I get lost surfing Youtube and its treasure trove of vaudeville sketches and players. It’s a treat to see these stage acts like this one recorded, even though it’s clear the experience doesn’t completely translate to film. Of course, I have to cop to a bias with these guys. Their first number is a charmer called “Red Hair and Freckles”. What a brilliantly inspired song! Naturally, I had to hunt down a copy of the sheet music for this. You bet I did not rest until I found it – and the original 1929 version arranged for ukulele!
This weekend was meant for tweaking the draft of my Fringe show. The story in my mind did not translate to the page as a tight little flapper, ready to party. Instead she’s a phantom, a blob, a shadow echoing to herself. She really needs some shape and I had every intention of giving her a good booty kicking this weekend.
Instead, I got lost photoshopping 20 years off of myself for some publicity photos.
Here we go! It’s time to call this a real thing. To claim the process, to own the work.
I am working on a one woman show for the Hollywood Fringe right now, and this process has inspired so many ideas. And fears. And questions. And research. And dumb luck. And every now and again…moments of genius, if I do say so myself. Which I do, because…self-indulgence.
(Hey, a little narcissism is required here. But it sleeps nestled next to insecurity and shame and mediocre, half-baked ideas.)
My point is, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m just making it up as I go along, mostly making do with what I’ve got at hand right now. It just so happens that even with my lazy bumbling, stuff turns out anyway. Sometimes stuff turns out pretty good. I love the magic of stuff manifesting even when you don’t know how. I’ll bet you do too.
So, what the heck, why not put it out there? Herein, please to find my process in blog form. My attempts, my works in progress, my little boo-boos, my long learning curves, my obsessive inspirations…and my end results.
I don’t know what this is or where it’s leading or how it’s going land. But I can’t wait to find out. Thanks for joining me in the mystery.