by these two actors are made possible through the direction, design and text, but in the final analysis these elements are fuel for something else and in no way the core of the thing itself.

For a bit of a tangent, the listing in the IOBDB has my name wrong, so now I have different listings in the archive under two different spellings of my name. It might be easier to not use my full name, but I like my middle name. I think there is a good sound and rhythm to the whole thing. Plus, I feel it is a little too biting without the use of the middle name. It also gives me something to complain about.

The lighting has only been described as appropriate. It’s good to know I did my job. Perhaps sometime I should do inappropriate lighting just to get notice. MacBeth in pink and lavender tones. Heh. Working at the NYU Dance department in graduate school we would light, between the two of us, over one hundred dances a year. When you do that much work you inevitably fall into cliche just to make it through. In addition, you begin to learn how the other person is going to light a dance. So we played a little game. We would challenge the other lighting designer to not use whatever we knew their reaction would be. “No blue backlight” or “No grey sky.” Sometimes we guessed wrong. Sometimes we caused the other to have a total train wreck. Many times though, we would end up with some very striking and unusual solutions to various problems.

It can be difficult to experiment in the professional theatre. On the one hand the work must be artistically interesting, so there is a degree to which one must push existing boundaries. At the same time, you are providing a service and a product to a client and thus the work can not be too esoteric. The design must be artistically satisfying as a designer, but first it needs to be what the client(producer/director) wants. The Last Word wanted to be a realistic space. The director was very clear that with the play we never wanted anything about the physical environment or clothing to feel “designed”. It had to flow naturally from the clear given circumstances of the text. For this particular piece that is the right and ‘appropriate’ course of action to take. It may be conventional in that regard, but it sure appears to be popular with the audiences.

Some works are more experimental by their very nature. This is true of both Ajax and Artfuckers. This weekend I am in tech for Operation Ajax and that work is far more abstract in nature than The Last Word. Navigating through these different and changing styles is truly exciting. While I might get bored only recreating the look of a fluorescent lit room, so too would purely abstract works begin to take their toll. The differing styles of dramatic storytelling, of acting and text and design all make for a fun and engaging body of work.

A good send off

Tuesday, January 30th, 2007

Mother GOOSE! is packed away in a truck on its way to Arizona. I will not be going to Arizona, but my lighting will. My friend Ben is traveling with the company as a stage manager and lighting director. His job is to as faithfully as possible recreate my lighting for the Ballet. This means is in a few days my lighting will be up before audiences in two different states.

Sending a piece out on tour like this can be a tricky proposition. Not every venue will meet all the lighting needs for the piece. The result is that items must be placed in a hierarchy of needs such that the core ideas are maintained even when it is not possible to recreate the whole and complete work.

The same thing happens with staging as well. Some venues are bigger, some smaller. As a result the staging must expand or contract to meet those changing needs. Taking a piece on tour is a powerful reminder that the term “site specific” is a bit of a misnomer. All works are site specific. Every piece of entertainment, be it theatre, opera or dance is all dependent upon the specific site that it is located in.

Very often these sites are quite similar. All proscenium stages have a regularity to them. But the devil, as they say, is in the details. Certain shots simply will not work in certain houses. Some places the proportion is such that the entire work needs to be restaged so that it feels right, even if it fits at a literal level. It can be a tricky balancing act.

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The Last Word has its first preview tonight. My work with the play is done. I am going to stop in again on Wednesday to go over a few things with the stage manager about maintaining the design, but the work part for me is finished.

The floor was white tile, but the intent was to make it look old and dingy. That, for various reasons, did not happen until the night before the final dress rehearsal on Sunday. It is an interesting thing lighting a set that is still being finished. During tech we had our rehearsals and then in the evening afterwards were work calls to finish the scenery. What this meant for me was that there was a lot more bounce to the light during tech than there was going to be in the end. As a result I was forced to overexpose the lighting such that when the floor came down in value to its proper level, the lighting would look right.

I loved watching the show on Sunday. I had spent the few days before a little nervous that the value of light on the walls was a little to high relative to that on the performers. I had to keep reminding myself that the walls would get dim when the floor was less reflective. And it worked. I had guessed almost perfectly and the lighting looked exactly as I had intended when I watched the runthrough Sunday evening.

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Photograph by Carol Rosegg

I have been up quite late the last few days working on various personal projects as well as tidying up a bunch of work stuff. Two shows I have coming up soon are fairly organic in their process. Of course that does not change the fact that lighting equipment must still be rented and dealt with.

It’s a busy time. I have four projects in the next three weeks. Artfuckers and Operation Ajax are full plays. Then I have a workshop of Ajax at Target Margin for two days. Also, I am assisting on a dance piece at The Danspace Project.

It is a bit intimidating, but somehow it all fits together nicely with days off for one coinciding with runthroughs for another. On the 8th is the official opening of Last Word. After the madness calms down I have a few days with no work in a theatre before I head south to Florida to meet up with the Ballet tour for a weekend of performances. Not Mother GOOSE!, they are performing a selection of their repertory for adult audiences in Delray Beach. And gauging by the weather here, I have a feeling that a Florida beach town will be a wonderful break from New York CIty.

interruption science and aesthetic exploration

Monday, August 14th, 2006

It would make sense that the majority of the results for Interruption Science would lead to things like books and blogs on how to organize your life. Meet the Life Hackers addresses the idea of interruption in the workplace. Sure there are “good” and “bad” interruptions, and when the goal is getting work done, one must try and maximize the efficiency of the interruptions one faces in daily life. But this is not all there is.

When brought into the realm of aesthetics, the role of the interruption becomes something different entirely. Watching a play we do not want distraction. The cellphone going off is one of the worst things that can happen, especially in a rather quiet dramatic moment. We want to get lost in the performance, not reminded of the office. Of course, the role of the interruption has existed in theatrical theory for quite some time. Stage illusion can be as deadly and calcifying as anything else. But so too can an overly “Brechtian” performance.

One of the main currents in Brecht’s Short Organum is the necessity of creating a theatre that speaks to a contemporary audience. All the trappings that we have come to see as “Brechtian” are due to the particular historical context in which he found himself, rather than inherent to the theory. What is inherent is a work that speaks directly to a contemporary audience, through the visual language we know as members of society.

Theatre as multitasking.

There are times when sensory overload can create a kind of deep focus that is otherwise unattainable. I went to a poetry event at St. Mark’s about five years ago that had an activity which did just this. A participant would sit down at a desk in front of a typewriter while three radios blasted and several people would pick up various books and read passages from them. Plus there was the more distant noise of the crowd at the event as well as flashing lights, etc. etc. What I found when I sat down was at first total distraction and could not type a letter. But soon everything congealed as a kind of stream of consciousness automatism and I just wrote until I reached the end of the page. I hit an amazing level of concentration during that writing. The only time I have ever repeated that kind of concentration is sitting at a tech table during a run through for a show.

Layers of information create layers of meaning as well as degrees of distraction. Crafting these experiences is a delicate balance. What is a good interruption?

House of Lucky has a moment at the end of the first half where an incredibly drunk man collapses to the floor. When I lit this in 2001 there was a very slow light cue that faded to a blackout. Before the lights ever actually reached a total blackout they blasted back to a full brightness as our hero awakes with a severe headache. Interruption as focus.

Being a freelance lighting designer is a job that must manage interruptions. Discussions about the holocaust must shift on a dime to talking about a zombie musical. These are interruptions of the kind that everyone must deal with to greater or lesser degrees. This is a necessary element of modern life. Incorporating them into the realm of the aesthetic and deriving from them some kind of significance is a line of inquiry that has much room for exploration.

you can’t do that on television

Friday, August 11th, 2006

Ajax falls into a chair weeping as Athena leaves him with Odysseus looking on in fear and awe. A silence filled with the dim cold flicker of a television set tuned to nothing. A campfire in hell. Athena reenters transformed. The other two begin to morph and change. Another television fades in giving a dull glow to these three now circling an unknown center. Orbiting a mystery. They transform, now become chorus speaking fluidly from one to the next; birth, growth and decay in fast forward, they try to understand the horror they see before them. Unable to believe it is true.

Scandal.
Odysseus whispers it,
drops poison in every ear.
Oh, they believe him, easy, easy,
they pass along your shame, and laugh to hear it.
Who slanders little men?
Only the great are envied,
heroes, princes,
our bastions in battle.
Even there, in the clatter and roar of war,
spite yaps at their heels.

Damn I love rehearsal! It is always amazing to me to see these words come alive in the bodies and voices of the actors. To see the movement of the piece burst forth from the mind of a director. To see a hunch on my part turn out to be an incredibly strong choice.

Ajax presents a first for me. I have used a lot of “alternative lighting” sources in my work. It is something I have a little reputation for. But, until now I had never lit a show with televisions. That thin and pale blue light. The cold flicker like the flames of hell or madness, unsettling in its dance. Working in a rehearsal with lighting is a wonderful luxury. Even if only for a day or two, having the time to play along with the actors and director finding the shape of the work is a wonderful opportunity to have.

I have always loved the look of television light on people’s faces, or flickering on a window. It is one of the few truly random lights we ever get in our otherwise highly organized world. The flicker can mesmerize us. Millions sit transfixed by this dull flickering light for hours on end every day of the week. I have never been a big fan of watching television, with the sole exception of The Simpsons. While not a fan of the programming, I do truly love the light. It is very exciting for me to light a play with televisions.

We are not lighting the whole show exclusively with televisions mind you, but they are a primary mode of illumination. Enough to keep my reputation for “alternative lighting“. But truly they operate as a strict and necessary storytelling element. This tale of madness and despair can not be told without them. They are as necessary as a gun in Romeo + Juliet.

What is truly exciting to me is that Thursday evening, one of the actors mentioned how they were interested in exploring the televisions interrupting the action, an idea supported by the director and of course one that I find very engaging. Ajax is a perfect text to explore interruptions. Structurally the play is a series of interruptions and near interruptions. The psychological way in which the text is being staged calls even more specifically for such moments. What all will be possible in the workshop setting remains to be seen. But there is a lot of potential.

For the “open rehearsal” on Sunday we are only presenting a fragment of the piece. The intent of the event on Sunday is to find producers for an eventual full production in New York. We are also taping the run through to be sent to Sibiu Rumania for a production next summer. The rehearsal is open only to guests and at specific times. If readers here would be interested in attending please contact me and I can arrange for you to view the event.

Three Shows this Weekend

Thursday, August 10th, 2006

I have three shows opening this weekend. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Other than the Ajax they play for more than just the one day. Check the links for venue locations and times.

Unlucky Man opens Friday at 5pm. Performances are at the Harry De Jur Play House.

La Femme est Morte OR Why I should Not Fuck My Son opens Saturday at 2:45 pm at the Henry Street Experimental Theater

Ajax will have an open rehearsal on Sunday from 4pm to 8pm. Contact me if you are interested in attending.

Festivious

Wednesday, August 9th, 2006

Zay Amsbury is recently returned to New York and will be joining me for the opening of Unlucky Man this Friday evening. Anyone else want to come along?

Tech for Phaedra was last night and a bit rough. The light board is a manual and the show is very complex, though it will be much simplified by the opening on Saturday. Not having a computerized light board in such a limited situation is truly problematic. There is just no way to get any kind of complexity in the cueing. The dance numbers are reduced to one or two simple looks and there are few if any internal cues for the rather dynamic staging.

Ajax has hit a small snare. We had the proverbial rug pulled out from under our performance venue. And last I heard we have no definite space for the open rehearsal on Sunday.

I had a meeting with a director and producer for The Children, a musical comedy based on a zombie flick from 1980. It will be produced in the New York Musical Theater Festival in mid September.

And now, back to work.

Theorizing on Theory

Tuesday, August 8th, 2006

I got to thinking about this controversy Yesterday. What it comes down to ultimately is the difference between Theory and Praxis. Little Scotty is talking about theatre as Theory. And he may well be right. From within that perspective the need to create works, or even see works is reduced to nothing. So long as you can talk about the work and what it means, then ones opinion has full authority. Add to that a tenured teaching position and that opinion is inviolate.

But that is theory.

Regular readers here know that while I enjoy the intellectual games of theory, I could ultimately care less. What I am concerned with is the practice of art. I think most artists would ultimately fall into this camp. Brecht, an amazing theorist if ever there was one, was known to throw an assistant out of the rehearsal room for pointing out that he was violating one of his theories. Why? Because he was creating.

Further, much of his theory was derived from his work. That is, after creating he would sit back and try to make sense of what it is he had done. I love pictures of my work, but I am never under the illusion that it is the work itself. It is an echo of the work. Theory is at best an echo of an echo. It is a blurred distortion that does more to hide than reveal its stated object of inquiry.

This is what Scotty did in his latest attempt at salvaging some semblance of dignity. He claimed that being an insulting asshole is equivalent to a theatre of revolt. That he is some kind of enlightened provacateur. That slapping someone and saying “Just kidding” is somehow a model for professional adult behaviour. Sadly this objectification of his existence fails as much as anything else. A large vocabulary and library do not make up for being a rude, insensitive, jerk with no social skills who find it clever to act like a five year old. My nephew is more mature than this.

This weekend I have three shows opening. Unlucky Man in the Yellow Cap, Why I should not Fuck my Son and Ajax. These are all incredibly limited situations in terms of technical rehearsals and they require a whole set of organization and thinking that runs directly in the face of everything I was taught at school. I spent all night programming light cues that I will not see until tomorrow. I have no idea what they will look like, but in the limited situation it is the only way to actually make the work.

Last night, I was talking through the play with my writer/director of the Phaedra adaptation, Why I should not Fuck my Son. Trying to figure out how we were going to take this complex pop culture musical and make it work at the fringe. She was saying that before she began rehearsals she thought the play was one thing and by the end of rehearsals it was something else entirely. This is the difference between theory and praxis. Had she stayed the course of the theory the play would be weak and one dimensional. Now it is a complex, vibrant and immediate critique of celebrity culture within a society at war. Sound familiar? No amount of theory could have made the work what it is. Theory had to be abandoned, just as I had to abandon the theory to light this and my other two pieces this weekend.

Theory is inherently cold and derivative. This is why a lot of people do not like it. But there is the theory born directly from experience and action, and the theory loosely drawn from other theory. This is the difference between Brecht and a book about Brecht.

I remember a conversation with my girlfriend once trying to explain graduate school to her. She asked me, with her background in medicine and anthropology, “who do you study?” And I replied that I studied with Robert Wierzel, Allen Lee Hughes, ML Geiger, John Conklin, Paul Steinberg, Susan Hilferty, Ann Bogart, etc. etc. “But what do you study?” Meaning theories and histories. It took a while to explain that they were the theorists, if one can say that. But its not theory, they are just imparting their experience. We are looking at some design problem and they do not bring in books, but their own experience in the theatre, their own aesthetics and techniques and apply them to solving the problem.

This is why I take issue with academic training for something like theatre. One can not learn art in books. One can learn ideas in books. One can learn context in books. But art can be learned only through practice. It is a verb. I do not like seeing my work after a show has already opened, unless there is a particularly strong performance, because once it is set, for me it is over. Seeing a Jackson Pollack hang in a museum is one of the greatest ironies I have ever seen. Action painting reduced to object. Or a ‘Critical Edition’ of Kerouac. Verb reduced to noun.

This is the danger of our modern consumerist culture. The reduction of action to object. The reification of the mutable spirit of humanity to some kind of quantifiable object for consumption. But now I am just theorizing, and I have work to do.

The Power of Technology

Friday, August 4th, 2006

I truly do not understand how people worked in the theatre before cell phones. I have three shows opening next week. Two for the fringe and one an open rehearsal of a piece in progress. The tech times for these are scattered about the week and very VERY brief. The Unlucky Man in the Yellow Cap opens Friday, Why I should not Fuck my Son opens Saturday, and the open rehearsal for Ajax is on Sunday. It’s a lot to keep in one’s head.

So of course while I am running around town for rehearsals and meetings and so forth yesterday, things are being rescheduled and I am trying to keep it all in my head. Without being able to get in touch with people while walking form a meeting to the subway I am not sure I could get it all coordinated. I am quite amazed at how efficient technology can make us. It is possible to do almost literally hundreds or thousands more tasks in a day because of the ease of technology. Imagine, whoever came up with the idea of taking those heavy rocks and putting them on top of a wood plank with some round stones underneath. Genius! And it just keeps going.

Lighting design is so dominated by technology one might think I would get sick of it. Perhaps at times I do. But all in all I just find it so fascinating. The complex things that are possible to do with computerized lighting systems is just astounding. The myriad shifting and transforming hues and intensities of a sunset can be quite accurately recreated. The subtle transformations throughout the day can be minutely dissected and brought to life on the stage.

All this available technology and three shows that could strongly benefit from it and yet, the restrictions of a festival setting essentially remove any of that wonderful benefit. The Phaedra adaptation is a kind of wacky Mash-Up Musical that truly calls for complex and sophisticated lighting, but it will most likely receive the bare minimum. The Man in the Yellow Cap also a kind of musical, has a kind of specificity and delicacy that is difficult if not impossible to maintain in a festival setting. Ajax, while not part of a festival, has similar limitations, at least in terms of budget for a workshop.

Every time I am faced with these kinds of limitations I am reminded of the degree to which every piece demands its own specific approach. Every play, or opera, or musical demands that it be treated in a unique way. The color pallet is different and the angles are different and the sense of time is different. Producing much of anything in a repertory situation like these is always a compromise of the most unfortunate variety. It is an extreme compromise of aesthetics in favor of economics and efficiency.

The issue of time always exists in the theatre. There is never enough. That is simply a reality of the field. But there is “not enough time” and then there is insufficient time to do the work. Even one day or a half a day of technical rehearsals allows one to get some kind of shape to a piece. But only a few hours gets you rough illumination. Not allowing any real specificity precludes any true creative expression.

This is a frustrating but always present aspect to the festival situation. I have done many of these and they all tend towards variations of the same thing. Some better, some worse, but all in all a real pain for anyone honestly interested in creating strong beautiful works.

Looking in another direction, this looks like an interesting use of technology in theatre. I am still very glad not to be returning to SF Opera this season and instead focusing more fully on my design work. And now, back to work.

The Prayer of Ajax

Thursday, July 6th, 2006

Avenging Furies, help me,
grave Furies who bestride the world,
forever virgin, who supervise all mortal pain,
witness. The sons of Atreus have destroyed my life
evil for evil, snatch them down to Hell,
let them die as I do now. Come now!
Be quick, be just, and glut yourselves on Greeks.
–Sophocles, Ajax

In his final moments, Ajax sends a prayer to the gods. He laments his fate and prays for a quick death. The quick death is granted sure enough. But there is another part of his prayer. A curse upon the souls of the Greek army who betrayed him. He asks for the just deaths of Agamemnon and Menelaus. The two brothers who are responsible for his first shame, losing the armor of Achilles, that led to his rage and madness, the cause of his second shame.

Agamemnon dies horribly at the hands of his wife upon his return to Argos. His swift return home lends an even more pathetic element to his swift and brutal death. Menelaus we know lives on to old age. His suffering is old age with a woman he knows loves someone else, who would leave him but for force of arms. In a way Ajax does get his wish granted, the sons of Atreus suffer pain and humiliation at least equal to his own.

There is no forgiveness in Ajax. His final prayer is of a man so consumed with pride that even at the moment of his own suicide he thinks only of that. While he recognizes his misery, he fails to learn the true folly of that pride and continues to hope for retribution within a logic system that does not value pride. With his suicide we see a man whose pride quite literally killed him.

I reread the play while Arvo Part’s Sarah Was Ninety Years Old pounds away incessantly. Hollow. Vacant. As I reach the suicide of Ajax, the drums give way to the organ and the sky is opened up in possibility. The drums return, but now transformed. They support the voice calling out with divine grace, the gong beats and silence. The voices return but are in some way almost hidden. They must struggle to be heard. Ethereal. Transformed.

These are Ajax’ last words on earth: whatever else I say only the Dead will hear.

Parabolic Hyperbole and Minimal Lyricism

Thursday, June 29th, 2006

In Tragedy we cannot imitate several lines of actions carried on at one and the same time; we must confine ourselves to the action on the stage and the part taken by the players. But in Epic poetry, owing to the narrative form, many events simultaneously transacted can be presented; and these, if relevant to the subject, add mass and dignity to the poem.
Aristotle, The Poetics

One gets the sense reading Ajax that Sophocles was trying to break free from the conventions of the Dramatic Literature of his time through the bifurcation of the story he was telling. Ajax at once falls too neatly into two different sections for a dramatist as skilled as Sophocles to not be doing this intentionally. Further, the work feels like a mirror, or perhaps a parabola, extending infinitely in either direction from the event of the death of Ajax.

The death of Ajax is like a node where all the events from the first half flow to and all the events of the second half derive from. Blanchot does everything Sophocles wishes he could do. Yet in a way Sophocles does attain to this degree of effort. Ajax’s death is marked by the words of farewell a lover might give their beloved. He bids farewell to the sun and the earth, his father and his wife after asking forgiveness and pity from Zeus and the Furies. It is a ceremonial farewell spoken with words held as in religious ceremony, only to end the speech with a mildly ironic turn of phrase, “These are Ajax’ last words on earth: whatever else I say only the Dead will hear.”

Yet if we remember, we are but phantoms, “we’re counterfeits, we mortals, we’re shadows, blown on the wind.” Even in the certain actions of Sophocles we are uncertain, for we are but shadows. The madness of Ajax that brought us to this place of dramatic revelation could be continuing still. All action is become suspect. We know no more than Blanchot’s narrator if the ground we stand upon be true. The uncertainty of life continues to the uncertainty of death. The Hero turned base scoundrel and madman is persecuted by his own mind in life only to find exoneration and vindication in death. His worst enemy in life becomes his savior in death.

Unlike Blanchot’s Madness of Day where the destination is of far less importance than the journey, or Antigone where we watch two unwavering characters act out a battle of will, Ajax takes us on a journey that can only lead to despair and yet we do not. We can not despair. For Ajax was not a hero until vindicated in death. In life his deeds of the utmost bravery were ignored because of the clever words of Odysseus. His vengeful anger at this oversight triggered a madness that reduced him to little more than a common criminal. His suicide was neither noble nor redemptive. It was a cowardly act perpetrated by a man cornered in desperation. At the moment of his death he was no hero. He was the opposite of hero. He was in fact the most miserable character that could possibly be.

The very force of his fall was also cause for his restoration and redemption. His plight so extreme, he could only be raised to the highest of heights allowable to a mortal man. He is the opposite of Blanchot’s narrator, who through his too human suffering can go nowhere but back to where he began. Another aspect of this tension is alluded to by George. It is the play between poetry and prose, between literality and metaphor, madness and clarity that gives power to these works.

Ajax appears to achieve escape velocity from his prescribed fate and arrives in death a Hero. In mirroring his fall from grace, by showing us the opposite action in the second half of the play we are constantly reminded of the fall as we watch the ascent. In this way the two events, that lie upon a temporal spectrum, are compressed into a single experiential moment. Life and death and rebirth exist at one and the same time. We are able to see the Hero walk across the stage only after his mortal self has been taken from our world. Ajax is become immortal as Blanchot’s narrator becomes eternal. All of time and experience are compressed into this single moment, and for that instant, we too are forever.


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