On Hal Prince and Making Sausage

I am procrastinating.  But I am doing so by reading a book on the theatre that wasn’t assigned, that is completely enriching, and that is unrelated to the research paper I need to write in the next week.  I have picked up Contradictions, a book of musings by producer and director extraordinaire Hal Prince.  Next to the reading assignments for Research & Bib, this book feels like fluff.  But it is the heavenly hash of theatre anecdotes:  Prince drops prominent names in the midst of discussing landmark musicals as a confectioner might stud his marshmallow and chocolate delight with peanuts.  And the result for a musical theatre nerd is, well…heavenly.

This afternoon, I read about three cups of coffee worth of the book, and I found myself with a slew of ideas for blog posts.  Closing a book and saying, “I need to write,” is high praise in my mind.  With that, here’s a big announcement.  It’s no secret, but I have not yet trumpeted it from the rooftops:  I AM WRITING A MUSICAL.

I did tweet about this fact so perhaps I have trumpeted the news after all, but the masses might have missed the memo.  Mr. Orin Johnson and I are crafting a work for Youth Sing Praise (check them out here) based on the book of Esther called Just Pretend (check it out here).  It is set to premiere June of 2015.  We began meeting in November 2013 to discuss story, plot, and concept, and the actual writing of it began in March of 2014.  We are a little under two months away from its workshop in St. Louis in January 2015.  We have some really clever and beautiful material so far, but I, in particular, have a great deal of work to do on the book.  Officially, Orin is “music” and I am “lyrics and book”, but we have both made contributions to the other.  I have found it enjoyable that we aren’t strict about who is Rodgers and who is Hammerstein.

On the occasion of this news, I want to share two brief thoughts about creating new works.

I have taken a lot of heart in something our professor—Rob Meffe—has told us in recent weeks about musical development.  “Making a musical,” he states, “is messy.  It is like making sausage, and nobody really wants to know what goes into sausage.”  While I don’t think Orin and I have gotten to the gruesome Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle-esque parts of the process yet—check back with me after the January 10 workshop—there are times when my stomach has churned over it.  Up to now, the main work has been pouring over a lyric, sitting at the piano with a draft of a song, and praying to the muses.  Up to now, we have been blessed with some nice filets and some decently tender cuts.  I predict that after January 10, we will get out the cleavers and grinders.  And while I can’t speak for my partner, my foray into meatpacking is seasoned with just a dash of self-doubt.  What will Orin think of this lyric?  Will YSP participants take to this show?  Did Irving Berlin have this much trouble writing a musical?

I’d like to take a stab at that last question and say, “Yes, he did…at least when he started.”  After having just finished eight amazing presentations on heritage composers in history class and now taking a first-person look this afternoon at the early career of Hal Prince, I think it’s safe to say nobody making musicals really knows how to do it when they start.  Or put another way, I don’t think the musical theatre butchers really know how to make sausage when they set out at the meatpacking plant.  But the crucial thing is that they started doing it.  Eventually they create something that’s palatable, or, if they’re lucky, downright tasty.

And so, my name is Brad, and this is my friend Orin, and we are the newest butchers in town.

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Something’s Coming: Part 2

Here’s the second installment of a series of blog posts from the journal I kept discerning grad school.  When I was going through this process, I talked to my trusted friends and consulted a number of blogs of complete strangers just to gather as much information as possible.  Are YOU thinking about a MFA in acting?  Go to my Connect page and drop me a comment.  I would love to talk to you.  You can also follow this blog from that page.

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Oct. 2, 2013

My friend Joy has been sitting on my shoulder for a year now.  After West Side Story one night, she pulled me aside and–completely out of the blue–said, “You need to go get your MFA in acting.”  It was a sincere comment, and I took it to heart almost immediately.  Aside from being a trusted friend, I respect her and her work immensely.  I didn’t take it lightly that she was giving me unsolicited advice and that she was telling me something I had been pondering for a while now.  But could I do it?

This sounds a bit melodramatic, but that’s because it’s important to me to weigh my options and seek the opinions of those who I trust.  I need as much help as possible to process all of this.

Sometimes it’s hard for me to say what I truly want, but I am realizing that an MFA is what I want.  All the work I need to make that happen and the leap of faith that I will need to leave my current life is quite scary.

I am going to pursue this.

I had a great talk with Joy at last night’s Drowsy Chaperone rehearsal.  I basically spilled my guts.  I told her that I think it’s time, and that all arrows seem to be pointing towards this big life change.  She responded:  “I can tell!”

Comment from my 2014 self:  Even though this was a short journal entry, it held three important ideas.  First of all, I actually made a decision and then stated what I wanted.  I didn’t know how it was going to happen, but it was worthwhile for me to state that I wanted something in my life to be different.  It’s an important step to take if you actually want something in your life to be different.  Secondly, I was already using words like “trust” and “faith.”  Things have a way of working out for the best.  Take heart in that.  Lastly, talk to someone.  Talk to anyone.  Maybe what you want isn’t so earth-shattering.  And maybe people are willing to help you achieve it.

Something’s Coming:  Part 1

The first rule about Manifesto Fight Club…

Don’t talk about Manifesto Fight Club

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Yes, this really was the heading to my notes today from Research & Bibliography.  As an exercise in passionate thinking, our writing professor–DJ–fashioned a study of famous manifestos for us to read last week, and this week we were to return with a manifesto of our own in hand.  At first glance, it seemed like the assignment was really an invitation and railpass for the crazy train, but I would say–without exception–people were fired up to present their manifestos today for the class.  My topic was one of intense passion for me:  fonts.  What follows is a tirade on Comic Sans.

As we learned in our study, manifestos have a certain flair for formatting.  Since WordPress can’t replicate that easily, feel free to view the original document here.  Below is a little taste.

Because fonts matter. Fonts are the well from which you dip the written word.

Give me fonts drawn from a spring-fed pool ladled with a hollowed gourd;

Give me fonts brewed with coffee and served with cream in a ceramic mug;

Give me fonts distilled like smoky scotch poured in a cut-glass lowball.

These fonts enrich me.

Comics Sans is acid rain. Comic Sans is Sweet ‘n’ Low. Comics Sans is an appletini.

Snacks--and whose responsibility it is to bring them--occupies a full page in the syllabus for THEA 600.  The first week, Shane started the trend with bringing juice boxes.  I dutifully carried out the following with Jumex.  Liv, thanks for the Minute Maid this week.

Snacks–and whose responsibility it is to bring them–occupies a full page in the syllabus for THEA 600. The first week, Shane started the trend of bringing juice boxes to accompany the munchies. I dutifully carried out the following with Jumex. Liv, thanks for the Minute Maid this week.

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