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Let Me Count the Ways... Part 1

I have used three different ways to "create" characters for my plays. My favorite way is to write for the actors in my company.

Several times in my life I have been part of a group of people who loved being in plays. They either wanted to be actors, wanted to expand their lives to include the theatrical form of expression, or they wanted the comrodery of a group with similar interests.

I am a practical playwright and my goal is production. Having a company of people is a blessing. Having a company of people who want to say your words, dance your dances, and play your plays is beyond a blessing, it is a practical playwright’s heaven.

If you can come across another artist who shares your passion for any length of time, one who takes your words, takes your dances and helps make them plays, conceder yourself at the top of the playwriting world. All that is left is fame, money, and more self-discovery.

It is my understanding that Shakespeare wrote for his company of actors. I think my influences are more modern. Perhaps my main influences are Rock and Roll bands of the fifties and sixties and Saturday Night Live.

Every fifties or sixties band started in the garage or basement or barn or small bedroom. Most played songs someone else had written or versions of those songs dictated by the talents of their band. At some point a "Lennon and McCartney" stands up and says, "We can write our own songs and songs that will fit what we do best."

The "Buddy Holly’s" move on to write what they want and play with other musicians. They expand their pallets, to new sounds and different talents. They paint their music with changing instruments. The portraits of players give rise to symphonies of imagination. No matter if the brush stokes become bolder or more controlled for detail, the first Song Remains the Same, "I want to create. What do I have?" That is the tune of passionate practical artists. It is a step on the working canvas of musicians, photographers, filmmakers, painters, dancers, and playwrights.

It is this low fat breakfast, short-grain brown rice, jalapeno spiced black eye peas and frozen corn, that reminds this 49 year in self-discovery mode of his past. It was my time as a self indulgent teenager with a lust for girls, life, and burgers with cheese and bacon, French fries with salt and pepper, 32 oz bottles of Coke-a-Cola, Pralines and Cream ice cream, Snickers, Three Musketeers. The world was girls and cars and music and staying up all night…

And three weekends every month it was, Chevy Chase, Dan Aykroyd, John Belushi, Garrett Morris, Jane Curtin, Gilda Radner and Laraine Newman, The Not Ready for Prime Time Players. Saturday Night Live completely opened the doors to my imagination.

I have written extensively about SNL and its influence on me. Not until today have I thought about that influence as it pertains to writing… plays.

Of course I have written some sketch comedy, vaudeville type routines, political and social satires. I have written spoofs and newscasts and phony commercials. I have written campy song or two. This influence deals with specific writing for specific actors.

The writers of SNL did not just write material. They wrote to the strengths of the performers. They wrote away from the weakness. Whatever the actor brought to the table, the writers worked it, not against it. A playwright like a photographer can bring out the outstanding qualities of the subject and put the flaws into the shadows. Like the painter and the sculptor, the writer can create a vehicle that monumentalizes the actor, but does not limit the actor.

Some of the SNL writers only wrote for one or two actors. Many times the actors brought ideas to the writers or worked with the writers to flesh out the scripts. My friend JR said that every playwright needs two things, a director who is a creative reader and actors with good natural instincts. "They help."

Luckily, "good natural instincts" doesn’t require training, although it may require un-training. As for creative reading directors…

SNL writers directed the scenes they wrote. I have for the most part adopted that philosophy over the objection of my friend JR and the theatrical community as a whole. Almost every book or article I have read on playwriting says, "Do not direct your own plays." That is foolish and outdated and a good topic for another time.

It must have been a joy to write for the seven actors of the Not Ready for Prime Time Players. Not that there weren’t all kinds of production problems and set backs and temper tantrums. That is working with artist and the nature of production. Stress and euphoria share live performance. But writing? It is the "burgers with cheese and bacon, French fries with salt and pepper, 32 oz bottles of Coke-a-Cola, Pralines and Cream ice cream, Snickers, Three Musketeers."

Yes, it is the world of girls and cars and music and staying up all night.

I enjoy writing for actors. –jdj-

All Real... all Truthful

All my characters are real even the ones I make up from scratch. Like the duality of the acting I teach, the universe of the character is real and every decision you make is true to the universe, but never forget you are on stage and the audience is traveling with you. In my mind the pink alligator-john (from Three Stories), the singing armadillo-Austin ‘Dillo (From Don’t Mess with Texas, Texas Baby), the severed head-Roy (from the film A Boy and His Head) are all real to me and at the same time they are me. I am creator, actor and audience.

Joe Rosenberg, my mentor, used to invite me over to his office for lunch everyday. I called it my standing invitation, because stuff was always piled in all the chairs but JR’s.(Joe Rosenberg.) This was during the time we were building up The South Texas Performance Company in Corpus Christi and renovating an old union hall under the Harbor Bridge we named The Place.

JR would make soups for our lunch. There was a single electric burner that lived on the counter by sink in the kitchen turned copy room. In the dish drainer was two garage-sale pans, a family heirloom skillet, two old chipped bowls, two coffee cups from the Mercado in Mexico, many un-matching spoons and forks and one great big knife.

I remember the burner from my college days, my first college days in fact, January 1981. That was my second semester at Texas A & I. Sucking in data, opinions, and perspectives for later reshuffling was my existence. That and doing everything "they" would let me do in the theaters. "They" were two of the most influential people in my life and life long friends, the soon-to-be Dr. David T. Deacon and JR, Dr. Joe Rosenberg.

JR taught Script Analyses at 8:00 AM Monday, Wednesday and Friday. No college courses should be taught at 8:00 AM except for R.O.T. C. Physical Training classes. (They seem to like it.) Script Analyses, Art History, and Music History are all taught at 8:00 AM!

Having dropped many early morning college courses since graduating from high school in 1978, I knew better than to take the Script Analyses class. JR said he would make me coffee every class. All I had to do was show up and bring a cup, which I could rinse out and leave in his office. Every class JR brought the burner, a garage-sale pan, two cups, a spoon and a jar of Nestles’ Classico Instant Coffee. He bought the coffee in Mexico. I never missed a class.

This teacher figured out my character. Feed me and I will listen. Others in my life will come to this conclusion too.

During a lunch in 1994 JR said something that stuck. Just like me, if he wasn’t angry, JR talked non-stop. (I talk even more when I’m angry, JR did not. A difference.) I had been reading one or JR’s new scripts. He always let me read his new scripts. He wanted to know what I saw in them. I never let him read mine. He had to come to the show and then we would talk about the script. My thinking was and is, I’m not a writer to read, but a writer to be watched. I wish I would have let him read my scripts. He would have liked that.

JR slurped his soup and asked if I had looked at a new scene he wrote. I said about half tacky, "This is just you JR."

He did even look up from his soup and said, "We all right about ourselves. That is the story we have to tell. The sooner you get past all the bull shit the sooner you will learn."

The soup was my favorite of JR’s soups. Lima bean soup with cauliflower, onion, bell pepper, mushrooms, caraway seeds and JR special ingredient, instant chicken soup whittled of an instant soup bar he bought in Mexico.

Vegetables for the soup were always bought that day at the little open air market at Morgan and 19th Streets. -jdj-

Write to Play, Play to Write

I don’t view scripts as literary works.  I do think they can be read and enjoyed, but the primary function of a script is to suggest a play.  A play is living interaction.  You have to play to play a play.  There I said it.  Playfully.   I am not a playwright that aspires to having his scripts bound in leather bindings and placed on the shelf.  I want them played with.  

My long time friend, artist and Napoleonic second in command, Ruben once said, we should do classics.  My reply was, Classics are old books on forgotten shelves collecting dust.   My feeling then and now is we should do scripts that excite us, take our actors down new paths and intrigue our audiences.  We should all be entertained by production, producers, directors, actors, technicians, designers and audience.  

The age of the script is irrelevant. Who wrote the script is irrelevant.   Here and now is relevant.  That is what we teach actors about acting.  Here and now applies to all functions of productions.  

A successful production has given a forum to every one participating.  A successful production has created and explored relationships in the universe of the play, the universe of performance and the universe of artists.  A successful play gives all the opportunity for hope.

My friend and mentor Joe Rosenberg told me, We go to the theatre for hope.

I have a long list of thoughts about the function of live performance in life, but none are so eloquent, as “hope.”

When I pour my coffee, add the Half-n-Half and raw sugar, roll my chair over to my old computer, jdj1, and start a suggestion for a play, this is what I take with me.

More on the way…  jdj

Here We Go!

Hey!  This is a great cup of coffee.  I’ve had this Proctor Silex drip machine eighteen years.  The clock has never been set and I’ve never wiped it off.  I have rinsed it out a few times, no soap.  I own my great grandfather’s pyrex percolator too.  You know the white one with the silver spout, black lid and handle, plastic top and blue design on the side.  That pot makes memory coffee, the coffee you make for mom on Christmas or her birthday.  It makes old story coffee.  It is a rich brew.  Then there is my camp pot, a two dollar purchase on the way to Garner State Park in Southwest Texas.  I bought that cheap thin tin magic machine the day after I graduated from high school in 1978.  That pot makes fresh-morning-air coffee and late night domino coffee.  Welcome. –jdj-

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