Just Wrought

Recovering playwright, once won a STRANGER Genius Award for theater. Now writing a bloated novel about… G-d help me! Theatre.

Tag: The Don Juan Cult Concerto

  • Experimental Results

    Experimental Results

    I made a promise to myself a while back that if I was going to use the word “experiment” in association with my work as a theatre artist, I had to do so more like a scientist and less like some avant garde poser.  As I said in my earlier post “Putting the Fail back in “Experimental”: 

    Any actual scientist understands that true experiments have rules and consequences. Experiments are tests of hypotheses hoping to become theories; and theories, in order to prove useful, must be falsifiable.  In other words, true experiments by definition contain the possibility of failure.

    I would add that good scientists publish their results whether or not they find them gratifying.  And that’s exactly what I intend to do here and now regarding the experiment of publishing my play Ballard House Duet simultaneously with its recent world premiere.  (I enthusiastically explained my reasons for initiating this experiment here.)

    So as of this posting, here is how my sales break down by channel:

    Not a data/chart nerd like me?  Okay, here are my plain English conclusions:

    1. I have too much unsold inventory.  If I had listened to my publisher and ordered the number of books he recommended I’d be sitting on a mere 3% overhang now, which would have been right in the estimator’s sweet spot.
    2. “Show sales” was my strongest channel, which is gratifying, since offering the script simultaneously with performances was the main point of this effort.  If I did this again I would lean even more heavily into this channel: maybe invest in a more visually pleasing display than the cardboard box with the words “Scripts for Sale – $10” scrawled on the front of it in ballpoint pen.

    The bottom line is I turned a profit about three eBay sales ago.  I am now $19.59 richer for this experience; but based solely on the data, I would have to give myself a C +, since I moved only 78 % of my product. 

    Of course, it is much harder to quantify all the things I have learned from the experience, not to mention all the nerdy fun I have had.  Here’s a quick list:

    • People will buy scripts at a show, but they have to be reminded, in the pre-show speech and then again at intermission and after the show.  The display of scripts has to be prominent.  You have to make buying them easy and fun.
    • eBay is not the best means of selling a script on line.  It wound up costing me $2.31 out of every $10 script I sold on-line.  Given the cost of printing, that left me with very little margin to take any profit.  If it hadn’t been for show sales, with their much wider margin, I would still be bleeding red ink at this point.

    The best outcome of this experiment was, of course, the chance to talk about the experiment itself: to revisit the question of whether it makes sense to publish play scripts simultaneously with world premiere productions, and more specifically, whether it makes sense for a playwright to put up his own capital to do so. I would say the short answers to these questions are, “Yes, with some improvements in the process.” And “No, a playwright already banks enough when he or she antes up their play for staging.”

    Fellow playwright Joshua Conkel chimed in on Facebook to point out, “…In the U.K. it’s common to get the script at the show. It costs a few pounds and it also serves as the program…. Oberon Books does it. And then of course the script goes out to bookstores and all that. It’s great!”  Perhaps as Seattle grows as one of the nation’s hothouses for locally grown new theatre, it might behoove us as to explore a script sales model like the UK’s, though it should also be noted that the simultaneous publishing experiment has been run quite extensively here in decades past. Bret Fetzer explained in comments posted on my earlier blog:

    The experience of Rain City Projects — which published plays in conjunction with productions for over ten years… was that when the theater promoted selling the script, it succeeded, and when they didn’t, it didn’t. The single most significant factor, by an order of magnitude, was having someone hold up the script in a preshow speech and say “This is for sale in the lobby; if you enjoyed the show, we encourage you to buy the script.” Other approaches — such as plugging the script for sale in a program ad — had a fraction of the impact of a live preshow plug.

    Over time, theaters became less invested in promoting scripts. There was a trend away from preshow speeches, and even the theaters that still did them just wanted the speaker to say the essentials and get off the stage. Most of the theaters producing new plays were small, volunteer-run organizations, so there was no one to consistently make a plug for the script, and trying to educate a rotating crew of house managers about this was too much to accomplish on top of all the other stuff that had to get done. Everyone supported the idea of selling the scripts in the abstract, but in practice it fell by the wayside.

    But the main reason Rain City Projects stopped publishing individual scripts was that, as these were brand new plays getting their first production, a majority of playwrights learned a lot of new things and did significant rewrites after the production. Immediately the scripts were obsolete and the playwrights didn’t want them sold or distributed….

    My experience working with Original Works Publishing, eBay and Amazon Direct Publishing leads me to believe that new technologies and processes might allow theatres and playwrights to keep their inventory small and flexible enough to offer scripts, either in hard copy or electronically, such that some of the challenges Rain City Projects faced might now be mitigated. 

    One conclusion seems certain: folks who bought my script seem very pleased indeed to be able to own a permanent document  of an otherwise inherently ephemeral experience.  Theatre is fleeting, but perhaps we theatre artists could work a bit harder to bottle some of our volatile moonshine for future times.

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  • Joining Averroës’ Search

    Joining Averroës’ Search

    One of my favorite stories by Jorge Luis Borges is “Averroës’ Search”.  It’s not a very good story— Borges himself admits as much in a rather tortured apology that he tacks on at the end—but it’s a story about theatre—at least in part—and since it’s one of the only times Borges, a favorite of mine, touches on the art form that I have sunk so much of myself into, the short piece has become special to me.  I can approximate how many times I have read it by counting the different colors of pencils I have used to mark it up: dark blue, light blue, purple, green.

    The story opens with the great Islamic annotator of Aristotle lamenting the frequent appearance in the Poetics of two words  that, to a devout Muslim of the 12th Century, seem to have no meaning at all: “tragedy” and “comedy”. 

    He had come across them years earlier in the third book of the Rhetoric; no one in all of Islam could guess as to their meaning….  Yet the two arcane words were everywhere in the text of the Poetics—it was impossible to avoid them.

    In the very next paragraph Averroës takes a break from his work and looks down from his balcony. 

    …  There below, in the narrow earthen courtyard, half-naked children were at play.  One of them standing on the shoulders of another, was clearly playing at being a muezzin: his eyes tightly closed, he was chanting the muezzin’s monotonous cry,  There is no God but Allah.  The boy standing motionless and holding him on his shoulders was the turret from which he sang; another kneeling, bowing low in the dirt, was the congregation of the faithful.  The game did not last long— they all wanted to be the muezzin, no one wanted to be the worshippers or the minaret.

    For me, this is Borges at his best and most loveable: a great thinker imagining a great thinker struggling to imagine a concept that, in fact, palpably surrounds him.  As many of my friends who like to argue with me point out, theatre will always survive.  You literally cannot not have theatre.  But as Borges might counter, you can certainly have it without knowing you have it.  Perhaps that’s where we are heading.  The great Argentine did foretell the internet after all.

    Recently, in a fit of frustration that so many people seemed to miss the point of my recent post about playwrights not making a living from their plays while plenty of folks make one making theatre, I recently wrote the following self-pitying status on Face Book. 

    I somehow need to find a way to harness the average Seattle theatre artist’s endless enthusiasm for arguing into an actual force for change.

    Yes, we’re all smart. We’re all well read. We all know how to attack a straw man and cleverly defend the indefensible, but at what point do we decide we can do better and then take steps to do it?

    It’s a cliché, but it always applies: if not us, who? If not now, when?

    Maybe self pitying isn’t the right description.  Maudlin?  Mawkish?  In any case, a good friend and theatre colleague blithely chimed in: “Shut up and do a show.”  It’s good advice.  Well, again, advice isn’t really the right word.  No one telling you to shut up is giving you advice so much as dictating a directive, and a rather ironic one at that, since it’s impossible to tell someone to shut up without opening your mouth.  Still though, the person who said this has a largely gentle heart, and I know he would not want me to do anything I did not really want to do. 

    With the understanding that I did not have a lot of room to talk about Seattle theatre unless I was actually making Seattle theatre, I have been pushing pretty hard on producing over the last few years.  This spring I wrote and served as executive producer for The New New News: A Living Newspaper; a little over a year before that I served in the same capacities for It’s Not the the P-I: A Living Newspaper About a Dying Newspaper.  And before that there was The Ten Thousand Things at Washington Ensemble Theatre, The Don Juan Cult Concerto at NSCC, Tuesday and An American Book of the Dead- The Game Show at Annex Theatre.  Just listing those shows makes me smile and feel tired at the same time.  Boy, have I done some shows since coming back to Seattle in 2002!

    Now it’s 2011 and I have foundered on a fact that frightens me a bit and that I need to share with you.  I don’t want to put on another show.  Even if I did, I don’t have one.  It’s just not in me at the moment.  And I don’t know if it ever will be again.  (It feels like a long moment, frankly.)  I believe this is something that every theatre artist has to face at some point.  A future with no shows.  But just like Averroës, I will be surrounded by theatre whether I know it or not, whether I want it or not.  After all, isn’t the Intiman’s colossal failure a tragedy in the truest sense?

    So, with the understanding that one earns one’s right to speak about Seattle theatre by making Seattle theatre, I need to cash in for a while and keep my mouth shut.  I will still keep Just Wrought active, and still post here, but my advocacy for Seattle becoming a World Class theatre town, and all the kvetching and posturing that goes with it, is hereby retired indefinitely.

    It is time for me to shut up, sit back, and watch the show… as produced by others.

  • The Blogs are Alright

    The Blogs are Alright

    Does it automatically mean you are stuck in a self-referential rut as a playwright when the same talented young actress who, back in 2008, played a character based on your wife, less than three years later gets cast in a completely different play portraying, not a character based on you, but actually you, the playwright?

    Rehearsals have begun for The New New News: A Living Newspaper, and true to our promise, NewsWrights United is publishing blogs from members of the cast and crew.  You can get ‘em while they’re hot over at NewsWrights United: The Blog.

    I really couldn’t be more delighted with the material that the New New Newsies are generating, while simultaneously managing to rehearse the show, take care of their families, go to school, and/or hold down full-time jobs.

    • You can read It’s Not in the P-I-veteran Brian Thomas Gould ranting about “The Table Read” and how he uses it to read his director based on the roles he’s been cast in.
    • Or check out “Memories of Homemade Bombs” in which NewsWright Actor Tammy Batey recounts her days as an actual ink-and-paper journalist covering Stratton R. Maxey for the Federal Way Mirror.  On April 14, 1999, Maxey accidentally blew off his left hand while handling a homemade bomb.
    • And then, of course, there’s Courtney A. Kessler’s “Playing the Playwright”, in which she relates her experience as an actor playing both my wife, scarcely disguised as the character Jenny Wolfe in The Don Juan Cult Concerto, as well as more recently myself, in a brief scene in The New New News about how NewsWrights United decides to cover our stories.

    By the way, you can order tickets for the upcoming New New News here.  We know you wanna.

  • Celebrate Valentine’s Day with The Don Juan Cult

    Celebrate Valentine’s Day with The Don Juan Cult

    1995.

    Seattle hadn’t changed yet. The wave was cresting, but no one was really sure if it would break, or how to surf it when it did. Cobain had already blown himself away, but that seemed more like part of the times than an end to them. Hell, Pearl Jam was still putting out good albums. The Kingdome still stood and Sweet Lou Piniella still threw the best tantrums since Earl Weaver in it. The Stranger was only mildly annoying, and everyone only read the “I Saw You’s” and “Hey Faggot” anyway. The Honey Bear in Wallingford still baked the best blueberry scones anywhere. Fremont didn’t suck. And the greatest interior space that ever existed, the 211 Pool Hall in Belltown, had not yet been utterly burned out by some idiot’s electrical fire.

    I was still single, still drinking, childless– as far as I knew– and pretty damned convinced I was happy…. But what the fuck did I know?

    1995 was when I first met Jonathan. I can’t say whether I immediately despised him… but… it was close.

    Just in time for St. Valentine’s Day, Kindle has slashed in half the price of  The Don Juan Cult Concerto.  So now you can have my love letter to Rainsville’s fervent 90’s for the incredible price of just $3.99.

    Dueling monologues by Les (Mathew Suhr) and Jonathan (Colin Campbell).

    About The Play

    Les Newman’s half-brother Jonathan is in Seattle to compose a concerto inspired by the legendary Don Juan, but it seems he’d rather study the arts of seduction than actually write the score. Meanwhile, Les is too busy getting his own heart broken to pay much attention as the eager composer zeroes in on his ultimate challenge: a reticent receptionist with a savagely sad secret of her own.

    THE DON JUAN CULT CONCERTO explores the often brutal— often brutally hilarious— territory of unbridled romantic rapacity, as two men and three women each come separately to a single inevitable conclusion: no matter how you see yourself— predator or prey— you are, like it or not, always and forever, a member of the cult.