World Premiere Preview (July 2-4, 2009)

Almost forgot to post the Preview this week. Been too busy thinking about my freedoms and what have you.

Speaking of things that are free...well, speaking of things that are inexpensive, anyway...this Sunday is the first Sunday of the month, and we are continuing our monthly "pay-what-you-roll" anniversary promotion, when your admission will cost ONLY what you get on a six-sided die. We urge you to be in line by 6:15 on Sunday...these shows have been selling out!

Freedom also means that just because last week's die rolls told us to cut five, it didn't stop us from cutting seven. Jessica, Megan, Bilal, Steve, Caitlin, Tim, and John bring you these brand-new, American-made works of theatre:

• Stars. Stripes. Silence. Whitman. Silence. Smash. Stars. Stripes. (Jessica Anne)
• Throwing Candy @persiankiwi all must return (Tim Reid)
• hey dead celebrity, they're playin' our song (Megan Mercier)
• In a Bright Dusk (Steve Mosqueda)
• Reinventing The Chair (Steve Mosqueda)
• Half (Caitlin Stainken)
• Loser is the clown (Caitlin Stainken)

It's the 4th! Go barbecue some fireworks.

The time had come to remove a new classic from the Too Much Light Menu. Tim had suggested recording it's wonder. So on it's last weekend three different versions were recorded and put together in an amazing show of non-continuity. Look at their clothes change before your eyes!
This is Kurt's play Hate Yourself played to a song called Learned to Surf by Superchunk

"Aren't we all?"

THIS THURSDAY NIGHT ONLY at the Neo-Futurarium, watch as a man pretending to be Al Pacino pretending to be a police officer pretending to be gay gets down with his bad self in a staged presentation of a scene like this one:

CRUISING. Continuing It Came From The Neo-Futurarium VIII: Legend of the Neo-Futurarium!

Monday Mortuary (June 29, 2009)

This week the Mortuary brings you...

Wait.

Surely there is a better way to introduce these cut plays without sounding like the bloody Crypt Keeper.

I'll work on that.

One of the plays cut this past Sunday was Megan Mercier's text-less saga of connection and personal walls, i don’t know why i always do this, but i spend an awful lot of time thinking about it while doing temp work in a warehouse. Megan had this to say about the process of creating the piece and the process of staging it:

the script was written with kurt, but tim ultimately played the guy role for 3 out of the 4 weeks it ran.

i didn't write this ABOUT working in a warehouse, per se. it just so happened that, in my continuous course of spontaneous employment, i spent about four days working from 7am to 3pm as a temp at the Threadless warehouse during one of their summer blowout online sales. I walked up and down rows and rows of Threadless t-shirts, packing orders, and vacillating drastically between feeling like a waste of human being and feeling creatively charged by the mindless tasks. no one ever talked to one each other, even though we all worked together for a week. there was something about being so isolated that made me feel incredibly lonely and resentful. i spent that week feeling unaccomplished, unloved, a failure at connecting with other people and maintaining relationships. i tend to emotionally isolate myself as a way to stay out of other people's hair as well as protect myself from getting hurt, but it leads to a lot of guilt and missed connections. i was trying to write about that relationship and the staging became sort of relative to the environment i was working in. i don't like to rely on other people to do or feel anything for me, and therein lies the conflict.

this is a modified script reflecting how the play looked in the second week as opposed to the first. ironically, getting this play to flow was a minor trainwreck because i didn't want to rely on anyone else to move my set pieces for me in the transitions. originally, i moved the cheese mat between each section and the chairs because the point was that i'm always trying to control everything and end up screwing it up. this is exactly what happened in the shrunken world of the play which lead to incorporating three other cast members to help with transitions.

so yeah. art imitates life, i guess.

also, a cheese mat is a wedge shaped gym mat. apparently, "cheese mat" is a colloquialism from whatever holler i sprung out of.

On paper, then, this is what that play looked like:

i don’t know why i always do this, but i spend an awful lot of time thinking about it while doing temp work in a warehouse

megan mercier © 2009

“this time tomorrow” by the kinks plays.

PART ONE:

a large red cheese mat stands upstage center with a heart taped out on either side of it. one heart side faces the audience with a chair set under the left downspot and one set under the right downspot.

megan enters with a paper lunch bag and sits in the chair under the stage right spot. she opens it and takes out a sandwich. starts eating it. kurt walks in with an identical bag and sits in a chair under the stage left spot. he pulls out an identical sandwich and starts eating it. megan looks at him, awkward smile. he looks at her, she turns away. megan pulls out a carrot with the greens intact and starts eating it. kurt pulls out an identical carrot and starts eating it. kurt looks at her, awkward smile. she looks at him, he turns away. kurt and megan both pull out little bottles of milk, open them, put straws in them, and start blowing bubbles in the milk in a staggered fashion, each waiting to see if the other is going to do the same thing. let it establish before turning to look at each other and doing the same thing together. while still blowing the bubbles in their milk, they stand and walk towards each other center as the red light swells before all lights dim.

TRANSITION:

cheese mat is turned so that it creates a wall between kurt & megan. the chairs are pulled in closer on either side of the mat.

PART TWO:

kurt enters the same as before and notices the big red heart. he goes through each motion the same as before. only checking with each bite to see if megan is doing the same thing, which she never does (she holds each object as he does and in the moment after he looks, she peaks around the mat. he does not see her. one by one, she throws her companion prop off stage right as kurt eats them. when he still doesn’t see her, he charges at the mat with megan standing on the other side to brace it so that he bounces off. this happens 3 times. after the third time, kurt gets the sandwich & carrot and tapes them one at a time into the heart. he turns his side of the mat to show megan but she has already stood up and is exiting stage right. he leaves stage left blowing bubble in his milk.

TRANSITION:

mat turns so that the side with the lunch items tacked to it faces toward the audience. chairs are pulled immediate side by side in front of the mat.

PART THREE:

megan enters the same as the first time, she sits in the center in one of the chairs. she goes through all the actions, each time looking to see if kurt is coming, which he never does. (there should be a blue light if we can manage it). music fades as megan turns facing the audience, so that there is a moment where the only sound is her blowing bubbles into the milk. lights fade to black as megan sits alone.

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Excuse me, Bilal. I also wanted to include in this Monday Mortuary an item from Youtube. I wasn't originally going to cut this piece which was inspired by this found video, but in the end, it was time for it to go. Anyway, I don't feel the need to put the script for "My New Youtube Hero or The Day Hell Bent For Leather" on this blog. Suffice it to say, I got to kiss both Tim and Kurt, and I let them totaly destroy my first Ovation acoustic guitar. Here is the youtube video that inspired my piece. I in no way meant to make fun of this "dude." I was looking for a classic documentary of a metal band that was shocked on film being told that their heavy metal hero was gay, Rob Halford from Judas Priest, but instead of finding that gem, I found this fellow amongst the metal men himself defending his (and my) heavy metal icon. And I thought that that was daring and ultimately comical.
- John Pierson

World Premiere Preview (June 26-28, 2009)

We've been telling you all week about tonight's Film Fest opening. If you don't know by now, you aren't reading this, either, so there's no point in pitching it again.

This week's Too Much Light, however...

Four brand-new plays, brought to you by John, Phil, Megan, Bilal, Tim, Caitlin, Jessica, and Steve.

• He Came In Through The Bathroom Window (Steve Mosqueda)
• For Sale (Jessica Anne)
• Pardon Me, Do You Happen To Be Talking About Steve Mosqueda? (John Pierson)
• Prolific is a word also used to describe serial killers. (Bilal Dardai)

Special shouts-out to our Neos participating in Chicago's Pride 5k and Parade this weekend, and to the NY Neos for their Pride Show benefiting Marriage Equality New York!

Dude. I totally had a phone interview with Vanilla Ice.

Read this. Then watch a staged reading of this at the Neo. Tomorrow night. 8 p.m.

Preview

Face the music, then I'm right behind
With a posse, a mic, and a funky rhyme
It doesn't take a lot of time for me to climb
When I'm going for mine, I'm like a monkey on a vine.
Goin' up a scale and I will prevail
Sharper than the point on the tip of a nail
Movin' with the speed of a thief on the run
My mic is my gun my posse's the one
Ready for fun but also for static
Anything breaks and they're going automatic
I've had it with suckas who try to get paid
Sayin' they're teaching but not making
The grade--they're played.
I'm the teacher, man, you're the student
Close your ears if you feel you're prudent
And can't deal with the lyrics I'm steppin' with
But they're the lines the people are gettin' with
A lessen well taught, here's some more advice
I don't sweat it on the mic
'Cause I'm Cool as Ice

- Vanilla Ice

Just Add Ice.

Get wit it. Buy your tickets now!

Monday Mortuary (June 22, 2009)

The die only gave us a three to replace this week, and one of those plays that landed on the chopping block was All feelings have cycles, but not all cycles have feelings., a somber play with brief moments of edgy humor, written by Caitlin Stainken (who celebrated her first full year as a Neo-Futurist this past weekend; congratulations, Caitlin).

For reasons that are her own, Caitlin has this play saved on her computer with the document title "All feelings have circles but not all circles have feelings."

When Mary stepped out of the show and consequently this play, I was tapped to jump into it for this past weekend. (The play only happened twice. I only got my lines right once.) When Caitlin first sent me a copy of the script to memorize, she accidentally sent me an unproposed rough draft that contained only the following line:

All feelings have circles but not all circles have feelings. Consider Lust.

The final version, below, has nothing to do with lust, that I can tell. One is left to wonder what play she was actually planning to write before the play she wrote hijacked her title. Maybe it will come forward later, and maybe it will never come forward at all.

All feelings have cycles, but not all cycles have feelings.

Caitlin Stainken © 2009

(Caitlin, Mary & John all sitting in chairs next to each other, center stage. As they say the first words they put their heads down, hands clasped in front of them, as though waiting or praying. They put their heads up to speak and then go back down again. Take time with lines but no time between them.)

JP: Hope.

MF: Anxiety.

CS: Love.

CS: The baby came. Instead of the natural vaginal home delivery she had planned, it was an emergency C section. The father was supposed to be there but was not. I was supposed to be there but was not. The baby is very sick.

MF: It just goes to show that whatever dreams you envision for the life of your child, reality is altogether unconcerned with those. And if most people’s lives are any indication, the child’s life will probably continue on in this way, this series of disappointments.

JP: The Shortest Story Ever Told, by Ernest Hemmingway

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

CS: There will be an operation to fix the heart. The baby will be fine in time, but for now she must go on living on her back, breathing through tubes, in a clear plastic box. We will come and pet her as often as we can; there are volunteer cuddlers that will be there when we cannot

MM on VO: (Grocery store sounding) “Cuddler #4401, please apply affection to infant #33424 in aisle 6.”

(beat)

MF: The cycle of nature would have taken this child and we are compelled to fight that cycle, science our single weapon, and suddenly we are at war where we dreamt of sweet harmony. Violence takes the place of patience in this battle to keep the firstborn from the forest witch.

CS: She is the elephant on the block at 9lbs1oz, the only full term infant among a sea of fetal preemies basking like little old folks under their heat lamps. Those babies won’t go home for 6 months or more. She could be home in one.

(Heads up & stay up with each of the following.)

JP: Hope.

MF: Anxiety.

CS: Love.

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