A New Year

Jan 22, 2008 by

The king is dead, long live the king. 2007 has faded into the haze of history, and a new year in the arts is beginning to crawl along quite nicely. He’ll be walking soon.

The Ambies, the city’s first theatre award nominations, have been announced. And if you know me, you know I have nothing more to say on that matter.

I’m too busy working on an amazing script written by Louie Crowder called Calme au Blanc. It’s the third piece of a trilogy he’s been working on, expressing his reaction to the Katrina disaster. The story revolves around a beautiful, wealthy, young lawyer in the city, her two male lovers, a mighty bed, and a strange visitor.

There’s much more to it than that, but that synopsis should whet your appetite. We open in March at the Big Top Gallery on Clio Street. Ticket prices are reasonable, so you should come and see it. If you don’t, bad things may happen to you. God is my enforcer.

Bad things are certainly going to happen to the thug who smashed the driver’s-side window of Chris Weaver’s car last night while we were rehearsing in the Marigny Theatre. Chris lost his laptop and all the handwritten pages of his writings. He misses the laptop least of all.

I feel particularly bad about this because after rehearsal, I had asked the kid if he ever got angry (there’s a scene in which he could express a little exasperation). He answered that he preferred to handle life’s disappointments in more positive, constructive ways (he’s twenty – give him time).

Well, I sure found out that he can get angry.

He called the cops, and we were sure surprised when they came out. We were even more surprised when they told Chris he could go back inside and stay warm, that they were going to wait for the Crime Scene people to come and collect evidence.

Of course, I did have to go and open the damn door. But I have an airtight alibi – and the cast will back me up. Won’t they?

But, damn, CSI was coming? Who’d a thought?

Nevertheless, “all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.”

On a lighter note, that little critics’ darling, Michael Martin, conducted auditions for Tennessee Williams’ play Night of the Iguana on Sunday afternoon. I’m told he had a large turnout of hungry actors dying to wrap their lips around those Williams words. This one opens in March, as well.

I think.

But you should see Calme au Blanc first.

Did I mention I was not nominated for an Ambie Award? I don’t want to talk about it.


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