I took the subway up to our gig opening for DMB at MSG.
There was a box of toys in our dressing room. Inexplicably.
That most venerable of hippie towns.
All that Post-It Note Art that Scrap, McNeal, Handsome Dan, Chuck and I festooned the tour bus with is being auctioned for charity. See here.
Saw Sweeney Todd last night. What an incredible piece of music. And in this production, the cast are the orchestra, leading to the surreal question: Who the fuck knew Patti LuPone could play the tuba?
Then went to Otto, the Mario Batali joint, and ate ridiculously good cheese, and then their signature olive oil ice cream which is as delicious as it is baffling.
So it’s 3 am, all the actors–having been Polaroided and divided up among the playwrights–left hours ago, and we, the 6 writers on the 24 Hour Plays are busily typing. The directors show up at 7 am, the actors at 8:30 am. And the plays go up at 8 pm!
I just finished a draft, gonna print it out and have a look-see. I have so much coffee in me I may very well die.
I think I actually dig xMas.
This has not been the case since I recieved the Death Star playset in 1978. Or, perhaps, Yar’s Revenge for the Atari 2600 in 1983.
Hey, I’m a playwright on The 24 Hour Plays again. It’s on Monday night at 8 pm. Fun for all. Clicky linky for location and etc.
Sometimes when I’m feeling restless, I sit around searching for old friends on MySpace.