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I saw Now. Here. This. at the Vineyard last night. It’s the new musical from the [title of show] people. I’d seen a workshop of it last year - lo these many years out of new play development, I still love seeing how a play can develop and change. Obvs this applies to writing prose, too.
It’s a lovely, really interesting show, a musical structured the way you see essays and sometimes plays, but rarely things with songs. Nonfiction, direct address storytelling, songs woven into dialogue and storytelling, collage and juxtaposition that give an emotional and idea-oriented arc, but not a throughline of story. And still silly and fun and weird.
After the show I hung around to talk to (co-writer, co-star, amazing lady) Susan Blackwell. The best part of the show was a story of hers that bleeds from her father’s childhood, ten years old and illiterate, through his adulthood, writing poems on the back of receipts on his lunch break at the auto plant, to adult Susan and dad getting their Master’s degrees at the same time, to Susan singing of a golden palace where the artists and poets and scientists are, singing of the distance from her to that palace, sitting at the MacDowell writer’s colony, where she has been accepted to write the words she is singing. (There is also, for me, the layer of realizing that Susan, who was not one of the writers of [title of show], is an amazing writer, as she sings of her insecurity in coming to terms with that, more or less.)
Susan gives good hugs. She said writing is hard, and to just write a lot, and I’m late to the library to try to do that for an hour before class. The next couple of weeks, to the end of the semester, are gonna be fucked up and hard and Meg peed on the counter last night, but I’m looking forward to the summer, which as far as I’m concerned starts April 28th. But now I’m gonna put shoes on and head out.