Friday, September 29, 2023
I'm getting excited all over again about The Last Session songs and score. They're asking me questions.
Like I know anything.
The true birthday Gift is the idea that a new generation of producers and performers have rediscovered our show, one that never had the visibility of its cross-town sister, Rent.
This cast has seen a lot of life. They have lived through things none of us know about. That's what will be on that stage, and it's thrilling.
They will channel all that lived experience into the raw emotions of the songs of TLS.
They're tearing into it with jam sessions -- and I gave them the freedom to play with it and make it their own, within logical boundaries, of course.
There's a wonderful experiment called "Take it too far." Where you get a totally crazy idea or an approach and you give yourself permission, at least one time, to go way too far with it.
Sometimes you can't go far enough. If you don't punch the boundary, you can't find the boundary. We live and breathe within those boundaries, so we better be punching hard -- but then, easing back.
Truths don't need a lot of drama.
Real Truth, when you find it, is dead simple.
Tuesday, September 26, 2023
I've begun uploading the new TikTok series, one chapter at a time. Hopefully, the story will spread and help us sell the new production in Littleton, colorado.
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Friday, May 13, 2022
It's gone now that I have released myself from the bondage of a certain theological belief (and, no, it's not just being gay). Hint: Original sin.
Still, the scars throb and never quite seem to heal. Even now, there are friends from that era I love dearly, but we cannot speak. We have no common language. We cannot reason together. It's tragic.