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Can we pick hot playwrights or what?

by jenthorn

The recent success of two playwrights MOXIE introduced San Diego to for the first time, has prompted me to give them a great big shout out and to give ourselves a little pat on the back.  We sure know how to pick ‘em…

Go Liz Duffy Adams!

We want to give a great big MOXIE shout out to the playwright who brought us Dog Act, Wet or Isabella the Pirate Queen Enters the Horse Latitudes and The Listener.  Her recent play Or just debuted at the Women’s Project off-Broadway in NYC. She’s getting rave reviews and drawing national attention.

Read the review or Or in the New York Times Here

Check out some images from past plays we produced by Liz and join us during the final weekend of Dog Act to celebrate!  Tickets On Sale Here

Dog Act 2005

Wet - 2006

The Listener 2008

Dog Act 2009

Go Marisa Wegrzyn!

We just got word that Marisa has been awarded the Wasserstein prize for her new play Hickorydickory. You may remember her work from our recent production of her wacky play The Butcher of Baraboo. We’re so happy for you Marisa and wish you all the best! Read about her award Here.

The Butcher of Baraboo 2009

Zen and the Art of Shattering Laserdiscs

by Esther Emery

This is the fifth and final installment in our series of process posts on the Listener, by Liz Duffy Adams.  Official opening is Saturday, at which point I’ll have to think of something else to write about.  Yikes.

As I walked in the Lyceum the other day with Milo on one arm and his exer-saucer on the other, the San Diego REP artistic director asked me what I was doing there.  

“I’m helping Amy mosaic the last few feet of the Listener set.”  

He laughed.  I wasn’t sure why, since I wasn’t trying to be funny.  We had a few hundred square inches left of space that needed to become absolutely Amy-licious (that’s a Delicia term, can’t you tell?), and I was responsible for supplying the adhesive.

Remember these?

(Note, the child’s foot in the picture is clearly included to give you a proper sense of dimension.  Completely intentional.)

We’re turning them into these…

…via the following methods:

  • Hammer
  • Hammer over 2×4′s
  • Sledgehammer
  • Bare hands
  • Bare hands over 2×4′s (karate chop)
  • Bare hands and matte knife (score then break)
  • Bare hands and matte knife and shoe
  • Both shoes
  • Both shoes and primal yell
It’s much harder than it sounds.  I dare you to try it, except that I don’t want you to damage your movie collection.  (Incidentally, the laserdiscs were easier to break than CD’s, which presents a reason why laserdiscs failed so miserably to capture the market.)
Here are Delicia and Liz Duffy Adams on what turned out to be the last day of the Junk City build.  If you don’t recognize that second name yet, she’s the playwright, who is here for the week from NYC.  We’re delighted to have her here, and we immediately put her to work.  

At this point Liz was painting, but she soon became the expert of the ‘hammer over two boards with primal yell’ method of shattering.  I preferred ‘bare hands through plastic’ myself.  Liz and I made a decent team, though, until this laserdisc stopped her in her tracks:

“That’s the original,” she pointed out.  ”The pilot.”

Indeed.  And we summarily saved it from the hammer.  The cardboard cover, at least, will receive its due respect for the duration of our run.  Laserdiscs may be lost to history, but Star Trek lives.

Credit to Liz for the post title.

It is called John

by Esther Emery

More on our process for The Listener, by Liz Duffy Adams.  www.moxietheatre.com

Tonight we run the play with everything: the blood, the futuristic gear, the sound of wind and spaceships, the new blocking that goes with the new real set, and blackout entrances over the narrow wooden escape stairs that lead off the back of the junk pile.  Whew.

We’re ready.

Several days ago one of my favorite feminist reads, Echidne of the Snakes, posted an essay called “The Song of Many Voices.”  She writes:

In a science-fiction or fantasy book, possibly by Sheri Tepper, a planet has an indigenous sentient species which tells its history by singing. One person might start a song about an event, but then another one joins in, adding details or counterarguments. This causes an amended duet, which is then changed by a third person singing, a fourth one joining in and so on, until at last the story is told so that everyone has had their say in the telling.

Echidne goes on to apply the extracted metaphor to the American political dialogue.  And unlike many statements to be found dealing with that particular toxic can of worms, her post leaves me feeling kind of hopeful.  She has borrowed an idea from a future-world fantasy.  Science fiction, like theatre, allows us to observe human behavior out of context, and consider another way.  Liz Duffy Adams gives us both.

The Rules of the Game

by Esther Emery

This is the second post in a weekly series on our rehearsal process for THE LISTENER, by Liz Duffy Adams, the next and final offering in MOXIE Theatre’s season three.

What do rock-paper-scissors, chicken, and full-contact wrestling have in common?  They’re all part of the game that begins when Smak says to Jelly, “Let’s play for it.”

The Finders, played by Rachael Van Wormer and Tim Parker, battle it out for one very desirable piece of junk.

Delicia (the director) on the rules of the game:

“It doesn’t matter to me that the audience knows exactly what your game is, it matters that you know what you’re playing.”

The moves were devised by fight choreographer Christopher Williams.  And they’ve already been rehearsed many times. The actors try to be consistent, not only because the rehearsed moves need to be as full and precise (exciting) as they can possibly get, but also to make sure that everyone stays safe.  

As of tonight’s rehearsal, the play is fully staged, the lines are memorized, and the sometimes dreaded first run through has come and gone.  Delicia is taking her second pass through the text.  And, guess what?  Safe is boring.  Now, without losing control, the actors need to make it look like they don’t know what’s coming next.

Delicia asks questions like, “Why did you have to go to round two?”  Answer, “Because she didn’t fall.” 

“Does anyone win the rock-paper-scissors?”  Answer, “No, it’s a tie.”

“So…the only way to settle it is chicken.”

And chicken it is.  Chicken, followed by a satisfying takedown, some flat-out chaos and further dispute.

Here’s a moment before the game begins.  She has it.  He wants it.  He considers his move.

Now Delicia tells them that she can’t understand the words.  Uh oh.  We’re climbing on each other’s backs, here.  Doesn’t that count for something?

Not really.  Callboard Magazine described playwright Liz Duffy Adam’s writing in Dog Act as “poetic language juxtaposed with a sort of postmodern Shakespearean structure.”  

Excuse me?  

In the world of The Listener, language as we know it has devolved.  As the Earth has made many turns into the future (as Liz Duffy Adams has conceived it), words have morphed.  Grammar has decayed.  Some words are skipped, some added.  The result is a play that reads like an epic poem.  And there’s a real danger that the audience might not understand.

The actors sit down and speak the text without the moves.  Delicia tells them, “The language is so dense, you have to slow it down.  If you just have fun with it, we get that you’re having fun, but we miss everything you say.”


The actors climb all over the standard issue rehearsal cubes, which only vaguely resemble the real junk that they’ll have in two weeks.

Somewhere in here, I make my own devolution from reporter to artist.  I stop writing down what Delicia is saying and start writing down whatever comes to mind.

As they rehearse a particularly dense part of the text, I find myself wanting to talk about emphasis.  This is the technical part of an actor’s work, the part of the work that needs to be done, done well, and then forgotten.

Writers who write words meant to be spoken (playwrights, screenwriters, speechmakers) are very likely hearing the language out loud in their heads while they write.  They’re hearing cadences, rhythms, changes in volume.  But even the written language of punctuation can’t tell an actor exactly how to say it.  And, please, let me tell you, you wouldn’t want to tell an actor EXACTLY how to say anything.  First of all, they’d be irritated, and they’d very likely tell you about it.  And secondly, that kind of work tends to suck.  It’s less organic, less intuitive, and less believable.

But there are certain clues.  The importance of a proper name is signified by a capital letter.  In conversation, when I introduce my friend Tim, that word “Tim” gets a special weight.  There’s also punctuation.  A comma indicates a rest, while a period demands a full stop.  And then there’s the sense of the line.  We look for the new information.  When Jelly says, “Don’t know, don’t want to know,” she’s giving us two pieces of information.  The first is about knowing, but the second is about wanting.  So in the second phrase, the emphasis might go on the word “want.”  

Or, then again, it might not.

When I get home from rehearsal, my script looks like this:

Here’s Delicia on emphasis:

“It’s a very technical thing.  Take these notes, because they’re good notes, but then go back to doing what you know how to do.”

Which is acting.

I said I would tell you more about who was getting dragged around by a rope, didn’t I?  Well, here’s more:

Until next week.

Thanks to Chelsea Whitmore for the photos.

Building Junk City

by Esther Emery

This is the first in a weekly series on our rehearsal process for THE LISTENER, by Liz Duffy Adams, the next and final offering in MOXIE’s season three.

The Listener is set in a post-apocalyptic junk heap.  (Thanks, Liz.)  I stopped by rehearsal last night to find out how the magicians of MOXIE are going to transform the Lyceum Space into a devastated future Earth. The first magician I talked to is Amy Chini.  She’s a props mistress, creative writer, playwright, and in this case, scenic designer (previously for MOXIE, The Treatment).  For the last month, Amy and director Delicia have been working together to create an imaginative sci-fi environment to serve this imaginative sci-fi play.

Basic requirements include three distinctive spaces: two fantastical living rooms and one monstrous pile of junk.  This last replaces the workplace cubicle for the futuristic “Finders,” who put in their 9 to 5 as their title might suggest: finding.

Here’s what Amy came up with, in floor plan view.  This plan indicates how the elements to be built (wooden platforms and walls) are located in relationship to the audience.

The shadowy curve on the left is one living space and the round area on the right is another living space.  Junk City spreads between and (from the audience’s point of view at least) on into the horizon.

Here is the half inch scale model of Junk City, with our fearless leader, Delicia, in rehearsal.

The wood-colored area stage right is the home of Listener, a Moxielicious heroine worthy of the talents of Jo Anne Glover.  The silver mountain is Junk City, a mountain of junk, which now we all know is really a blanket of junk over an arrangement of wooden platforms.  

But something a designer in any medium knows is that a design is made of choices.  Specific choices.  So what exactly is all this junk?

Here’s one place we went for inspiration:

If you look closely at all that trash, you’ll see it isn’t particularly futuristic after all.  It’s just a whole bunch of whatever painted one fabulous space-junk gray.

Our props mistress, Missy Bradstreet, is also in on the junk action.  Here’s a rope made of plastic grocery bags, which we suspect will be ubiquitous in the real future as well as a fantastical one:

Check back next week for more on who’s getting dragged around by a rope!

Finally, a few quick figures:

–Surface area to be covered with junk: 450 square feet.

–If all the junk could fit into my kitchen-sized trash bags, that would be: 100 bags of junk!

If you have trash to donate, let us know.  Our wish list includes auto parts, tools, packing materials, jet engines (just kidding), cardboard, plastic, wood and metal.

See you at the show!

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