Don John- Kneehigh Theatre

buschovski again

buschovski too

benji is rad

Gurdjieff (Peter Brook 1979)

well we're stuck out here in portland with little money, no food, and my ear infection medicine is dwindling.
there are scheduling problems all over the place, the in-laws are stressed and we're all craving intimacy.
there are four giant dogs living in this house, and two cats-one of whom screams...seriously holding notes for extended periods. it would be impressive if it were not so grating. brother runs to the airport at least once a day to drop off or pick up his wife, who is some sort of drug runner. I stay here with the dogs and watch youtube, plotting my next great victory.

let's all come to piece with the rowdy and roughhewn nature of this project. let's hope a week is enough rehearsal. please god let's hope.

True West-Steppenwolf (Malkovich and Sinise)

bidness

i need a managing director, stat.

mi hermano manana

my horoscope is weird for the month of june. strange threats of horsy archers disturbing me and mine. and then there is the whole immanent houseless sitch. and the lack of paperskrill, and the huge task of building an army with which to build the always and aforementioned empire.

well...not that you mention it but...the army is coming along well. a small core of active initiative takers are emerging. gangsters who specialize in making things happen. this will be good. hard work and crazy-making but good good good. the first thing, the ionesco, i have total faith in. i have faith it will be good and i have faith it will be fun. the next thing, the thomthom, i am feeling stuck on. need to generate material but...brickwall and no helmet.

at present i am sitting on a terrace in british columbia. mi hermano joins me on the morrow. goodie goodie.

ok. shut up and go to sleep, right?