Human Rights for All Humans!

579157_10151350029172548_1376665203_nSometimes we need to read the Declaration of Independence to understand the oppression, unhappiness and inequality our forefathers endured in this country.  Our statement on human rights is based on the second paragraph.  At the end of the day, don’t we want to strive for fairness and equality? Don’t we want to live in harmony? Don’t we want to live without fear?

I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about today but I felt inspired by the sea of red on Facebook today.  And even though I didn’t want to it in school, I am glad that I memorized the first part of the Declaration of Independence! And I am glad that I read it once again today.

To Marriage Equality!

 

The Declaration of Independence of the Thirteen Colonies
In CONGRESS, July 4, 1776

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. –That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. —Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain [George III] is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us, in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty and perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by the Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

The signers of the Declaration represented the new states as follows:

New Hampshire

Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton

Massachusetts

John Hancock, Samuel Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry

Rhode Island

Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery

Connecticut

Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott

New York

William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris

New Jersey

Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark

Pennsylvania

Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross

Delaware

Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean

Maryland

Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton

Virginia

George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton

North Carolina

William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn

South Carolina

Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton

Georgia

Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton

Reflection

3529_10151366040714422_506576816_nThis year’s trip to Trinidad was different than last year’s spiritual awakening. I was very sick with the flu when I left snowy New York.  Being sick on vacation can put a damper on plans but I actually found it to be refreshing. Hmm, maybe not refreshing but relaxing.  I had no choice but to slow down and rest. Even though we hit the beach and did some sight-seeing,  I just slept and hung out with my dad and family.

I learned a lot about myself such as :

  1. I actually do not like to be very busy.
  2. I commit to too many projects and duties.
  3. I don’t take enough time for myself.
  4. I tend to do things to please others.
  5. I force my thoughts than let them flow.
  6. I want so much out of life that I complicate life.
  7. I really and truly can’t imagine my life without my family and theatre.
  8. I have to listen to my body when it says slow down.
  9. Though I am a proud New Yorker, I just don’t like the snow and winter.  I like the warmth. I love the beach.
  10. I have very strong roots and amazing ancestry.

So this vacation was about reflection.  In order to be truly successful, I have to be to be passionate. True passion for me is being specific. I can’t be passionate about everything or else nothing is special. And that’s what came to me in my quiet time.

Now to plan the next retreat!

Rest, Relaxation and Questions

b13c064dbf28a0a9246a78640dce9bdc-bpfullAs I battle the end of this flu on this lovely vacation, I would be lying if I said that I have been care-free and fancy-free with thoughts of life back in New York. If anything, this flu (the first in over a decade) has totally laid me out. The fever, the chills, the extreme exhaustion and constant coughing has me thinking about how did I let myself be susceptible. Granted everyone has been sick this winter. Flu season affects most but I know that I was a contributing factor to getting this sick.

After the EstroGenius Festival 2012  closed in December, I took a month off to enjoy some down time and the holidays. However, once 2013 rang in, I started to schedule my projects, speaking engagements, rehearsals, meetings, conferences, vacations. I knew that I was coming to Trinidad this week, so I made sure that I had everything set before I left New York. In doing that I really didn’t leave much time for rest. I also didn’t take into consideration that my newest project was going to require extensive homework and brain power. I also didn’t think that one of my projects was not going to be rewarding. That’s okay though. Live and learn.

As  I try to let my thoughts run free in this amazing mellow environment, I find myself observing how no one seems to be under pressure. I put myself under pressure. The two thoughts that have played in my mind are:

  1. Where do I see myself in 5 years?
  2. Why do I get involved in projects where I say, “I have x amount of time before this is over .

Question 2 has answered itself. My major projects of 2013 have me filled with excitement: EstroGenius 2013 and Imaginary. My other projects are awaiting their turn in the limelight.

As for Question 1…that used to be the easiest for me to answer in the past. I honestly can’t answer that question right at this minute. My default answer is sitting on a beach writing poetry. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that today because it is raining.

Hopefully, I’ll have a semblance of an answer by the time I get back to New York City. And hopefully, I’ll remember to schedule time to take care of myself.

 

 

A Never-Ending Dream

DCIM100SPORTI am off to the Caribbean for some R&R&R (Rest & Relaxation & Rejueventation) and maybe, some adventure. This week I came across Ang Lee’s personal story of pursuing his dream.  I can identify with him as I am a West-Indian woman who as a young girl, hitting cattle calls, didn’t see anyone like me. However, like Ang, I keep going. I know that I will fulfill my goals and my dreams will come true.  My past bloggers have been so inspirational and I thank Ian, Dawn, Kate and Ang for being their best selves.

And here’s Ang Lee’s A Never-Ending Dream

“In 1978, as I applied to study film at the University of Illinois, my father vehemently objected. He quoted me a statistic: ‘Every year, 50,000 performers compete for 200 available roles on Broadway.’ Against his advice, I boarded a flight to the U.S. This strained our relationship. In the two decades following, we exchanged less than a hundred phrases in conversation.

Some years later, when I graduated film school, I came to comprehend my father’s concern. It was nearly unheard of for a Chinese newcomer to make it in the American film industry. Beginning in 1983, I struggled through six years of agonizing, hopeless uncertainty. Much of the time, I was helping film crews with their equipment or working as editor’s assistant, among other miscellaneous duties. My most painful experience involved shopping a screenplay at more than thirty different production companies, and being met with harsh rejection each time.

That year, I turned 30. There’s an old Chinese saying: ‘At 30, one stands firm.’ Yet, I couldn’t even support myself. What could I do? Keep waiting, or give up my movie-making dream? My wife gave me invaluable support.

My wife was my college classmate. She was a biology major, and after graduation, went to work for a small pharmaceutical research lab. Her income was terribly modest. At the time, we already had our elder son, Haan, to raise. To appease my own feelings of guilt, I took on all housework – cooking, cleaning, taking care of our son – in addition to reading, reviewing films and writing scripts. Every evening after preparing dinner, I would sit on the front steps with Haan, telling him stories as we waited for his mother – the heroic huntress – to come home with our sustenance (income).

This kind of life felt rather undignified for a man. At one point, my in-laws gave their daughter (my wife) a sum of money, intended as start-up capital for me to open a Chinese restaurant – hoping that a business would help support my family. But my wife refused the money. When I found out about this exchange, I stayed up several nights and finally decided: This dream of mine is not meant to be. I must face reality.

Afterward (and with a heavy heart), I enrolled in a computer course at a nearby community college. At a time when employment trumped all other considerations, it seemed that only a knowledge of computers could quickly make me employable. For the days that followed, I descended into malaise. My wife, noticing my unusual demeanor, discovered a schedule of classes tucked in my bag. She made no comment that night.

The next morning, right before she got in her car to head off to work, my wife turned back and – standing there on our front steps – said, ‘Ang, don’t forget your dream.’

And that dream of mine – drowned by demands of reality – came back to life. As my wife drove off, I took the class schedule out of my bag and slowly, deliberately tore it to pieces. And tossed it in the trash.

Sometime after, I obtained funding for my screenplay, and began to shoot my own films. And after that, a few of my films started to win international awards. Recalling earlier times, my wife confessed, ‘I’ve always believed that you only need one gift. Your gift is making films. There are so many people studying computers already, they don’t need an Ang Lee to do that. If you want that golden statue, you have to commit to the dream.’

And today, I’ve finally won that golden statue. I think my own perseverance and my wife’s immeasurable sacrifice have finally met their reward. And I am now more assured than ever before: I must continue making films.

You see, I have this never-ending dream.”

(Following Ang Lee’s second Best Directing win at the Academy Awards last night, this beautiful essay resurfaced. Here is my translation of Ang Lee’s words, written in 2006 (post-Oscar win). Translation by Irene Shih & http://www.facebook.com/quaximodo.wye

Guest Blogger: Kate Powers Does Theatre Up the River

Document4A couple of weeks ago, my sister-in-law, Dawn, blogged about her theater work in prisons.  So when I found out that my fellow director, Kate Powers, is still actively directing at Sing Sing (and knows Dawn), I asked her to please share her experiences with us.  My limited knowledge of prison theater consists of Beckett’s production of Waiting for Godot at  Lüttringhausen Prison as well as that amazing season of Oz with Betty Buckley. Kate is not only creating art but being of service.  Theatre is an amazing outlet for those who want to grow.

So without further ado…

“Theatre inspires me.”

“Theatre teaches me about myself, and helps me to understand why other people do what they do.”

“Theatre relaxes me.”

“Theatre teaches me empathy.”

“Everyone in my life was a backstabber or a deceiver.  I never knew what trust was until I started making theatre.”

I didn’t say any of these things; actors in my latest project did.  Many directors learn from their collaborators or are moved to think differently because of an encounter with a particularly gifted, or especially irksome, actor.  The individuals in this production rock my world regularly and have revealed many of our received ideas to be built upon ignorance, fear, salaciousness and indifference, but not on reality.  I work as a director, teacher and facilitator for Rehabilitation Through the Arts, or RTA (www.rta-arts.org).  I work with men who are incarcerated at Sing Sing Correctional Facility, a maximum security prison north of New York City.  Sing Sing gave us the phrase ‘the big house’ and it is the origin of the euphemism ‘up the river.’

RTA was founded at Sing Sing in 1996 by Katherine Vockins and now operates in five New York State prisons, offering incarcerated individuals the opportunity to participate in theatre, dance, visual arts and creative writing classes, workshops and productions.  RTA is about using the arts as a tool for social and cognitive transformation.  What that means is that theatre is rocking the big house.  The guys in the RTA program are thought leaders within the prison; they are role models.  The superintendent (aka the warden) loves the theatre program because he sees what a profound change it rings.  RTA member C once told me, “You have no idea how much more walking away we do than everyone else in here;” theatre, he said, had taught them that they don’t need to take the bait when another prisoner is spoiling for a fight.

The men at Sing Sing have performed plays by Sophocles, Shakespeare, Steinbeck, Suzan-Lori Parks, August Wilson, Tracy Letts and, yes, Stephen Sondheim.  This spring, we will present Our Town for the general population of the facility and for an invited civilian audience.” We’ve just started rehearsals, with several lively discussions about how one can be open to the beauty in one’s every day world, when one’s every day world is a prison.

In the midst of rehearsing a play, doing table work, discussing characters and motivations, exploring staging possibilities, it turns out that one can discover trust, learn compassion, find one’s voice, learn how to negotiate conflict, how to disagree without fighting, improve one’s cognitive skills and reading comprehension.  One can learn organizational skills.  One can discover what it is to be seen, heard and accepted for who one is, and not for the mistakes one has made.

Some people balk at the idea of this program.  People have protested to me, “I wish I had free Shakespeare classes!  Why do those murderers get that?”  So here’s the thing:  the recidivism rate for the general population of convicted felons in this country is approximately 68%; this means that, within two years, two-thirds of the approximately 650,000 souls released from prison in 2013 will be back in the system.  They will have violated their parole or committed another crime, not because they are ‘bad’ or ‘evil’ or beyond redemption, but sometimes just because they didn’t get any information about how to proceed in any other way with their lives.

The recidivism rate for individuals who participate in prison arts and education programs is more like 10%.  Yep.  10%.

So this isn’t some special treat.  This is art giving people tools with which they can change their lives and head in new directions.  These are skills that they can ‘take over the wall.’  This is theatre actively making my community and yours safer.  This is theatre making an actual, quantifiable, measurable, life-altering difference.

Now that inspires me.

Home: My Refuge

Document1Home: My apartment, New York City, and the theater.

It’s the place where I feel safe and comfortable. It’s a  place where I feel free to be me.  It’s where the foundation is sturdy and where the cracks are fixable. It’s the place where I can a step into the foyer/vom or onto the tarmac and feel relief. It’s the place where I wouldn’t think twice if I need to take a little more time and exertion to make it even homier. It’s my refuge.

I have to remind myself that whenever I feel a disconnect from a place that I call “my home”, it’s time to address it. So I ask myself the following questions:

  1. Why am I no longer comfortable?
  2. Why do I not feel safe?
  3. Is it time to move (on)?

If the answers have legitimate reasons that can be explained in a logical concise way, meaning they are not “Cause”, “ach, I don’t know, “Grr’ (though, that can be logical and concise), I have to then make a decision that is best for me.

There’s nothing wrong with moving on if no one is going to get hurt in the process. And really, home is where the heart is and if there isn’t any heart, there isn’t any warmth. And if there isn’t any warmth, I gotta go.

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It’s a great month for theatre:

The 39 Steps at Parkside Players (Check out Ian’s post)

Cheryl King in Grapefruit as part of the Wired Arts Fest at The Secret Theatre.

 

Guest Blogger: Dawn Slegona McDonald on Becoming Our Best Selves

photo (1)My sister-in-law, Dawn, is flying the flag against gun violence and is involved in making a difference for our future. However, her activism didn’t just start with the senseless deaths in Connecticut last year.  She has been a strong proponent for those in need via…theater. I think Dawn is a wonderful power of example and an awesome mom.  And without further ado:

On becoming our best selves…

A number of years ago I spent some time in a shelter for runaway teens. Later on I found myself in a home for battered women and their children.  And finally I landed in prison.  Now before your imagination races away with you let me tell you that I am in fact not a runaway, or a battered woman or a former criminal.  I am a teaching artist who uses theatre as an educational tool in community settings.  Or in many cases settings that are removed from the community and from society in general.

For many years I pursued an acting career and found that it did not satisfy the part of me that wanted to make a difference in the world, the part of me that just wanted to do good with my life. In 2006 I was lucky enough to see a play that was written and performed by a group of high school girls from Harlem. It forever changed the way I view theatre. The girls beamed with pride as they took their curtain calls and I later learned that they had been part of a program designed to foster leadership skills in young inner city women using playwriting and performance. I also learned that every single girl in the play had been accepted into college – something that for their school and neighborhood was an unexpected accomplishment. I decided then and there that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to use everything I love about theatre to teach and to help people better their lives. I received my Masters degree in Educational Theatre from NYU and began teaching workshops in schools across New York City, in shelters, in prisons, and even in a rural school on the island of Zanzibar off the east coast of Africa. I’ve used theatre to teach literacy, to teach public speaking and on a more human level, to teach skills we need as humans – discipline, teamwork, critical thinking and empathy. To me, theatre must have meaning, and in an ideal world the viewing and creating of theatre will teach us a valuable lesson about ourselves.

People who oppose my prison work often complain that “prisoners doing plays” sounds like a waste of time. I usually explain that it is so much more than merely doing plays. It’s teaching prisoners skills they will need when they re-enter society. But first I ask these folks a question a very wise woman once asked me: “They will be getting out someday”, she said. “How do you want them?” Do you want them to have sat in prison becoming bitter and angry?  Or do you want them to come out having had an experience that made them want to be better people?

I may sound naïve or overly romantic, but I believe that learning through theatre can make us all better people.  We expand our worldview, we learn to put ourselves in someone else’s shoes, we learn what we are capable of and we grow from the experience.  I feel blessed to have made this my life’s work.  And even more blessed that I can share it with my child, who is my one and only student these days.  I am a stay at home mom, but a teacher still, using theatre and the arts to encourage my son to grow into his best self.

What Shade of Success am I?

imagesSo believe it or not, I  moonlight as a Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant.  I know. As if I don’t have enough on my plate but I do love make-up and reversing the signs of aging as we read.

Last month we received an email from our National Sales Director about taking control of our lives and living the way we deserve.  Don’t live in our dreams but be willing to take action. That’s always a tad hard but I think  if we move away from our fears, we feel empowered.  For me, my default is to rely on fear as a way not to move forward. As a result, I have to have people in my life that will help me take the action steps. I have different people for different segments of my life. Those people are my mentors.  They are my trusted guides. If it wasn’t for them, I know that I probably wouldn’t have stayed in theater (my true passion); wouldn’t have created this blog, wouldn’t have written out a business plan for Theatre Beyond Broadway. I wouldn’t have done anything. I am kind of lazy in some respects.

My two professional mentors are Ken Davenport (Broadway Producer: Godspell and the upcoming MacBeth with Alan Cummings) and Michael Roderick (Broadway Producer: The Scottsboro Boys). They help me take the small actions to build on one another. They ask me questions. Sometimes I can clearly and concisely answer them or sometimes (and this happened last week) I just look at them with a blank stare. I have to figure out what I want and what am I willing to do.

  • Am I willing to be inconvenienced to be successful?
  • Am I willing to do things that maybe at first make you a bit uncomfortable?
  • Am I willing to step out of your comfort zone?
  • Am I willing to dream audacious dreams?
  • Am I willing to say enough is enough?

The answer is yes. I will do what it takes to be successful in the world that I love. Plus, if I didn’t, I would be stuck in my dreams and in my head…there’s a lot of noise in there.

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The 39 Steps open in two weeks! Hope you can make it. Read Ian’s post!

Performances
Fridays, February 22 & March 1 at 8:00 pm;
Saturdays, February 16, 23 & March 2 at 8:00 p.m.;
Sundays, February 17 & 24 at 2:00 pm.

Admission: $14 / $12 for Seniors

http://www.parksideplayers.com/

 

 

 

 

Guest Blogger: Ian McDonald and The 39 Steps

148349_10151198313746567_1557097707_nI am really thrilled to introduce this week, my guest blogger, Ian McDonald. Besides being my better half, he is also a very talented actor. Ian is currently in rehearsals for The 39 Steps which opens on Saturday, February 16th.  This week he shares his experience:

“I always wanted to be an explorer, but – it seemed I was doomed to be nothing more than a very silly person”  – Michael Palin

When I heard that The 39 Steps was being produced by The Parkside Players, I was pretty sure I’d be auditioning for it.  I only say pretty sure because I was fooling myself into thinking I wouldn’t audition for it.  And when I did decide to audition for it, I was still fooling myself into auditioning for the role of the single character Hannay, as deep down I knew I should be auditioning for the role of one of the clowns.

I was built for the role of the clown.  From the late night viewings of Monty Python’s Flying Circus on public television back in the late 70’s, to the memorization of, and subsequent repetition of, just about every piece Python and Kids In The Hall I could get my college-aged hands on in the mid 90’s, it was obvious I was infected with the disease known as “sketch comedy.”  Late one night in 1995, the disease took full root and over caesar salads and carafes of orange juice at Denny’s Joe Koyon, Michael McVeigh, Chris Gladis, and I went all out and invented our own Sketch Comedy troupe.  We were called “It’s Just A Phase” and were on the razor edge of comedic genius – we were edgy, sometimes offensive, often introspective, and always hysterical – at least to each other.  You see this was long before the age of YouTube, portable digital video cameras, and your new fangled interwebs.  We ate and laughed and wrote and laughed and ultimately never shot a single frame of the comic gold we had been mining.  And we really didn’t mind. We were making each other laugh and that was what was really important at the time.  Eventually, we all went our separate ways – staying connected over the years in varying degrees through social media and sometimes visits to the far-away lands to which we had all spread out, and somewhere – possibly in McVeigh’s footlocker, is a black and white marble composition book filled with what the outside observer would no doubt think were the ravings of a madman.  So there it ends – the illustrious and meteoric rise and fall of my multiple character comedic disorder – or so I thought until I was offered the role of the clown.

Malini has often commented in the past on my seemingly schizophrenic ability to be jump from self to character in a matter of seconds when we’ve done shows together.  These days, Malini never knows who is walking in the door after a rehearsal. Could it be the ebullient supershowman Compere?  Is a cockney thug ala Jason Statham’s Turkish sitting in the living room playing on the Playstation? Did Ian just walk through the room in a kilt whistling Scotland the Brave?  And did he just call Malini “Meine schatze” in a German accent? The answer these days is yes to all of the above.  This masterpiece of Hitchcockian comedy has finally allowed me to “get my sketch on,” as it were, playing fifteen different characters with some of them actually having conversations with themselves.  It’s wonderfully frenetic, incredibly freeing, and hysterically funny – at least to me.  And while I always hope others can enjoy my comedy I’ve come to realize that there’s nothing wrong with making yourself laugh.

“He who laughs most, learns best.” – John Cleese

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The 39 Steps

A Comedy
by Patrick Barlow
adapted from the 1915 novel by John Buchan and the 1935 film by Alfred Hitchcock

Directed by
Susan Young

The 39 Steps is a raucous comedy based on the Hitchcock movie, a man with a boring life and no passion meets a mysterious woman who claims to be a spy. When she is murdered in his apartment, he finds himself running across Britain from the police and an organization of enemy spies, all the while searching for an answer to a question of national importance: What are “The 39 Steps”? A cast of 4 recreate the film playing over 150 characters in a fast-paced whodunit certain to keep you guessing….what madcap stunt the cast will pull next!

Performances
Fridays, February 22 & March 1 at 8:00 pm;
Saturdays, February 16, 23 & march 2 at 8:00 p.m.;
Sundays, February 17 & 24 at 2:00 pm.

Feb 16, 17, 22, 23, 24, March 1 and 2, 2013

Admission: $14 / $12 for Seniors

CAST
RICHARD HANNAY.........................................KC Scwabb
ANNABELLA SCHMIDT/PAMELA/MARGARET.................Monica Barczak
CLOWN 1.............................................Johnny Young
CLOWN 2.............................................Ian McDonald

 

Queen of Denial

The Lance Armstrong interview with Oprah has been on Dszpics1my mind since I watched it in its entirety on Friday night. A great character study for an actor. Armstrong’s mannerisms and physicalities said more than the stuttered and staggered words that fell from his lips. The one word that kept replaying in my mind is denial.

Denial is tough place to live. One lives in a constant lie and the manufacturing of those “truths” becomes difficult and exhausting to maintain.  You become defensive, sensitive to criticism,  secretive. You change your habits and routines. You become cranky, irritable, agitated. The psychological manifests to the physical.  You are in the funnel.  You can’t escape the tornado.

When I was first diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis six years ago, I was in complete denial. I refused to accept my diagnosis and chose unhealthy avenues to deal with it. I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t talk about it. It was as if it wasn’t happening to me at all. As a result of my choice to neglect my condition, I started to feel emotionally and spiritually bankrupt. My body felt like it was falling apart. I was in complete despair. Watching Lance’s depositions where he was lying triggered some of the same feelings I went through at that time. Granted I was not in the Tour de France but I was on my own personal journey. Once I conceded to the truth and finally let go, I  clearly addressed and accepted my condition.

Acceptance means a few things to me: to stop fighting the truth; to not get in my way to manipulate; and to really just let it be.

I hope that Lance can find that acceptance and not let his ego get the best of him. He helped many cancer survivors and is a role model. It’s sad that his whole career is tarnished due to an act in which he denied. But who am I to judge. I proudly donned my crown as queen of Denial.