Here I am in lovely Pasadena, after having seen the beautiful West Coast premiere of 1001 at Boston Court. It was a great night, milling around the lobby semi-anonymously, jet-lagged, overcaffienated, and a little drunk. I wonder if that's why I and others get so down on theater so often - it's impossible to reproduce that triumphant endorphin rush when one isn't at an opening night, so the whole thing feels ephemeral and a little depressing. I'm sure other artists feel this too, but instead of being left with a film, book, album, or whatever when it's all over, all I'll have left is the script and some reviews. Speaking of the script, I think I heard the last few things I can cut (one of them a joke I've cherished for years because it made Erin Courtney crack up in the Soho Rep Lab back in 2005 and I hear her great laugh every time the line is spoken - but, unfortunately, I never hear anyone else's laugh, great or otherwise). Time for publication? We'll see!! I also had an interview with L.A. Weekly's Stephen Leigh Morris, one of our better theater writers, whose work I've read on and off for a while now. Hopefully I made sense.
Also got to see Lorraine's awesome thesis reading at the New School two nights ago. I didn't like it. I LOVED IT!!!
Plus Michael Feingold just friended me on Facebook, which is kind of great.
Anyway, I'm feeling on top of the world this morning, in a gorgeous apartment, listening to Benjamen Walker's show on WFMU, and I'm ready to take on the world again. You hear that, world? Your ass is mine!
2 comments:
Which joke is about to get the ax?
the tongue twister in the Yahya scene. It used to be 3 times as long, but it was much funnier then - now I think it's just got to go.
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