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Jake and I had us our fifteen minutes (4:45) in Denver.

'nother one

Okay...here's a very different kind of trailer for Glorious Noise.

Let me give y'all some context. The audience for this consists of people who book arts venues. It will be given to them at the big arts presenters conferences going on in the next month. They expect to watch 3-5 minutes that give them an idea of what the show is...even though what we are giving them are 3-5 minutes that will make them want to buy it. If they dig it they'll watch the full scene that's also on the disc.

In this one I tried to stop thinking like an "artiste" with a terribly important message and tried to think more like a guy who wants these folks to think they'd really like to put this in their venue. Clearly this is a much lighter piece.

Weigh in.

Glorious Noise - The Trailer

So...I don't know if this is any good or not. But it's my first attempt at a trailer for Glorious Noise. Lemme know what you think.

Glorious Noise - the Video Comes Marching In

Little piece of the Noise...with great gobs of thanks to Matthew Foster for shooting this puppy

That's Jake on the piano. Allegra's knee comes flying in at one point. I'll be posting more stuff later so you can actually hear the girl play. 'Cause, you know, she's like real good.

Libertarian Rage

Phillip Low, one of the intrepid Fringe Bloggers, blogged about Glorious Noise.

Wow...thanks, dude.

Phillip is part of, the head of, Maximum Verbosity. My first encounter with him came about this time last year. He had a show in the Fringe called Camelot is Crumbling, which blended classical theatre with slam poetry. I'm selling it short here because I find it nearly impossible to categorize his work. He was participating in one of our podcast recording sessions.

He's a young guy. He didn't know hardly anyone in the room. Most of the artists either knew other folks who we were recording or had an ensemble to hang with. He caught me attention because he was obviously alone and obviously nervous.

And then he stepped up on stage and blew me the hell away. I caught his Fringe show, arriving late and talking the usher into letting me in anyway and skulked in to the back. The show had gotten some reviews that were...um...less than kind. It was a bit uneven but it represented to me the best of what the Fringe does...kicking open the door of opportunity to artists with something interesting to say and an original way of saying it. Yeah, I thought there were flaws in the production, some glaring. But sometimes you can see something like that and still know...cannot escape...that you are in the presence of an enormous talent that is raw and still finding and refining itself.

That's Phillip.

He's got one show left of Libertarian Rage, his offering at the BLB. It's on tonight at 7pm. I'll be there. If any of y'all Minneapolitans are looking for something to do tonight, come on down and we'll hang. You really should see this guy. He's got the talent, commitment, and voice to be around for awhile and the ride is just going to keep getting better.

That's what I like most about the Fringe. Finding one of those new voices and quietly turning into a theatre stalker as I lurk in the shadows watching the evoloution of that voice.

I hope that's not creepy. Or illegal.

Aw...shucks

The incomparable Ms. Cooper liked the new version of the show.

'Cause I'm Me...

No idea where the original of this, and any comments, may have gone to. Waaaaay to go TypePad!

'Cause I'm Me

So...wasn't too happy with the show last Friday. Structurally kinda screwed up the thing by slamming together new post-katrina material with the pre-katrina material.

So I tossed it.   

We're doing a show Friday that's somewhere around 60% entirely new content.Could be really good. Could be theatre suicide.   

But Jake and Allegra are willing to give it a go. So, I figure, why the hell not? Safe successes are boring. Bold failures are more appealing, to me anyway.

So, if you're in the twin cities and want to see a trainwreck...come on down the BLB friday at 7pm. Hell, you can eat and drink during the show. So it's, like, more fun than the remake of the Poseidon Adventure.

We're A-List Badasses

Glorious Noise done got A-listed by the City Pages.

For those of you that don't want to struggle through the link, the relevant info is this...

Glorious Noise at the Bryant-Lake Bowl
Fridays in July at 7pm
That means we open tomorrow night.

They based this on the press release, which means THE most relevant piece of information was left out.

We're joined this time around by Allegra Lingo throwin' down some saxaphone.

Yee-hah!

Pays des etrangers

Among other changes to Glorious Noise this time around is the story of a gentleman named Broussard. I met him this year at the festival. Broussard is his last name. I don't know his first name.

The guy spent most of his life in Brooklyn but his first six years were spent in a western Louisiana cajun town...the kind of place where French (or the cajun version of it) is still spoken in the streets. He'd moved down to the New Orleans area in early 2005. He got wiped out in the flood.

That's the thumbnail, anyway.

The song that goes with this particular story is a beautiful cajun tune called Pays des etrangers (Land of the Strangers).

And, yeah, I'm singing the mother in French.

I...uh...don't actually speak French.

And Now For Something Completely Trivial

So...

Last month I went to the Arts Midwest Conference, where I got to showcase for a whole passel of Arts Presenters and Booking Agents (these people are terribly important to me and thus they get to be Capitalized). Also showcasing there was a friend and mind bogglingly gifted actor/writer/director, David Mann. Folks are booking for the 2006-7 season, being already wrapped up for 2005-6.

Looks like I might just have me an agent.

The way it works is they represent a specific production and then hit all the conferences and work their network of folks and pimp the hell out of it. This representation would be for Staggering Toward America. The agency in question is sending me out a contract to peruse and we'll see if we can get something going. In a fit of uncharacteristic superstition I'm not revealing the name until it's all signed, sealed, and delivered. I don't know, nor do they, if they they can do anything for me...no one knows who the hell I am out there in Arts Presenter world.

But maybe we could do a little somethin'-somethin'.