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two songs
1. for rapid response team this weekend..
“By some measures of economic performance, the United States has been in a recession since 1975”
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/editorial/outlook/5622455.html
33 years
Christ was a carpenter, lived to be thirty-three
I work in an office and I have a pHD
Now I’m not the son of God but sometimes I just don’t see
What’s wrong with me
Christ fed his disciples with bread and with fish
Don’t ask me out to dinner. I can’t afford a dish
Unless it’s made by chef boy ar dee
What’s wrong with me?
I’m two hundred thousand dollars in debt
Last week I was so poor I had to eat my pet
Next week I’m gonna have to sell the television set
What’s wrong with me?
All my life I’m feeling less than
Now I know it’s been recession
It’s not my fault
I’ll quit my second guessin’
All my life
it’s been recession
I can’t afford to live here no more
I don’t have enough money for my very own floor
Nevermiond the walls or the heat.
What’s wrong with me?
All my life I’m feeling less than
Now I know it’s been recession
It’s not my fault
I’ll quit my second guessin’
All my life
it’s been recession
2. this is something I just wrote for Flux Theatre Ensembles' Midsummer project. I got Puck who I once played in 8th grade. It turns out he's sort of a dick. warning: explicit content.
PUCK
In the woods in the woods
We play in the woods
Where the wine runs like rivers
And all the sex is always good.
Where the dancing is delicious
And prancing all auspicious
It’s fine if you dine
With the wine and the bitches
Don’t sort it out too mortal
With your head like an ass
People make me chortle
Always rolling on the grass
First you loving that one
Then you’re loving that
Snap of my fingers
You be switching dick for twat
It’s systemical, chemical,
Polemical
It ain’t none of that
I find you hysterical
Your love is clerical, empirical
Not a miracle
Here one day
then whereitgo?
Don’t tell me about your love
“It’s true as can be”
Love’s not from above
Ain’t no destiny
Don’t mess with me
I can put my finger on it
Hell I’ll put in three
You’ll forget who you love
When you’re rubbing up with--
“Oh, Puck you so horny.”
All the elves and the faeries
Be staying up all night
Oberon says bend over
You say iz this right?
You branded with Titania
But you’re standing in the clover
And if Oberon’s in the clover on you
Then you better bend right over.
And your lover
Where’s your lover
When your shins are in the grass?
He’s under someone other
With his dick in someone’s ass
Is he thinking bout you?
No, he’s thinking bout some lass
But listen up I’ll school you
And I don’t mean I’ll tool you
But if you’re hot from this lot
Hear me out, I’ll cool you
Your sucks and your fucks
are always in flux
Get your rocks off on cocks
Or your socks off with bucks
but you know where flux stops
It stops with Puck.
Puck Puck Puck
Get in the car.
Lord what fools these mortals are
Mar 20, 2008
RRT this wekend--I wrote a song
Dearest Friends,
We're back for some Easter Sunday mayhem, and to sweeten the deal we
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Bowery Poetry Club
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And don't forget to check out our website for archives, past shows and more!
Isaac
salaries
Ken breaks it down again
http://kendavenport.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/03/the-price-of-be.html
How much does the AD of your favorite theater make?
The $200 billion bail-out for predator banks and Spitzer charges are intimately linked
This week, Bernanke’s Fed, for the first time in its history, loaned a selected coterie of banks one-fifth of a trillion dollars to guarantee these banks’ mortgage-backed junk bonds. The deluge of public loot was an eye-popping windfall to the very banking predators who have brought two million families to the brink of foreclosure.
Up until Wednesday, there was one single, lonely politician who stood in the way of this creepy little assignation at the bankers’ bordello: Eliot Spitzer.
h/t daisey http://www.mikedaisey.com/
Mar 18, 2008
Ken points us to this post by Marsha Norman
An anonymous comment there struck me:
I’m a playwright who has recently had a number of high profile productions. I’m considered a reasonably “hot” “emerging” talent. One play of mine was savaged by a reviewer in this this very paper just a few months ago.
Not to be grousy or precious but I have in fact sacrificed an enormous lot for the American Theatre. I have virtually no security — financial or otherwise. I don’t have a permanent home. I live like a monk, basically. I endure routine humiliations in the development circuit, by Artistic Directors who foist lots of bad ideas on me - the list is pretty endless. So to finally get to the point where i actually GET a production — in a country that has virtually no support for the arts and a pretty paltry theatre culture overall — and then be flicked off like a bug by the only paper with “power” was enough to send me packing to L.A. — where critics actually have relatively little power, and you can make more than three thousand dollars per production (!).
The critic may not be able to keep Journey’s End open, but he can sure disrupt the careers of the best and brightest talents out there: Itamar Moses, Rinne Groff, Anne Washburn, Francine Volpe, Lucy Thurber, Ann Marie Healy, Jason Grote, Jordan Harrison…and the list goes on and on. In another era or country these people would be the future of theatre — but we may never get to see their best works, because they’ll all be writing for movies and television. The system is broken and it is very sad.
— Posted by X
I can't help but agree. These people (and more) are the future of theater. And theater is a place where there is no longer even the hint of a living and where if you do finally get a play up, you are most likely going to be torn down in the paper of note. I have been very lucky in the reviews I have received, but I have not had a high profile production yet. I am hungry for such a production, but at the same time I'm dreading what I've seen happen over and over to playwrights, especially young playwrights.
This is not something new. I've heard it said over and over. Playwright X could be almost anyone. And it is enough to cause you to pack it up and head to LA where it might be possible to feed and clothe yourself, maybe buy a house one day, have some money saved so you don't have to hustle forever.
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