A solid two months have passed since the clock chimed in the New Year, and one persistent theme has emerged thus far in the way of my musical theatre life: new works. Thus far in 2015, I have…
…finished writing a new work.
…auditioned for a new work.
…performed in a staged reading of a new work.
The truth is that I’ve found religion in the new works process. Though I never claimed to be on the cutting edge of new musicals, I felt ahead of the curve. I had a bootlegged CD—yes, a CD—of The Last Five Years before most had heard of it. I knew someone who worked on The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee before it moved to Broadway. I enjoyed seeing new musicals. I was hip, right?
My older, wiser self would tell my younger, more naïve self, “Nice try.” I’ve come to realize that what my younger, more naïve self was actually enjoying were new ‘hit’ musicals. Even the freshest, newest work that I could have hoped to see was already years, if not decades, old by the time my butt made it into the seat. When I thought I had found a jewel of a show, I really was seeing only the most polished version of that stone. That the work probably started out as a crude rock escaped my awareness as did any thought of the cutting, faceting, and grading of it.
My younger, more naïve self really had no concept of how shows developed. I mean, I knew musicals had composers, lyricists, and book writers. I knew there was source material out there—sometimes. I knew there were things called ‘previews’ and ‘out-of-town tryouts’ where creators could change their mind about many facets of a show before officially opening it. But really my knowledge was the theatrical equivalent of a four-year-old asking “Where do babies come from?”
It’s only been in the last fourteen months that I’ve been learning the answer. When Orin and I decided we should write a musical together, we more or less walked upstream until we arrived at the headwaters of that mystical river known as ‘New Works.’ There’s not much up there. It turns out most people who know what they’re doing are already in the river somewhere, paddling downstream towards a clearer destination than what we had. We waded—and waited—up there in the headwaters for a couple of months. I remember in our earliest meetings at Shaw Coffee, Orin and I just looked at each other. The territory felt remarkably uncharted.
But we gradually started piecing together a boat for ourselves, and we launched our ship downstream. Fourteen months of collaboration later, we are proud of our story of Esther, and I am anxious to share more about the process of creating Just Pretend as we draw closer to its premiere on June 27.
Aside from that, I had the supreme pleasure of auditioning for a new work recently for some real stars of the musical theatre world right now. I hesitate saying too much right now least I jinx it. Truly, I am not holding my breath that I will be cast in the show, but that doesn’t stop me from praying for it daily. The real takeaway for me was being able to read a script and score from some highly respected creators and see that it was a) not perfect and b) not finished. It seems like everyone has to go back to the headwaters and work downstream. What a relief.
The last project I alluded to just wrapped up yesterday. Our MFA class at San Diego State was honored with the opportunity to work with Tony Award-winning actor and La Jolla Playhouse Artist-in-Residence BD Wong to perform a reading of his new musical Mr. Doctor, which he wrote with Wayne Barker.
The piece tells a beautiful story, and the themes it weaves using the play within a play (within a play) are intellectually and emotionally rich. Theoretically, Mr. Doctor is at the same stage of development as Just Pretend, but let’s face it: BD and Wayne know how to paddle a canoe better in these waters than Orin and me. I have much to share from the experience, and I am excited to do so in the weeks ahead with this new series I’m calling “New Works, New Life.”
Next week, however, I’ll be revisiting the MFA process again with “Something’s Coming—Part 7” as we will be passing the one-year mark of an audition that literally changed my life. Thanks for reading, friends.