Brown in Beirut: Back2Roots – Day 1 – A City on a Fence
Beirut, Middle East, Plays, Theatre, Writing
I can sum up what I’m about to talk about in this post through my experience of getting dinner tonight: I opted to walk to a place nearby because I…
Brown in Beirut: Back2Roots – The First Night
Beirut, Middle East, Plays, Theatre, Writing
I’m going to do my best to keep up with blogging daily as a partner piece to the videos I’ll be posting, but the wifi here is slow and I…
Gorgonae, Day 8 – Old Vic Workrooms
London, Plays, Theatre, Writing
Hump day has arrived. We dove into two of our five scenes today playing with sound, the mics, movement, and the text to figure out what works best. I have…
Gorgonae, Day 7 – Old Vic Workrooms
London, Plays, Theatre, Writing
I was surprisingly alert and with it given how little sleep I got last night. But, then again, I’m a notorious night owl who has learned to get by on…
Gorgonae, Day 6 – Old Vic Workrooms
Three weeks has flown by and now I’m back in the Old Vic Workrooms for the second and final week of working on my new piece Gorgonae. We built in…
For the Sake of Intriguing Opportunities
New York City, Plays, Theatre, Writing
This post is going to piss some people off. I may lose some friends in the process. But this has been eating at me for a while, especially today. And…
Gorgonae, Day 5 – The Old Vic Lab Workrooms
And so week 1 came to an end and my time with the intrepid trio, and Carla, and Kareem (our musician/sound dude). Things were just starting to rev up and…
Gorgonae, Day 4 – The Old Vic Lab Work Rooms
I thought this image was very appropriate for how I feel today about the work in the room. Pulled, twisted, constricted, and dramatic (complete with fabulous outturned elbow) with people…
Gorgonae, Day 3 – The Old Vic Lab Work Rooms
I’m late posting about our third day because I had to pour some gasoline on the fire to get enough pages written for our fourth day to see what I…
Gorgonae, Day 2 – The Old Vic Lab Work Rooms
Day 2 and I had a proper slept-through-the-alarm-like-a-teenager moment. It goes without saying that I was brain dead for the first hour or so of our discussions in the room, but I…