Thursday, March 28, 2013

Kiss Me Like A Stranger

I just read Gene Wilder's book Kiss Me Like A Stranger: My Search For Love and Art.

Like I JUST read it. All. In one sitting. I ate it like cake. I want love and art too. Too much.

It's an excellent book, conversational, blunt, open. He talks about Gilda, though not how I expected.

I shouldn't have read it so fast. I need a place to put my brain to keep it from chewing its wounds like a dog.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Witchcraft and Folk Music

Quite out of ideas, I wrote the things I needed to let go of on a white sheet of paper and lit that shit on goddamned fire.


Sunday, March 24, 2013

Vulnerability

Wow. I came back to blog in my blog only to find my last post was a year ago TO THE DAY. I was about to barrel into Clown Block.

Oh to hop in my TARDIS and return to that day.

The year that has followed it has contained the highest professional highs and the lowest personal lows of my life. I lied. I cheated. I probably stole. I let the shame of it tear me completely apart. But as my therapist (and pinterest) have said, rock bottom is a good place from which to build your new life. And hey, I didn't end up dead or in jail, so, you know. Hope.

So now I'm creating my first original piece of theatre. I'm of course terrified it'll be exactly the sort of thing I hate seeing at fringe festivals (I HAVE FEELINGS AND I'M GOING TO FEEL THEM AT YOU) but I'm tired of letting that fear stop me trying. I'm trying to learn how to let myself exist in the world. Oh wait - everyone should watch this.


This is my study now. Which means writing more here (even though I'm super crazy insecure!). It means creating work (see above! Aah!) It means being a better friend and a whole hearted person.




Sunday, March 25, 2012

I can't sleep, I'm too excited. Tomorrow I do something I've dreamed about since I heard it existed.

Happy Clown Eve everyone!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Chasing the Dragon

I was just listening to some La Bottine Souriante (www.bottinesouriante.com) and made a strange realization about a connection in my brain. Years ago I desperately wanted to make music because of the feeling it gave me. I tried a lot of instruments so I could be on the inside of the sound. The feeling that good clown gives me is the exact same feeling. Exact same chemical, location in the brain, and desire to be on the inside of it. To DO it, to provide it for others.
      It's a feeling that connects me to something, and maybe the only one that makes me feel, at my worst, like there's a reason for me on this planet.

Very strange that these very different things are the same. The Great Big Sea feeling is the same as the Geoff Hoyle feeling?
Must make it more.

This song helped me get there today :
http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Walk+Humbly+Son/3ZhSjP?src=5

Which also makes me miss you, Miriam. <3


Wednesday, January 18, 2012

It&apos;s COMMEDIA BLOCK!

WE GOT WIFI!!!

CALLOO CALLAY! Only time will tell if this actually helps me post more, but it's certainly  a step in the right direction.

Right now for instance, I'm on my way to the school library to try to check out a copy of ACT's Taming of the Shrew, which was amazing, and then coloquium at seven and rehearsal at 8. I'm totally exhausted, if anyone out there had any suggestions or herbal elixirs for energy, send them my way. I feel all old over here.

At any rate: