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HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!
Mar. 22nd, 2007 01:08 amRight right right, it looks like work won't be a conflict, and so the very first ever one-man production of THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES: MY GRANDFATHER'S LAST WORDS is go.
I mean, it will be.
I mean, I gotta fill out that paperwork. Actually, I think I need to make an emergency appeal to the Rude Mechanicals Second Stage to get some funding for the show ($400 just for the Fringe folks, plus money for promotional material, as I'm going to need to somehow get people interested in my show). Then I need to fill out all the info, including thinking up intriguing blurbs and one-line descriptions, which was hard enough trying to do on the Onion Personals.
And then I need to write the thing. To go back to what I had, flesh it out, expand and refine it. Then I need to memorize it. Then I need to have a director hone my performance and/or beg some Speakeasy and/or Rude Mechanicals to workshop it out with me. And I need to figure out what (if any) sounds, music, lighting, and other such FX I'm going to need, or if I should just start with a chair, a mic, and maybe a beer and let it go from there. All while dancing around whatever other hoops the Fringe people will put me through.
All while I'm rehearsing and performing the title role in FAUSTUS. And doing my final scenes for Principles of Realism class. And maybe doing the 2nd lead role in that superhero film. And doing the Ass't Manager thing at the comic store, where business is fucking exploding ever since the competition moved. And sending THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES book into the literary agent. And mmmmmmaybe getting back to work on that Harvey Dent novel. And maybe, just maybe, a date or two, but we'll see about that when I get there.
Not that I'm complaining. No, while others waste their lives in the rat race and in front of their TVs and Hot Pockets, I prize my productive artistic life. Regardless... there's only one way to respond to the prospect of the next four months:
MASHED PUH-TATOES! GUH-RAY-VEE! AN' CRANBERRY SAUCE! WOOOOOOOO-OOOO!!!!!
...
Seriously, though. Anyone who knows what they hell they're doing in regards to doing this one-man Fringe show (as I know fucking nothing, your help would be so greatly appreciated.
I mean, it will be.
I mean, I gotta fill out that paperwork. Actually, I think I need to make an emergency appeal to the Rude Mechanicals Second Stage to get some funding for the show ($400 just for the Fringe folks, plus money for promotional material, as I'm going to need to somehow get people interested in my show). Then I need to fill out all the info, including thinking up intriguing blurbs and one-line descriptions, which was hard enough trying to do on the Onion Personals.
And then I need to write the thing. To go back to what I had, flesh it out, expand and refine it. Then I need to memorize it. Then I need to have a director hone my performance and/or beg some Speakeasy and/or Rude Mechanicals to workshop it out with me. And I need to figure out what (if any) sounds, music, lighting, and other such FX I'm going to need, or if I should just start with a chair, a mic, and maybe a beer and let it go from there. All while dancing around whatever other hoops the Fringe people will put me through.
All while I'm rehearsing and performing the title role in FAUSTUS. And doing my final scenes for Principles of Realism class. And maybe doing the 2nd lead role in that superhero film. And doing the Ass't Manager thing at the comic store, where business is fucking exploding ever since the competition moved. And sending THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES book into the literary agent. And mmmmmmaybe getting back to work on that Harvey Dent novel. And maybe, just maybe, a date or two, but we'll see about that when I get there.
Not that I'm complaining. No, while others waste their lives in the rat race and in front of their TVs and Hot Pockets, I prize my productive artistic life. Regardless... there's only one way to respond to the prospect of the next four months:
MASHED PUH-TATOES! GUH-RAY-VEE! AN' CRANBERRY SAUCE! WOOOOOOOO-OOOO!!!!!
...
Seriously, though. Anyone who knows what they hell they're doing in regards to doing this one-man Fringe show (as I know fucking nothing, your help would be so greatly appreciated.
