Blogging Bloodworks: Blaisdell

Sometimes folks ask me where the impulse for a script originates. Most of the time, I shrug and mumble because I don’t really have an answer. But for once, with this play, I do. Ready gang? Specific catalysts include: a weekend trip to Sonoma that I took this past fall with my best bud; a Contemporary Civilization's essay I wrote on MacKinnon, Williams, and Woolf; a half-memory of watching a friend play Agaue in the Columbia Classics Department production of The Bacchae, performed in Ancient Greek; and my mentor's continuous admonishment to write what terrifies you.

Oh, and of course strange internet articles like this minor religious sect that worships Vladimir Putin and coverage of contemporary feminist fringe groups.

In conclusion, if you're around tomorrow night at 7 PM, please do come & hear this play. The cast is terrific and if you don't like it, you can punch me in the arm.

Directed by Larissa Lury

With Bradley Anderson, Helen Coxe, Darcy Fowler, Abigail Gampel, Megan Hill, Zachary Marten, Eugene Oh, Jessica Lauren-Howell, Britt Lower, Socorro Santiago, and Will Turner

Seven ladies. Three dudes. 
A hunter, a bunny, and a pomegranate.
A rite to remember.

June 12th @ 7 PM
Ma-Yi Theater Space
260 West 35th Street, Suite 203 (between 7th and 8th Avenue)

(then stick around for a Patrick Link & Eric March musical at 9 PM)

Don't Stop Til You Get Enough

Do you want to write a play? Looking for an idea?

According to this, back on September 10, 2001, Michael Jackson had a concert at Madison Square Garden. He brought two of his best pals along with him--Elizabeth Taylor and Marlon Brando. The following day was September 11, 2001. Michael tried to have a private jet take the three of them somewhere far away...but they learned pretty quickly that that wasn't going to happen. So what happened?

Michael Jackson, Elizabeth Taylor, and Marlon Brando drove themselves to Ohio.

(Go ahead. Read that sentence again.)

Apparently this happened. Is it true? How can something that good not be true? Corey Feldman (who, I guess, chose not to leave with them, but was hanging with them the night before) says it's true, and I have no reason to not trust Corey Feldman. Regardless, truth spoils too much fun, so let's not even go there yet.

Do you think it would make a good play?

Three incredible characters....all great, all flawed, all iconic...but difficult, if not impossible, to cast.

Questions abound: Who drives? What do they listen to on the radio? What do they talk about? That's a long drive!

I don't know if it'll be a good play, but I know it won't be a play at all unless you write it. So if you're on the prowl for new play material and this rubs you the right way, go forth!

Just be sure to send me your pages.