Joining the Crowd (or How I Learned to Indiegogo)

In prepping for hosting Stampede Labs earlier this year, I read Christopher Olsen’s Off-Off Broadway The Second Wave: 1968-1980. Lots of great anecdotes and things I didn’t really know about the movement. One thing that stood out for me was where the money came from to fund the work of the companies working at that time. Back then, it was fairly common for a good company to get 60% from grants and 40% from ticket sales.

Nowadays, the grant pool is tightening. So crowdfunding sites like Indiegogo, Kickstarter and more than 100 others have flooded the web to help projects. This has been a blessing and the source of some backlash.

My indie theater and film company Elephant Run District is in the final days of our first Indiegogo campaign. I’ve learned a few things I felt would be good to share. First is that I have money issues. What’s so special about that? Absolutely nothing. Everyone has money issues. But my biggest issue is that I don’t want to ask people for money. It’s so unseemly. It shows I’m weak and unable to do something on my own. It says I haven’t gotten it all figured out. Or I fear people will think the work isn’t good enough to have financial angels drop wads of cash from their large condos into our coffers.

I really really really don’t like asking for money. I’m afraid of losing friendships or having people turn on me. I’m worried we’ll be mocked.  Just before we began our campaign, someone posted on Facebook that he had received 70 requests to help fund projects in the 2 weeks prior to his post. Having been on the receiving end of a similar flood of requests, I know what a bind it can put you in— “I can’t give to everyone. I don’t want to play favorites.” So my compromise was to forgo using my Equity card to get into shows for free and to pay full price for tickets for Aimee and me. (We take turns.) I felt it was making both a show of support physically and by putting money down. The problem is there is only one of me and hundreds of shows happening at once. With work, running ERD, doing work for LIT and trying to be an artist, it’s hard to get to everything. But I get to a lot. Here is my stack of programs for roughly the last 2 years. I don’t have a count.

program pic

One thing I’ve learned is that some people give anonymously. They don’t want the world to know that they gave to one campaign over another. Also, some folks don’t want to blast how much they donated. They will send a note that says, “I have hundreds of people asking me for money. Please don’t let anyone know I gave to your campaign.” Who can blame them? Seems like a legit way to deal with things. This is something I’ll do when I can’t get to shows I want to support from now on. Ralph Lewis, a poetically blunt man and true person of the theatre, says we’re all passing around the same twenty dollars. There’s a lot of truth to that statement. If only that could fund everything people want to do.

Going into our campaign, we were advised by the producer/director/coach Andrew Frank that the majority of the money comes at the beginning and the end of the campaign. So you want the window of time in between to be as short as possible. With that in mind, we made our $10,000 campaign only 30 days long. Andrew said 90% of campaigns that get to 30% make it all the way. We hit that mark in about nine days. The second week was a lull. For three days of our third week, we had an anonymous donor who was matching $1 for every $2 we received. This helped us leap from 33% to 69% and was followed with a few more donations. So far, we’ve had 92 funders give to this campaign.

We were advised to go with Kickstarter as our funding platform. The deal is either you get to 100% or you get nothing. While that makes for more drama and raises the stakes, the thing that made me not want to use them is that they are affiliated with Amazon. I’m also glad we did not go with Kickstarter because you can’t contribute anonymously with them. No bueno.

With Indiegogo there’s a 7% fee (4% for FirstGiving’s payment platform and 3% for credit card fees) or 12% (7% + 5% of what I’ll call the Loser Fee) if you don’t reach your goal. For our campaign that’s a difference of up to $500. You can arrange for a “Fixed Funding” structure, which will work like Kickstarter where you don’t get any funds and the funders get refunded if you need that extra kick in the pants.

What we had going into our campaign was our Managing Director Ethan Angelica. He worked very hard to create new content in the form of videos and pictures to go out to the internet each day, with a detailed schedule. He also arranged the perk structure and all the details. It was like magic seeing all of it come together. He wanted to have our max be $7,500. I pushed for $10,000, saying it’s good to go beyond our comfort zone.

As I type three days away from the end of our campaign, we’re at $7,089.

$10,000 is a lot of money. For some people it’s not but I don’t know many for whom that’s true. Most of the work I’ve done has been solo shows on shoestrings. I tried a couple times to ask for donations but it felt too personal so I was unsuccessful. Having a company structure and our 501(c)3 has helped me get beyond those squeamish feelings. Half of me wants to call Ethan and tell him I’m sorry because he was right. Or that, at the very least, we’d almost be there by now. Half of me wants to push ahead.

But you must use caution in forging ahead. In an effort to drum up donations, you can’t blast too many emails, tweets or Facebook posts. I’m being especially cautious with ERD’s email. Our open rate is between 18% and 25% and we lose 1 to 5 people on each email we send. We’ve been steadily adding people as well so that number is fairly consistent. But you can turn people off on Facebook. We’ve tried really hard to not just email and post “give to our campaign” over and over again but to come up with amusing or earnest expressions of thanks to funders.  This was tricky during our dead week. I don’t have a lot of time for social media so I try to make it count. Aimee did things like post a video of a song on Facebook with a different theme each day and we noticed an uptick in donations. Ethan was good at evaluating when we were getting traffic and then helping us know when to post.

I’m astounded by the fact that we’ve had 92 funders give to our campaign. I’m genuinely grateful to all of our funders both on this campaign and at previous times. It’s been a real vote of confidence to see the numbers go up. We’ll be able to pay for some things on both productions we haven’t had previously and we’re trying to grow. We became a real-deal not-for-profit this year and are starting our free Brecht in the Park series. We’re sending our first show to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Both seem to have people excited about our work.

We’re in the final days of the campaign. As I feel the pressure build, I’m trying to allow myself to let go and not make the world crazy with asks. Ethan crafted a direct ask email for part of our email list that did not open the last email. This will either help with donations and interest in our projects or result in more unsubscribes. I imagine it will do a bit of both. Either way, we’ve scored a victory on this campaign.

In figuring out what kind of company we were going to build with Elephant Run District, we wanted to give back and bolster the indie theater territory. I hope this gives an idea of what you are up against if you haven’t done a crowdfunding campaign and a bit of comfort for those who have.

And, you know, if you have an extra $5 or $10 there are worse places to put it than here.

Without a Burr (or Brogue)

fringe guide ad 2013The Edinburgh Festival Fringe guide arrived in my mailbox today. It has 332 pages of listings of nearly 3,000 shows, with a venue guide and index close to 50 pages. It’s bigger than the old phone books of many towns. And it’s all entertainment. My listing is on page 255, which is the second page of the theatre section. My 1/8 page ad (pictured here) is on p. 338, next to the listings for Wing It, Dusty and The Winter’s Tale.

I will be pouring over these pages to see which shows to see. I need to figure out which queues to flyer (in America you say “which lines to busque”). Then, I’ll see which shows my be potential friends or allies. It’s usually not the ones I expect. People/shows represent differently in the literature than they do in life. Some are pleasant surprises. Others are not.

It is both surreal and cool. It’s also exciting and terrifying. Just skimming the pages, there’s a certain exuberance I can’t quite quantify on the pages. There’s a sensibility there that is both fun and at a high level. There’s energy under the listings and the advertisements. Seeing this together, I feel like a small fish jumping into a big pond in spite of putting up work in NYC for the last 10 years.

There’s a lot of stuff to prep for this beyond simply rehearsing the piece. My to-do list is really long. Longer than it has been for any previous show I’ve created. Sometimes the producing can be a great distraction from creating the work. It’s a good way to keep yourself occupied. Or a way to short-change the most important part. But then I think, “but if no one comes to see it, what’s the point?” I think that’s where a lot of people make shows about outrageous things in order to get attention. And a lot of good artists become bitter because working on the piece itself is never enough.

It’s my first time performing at this festival. It’s a big investment in time, money, energy, and fortitude. They say it takes three trips there to make an impact with both the audiences and the global presenters in attendance. The feeling I have right now is like being thrown in the deep end of the pool and my instinct is to start flailing my arms around when it’s far better to stay still, let myself drift to the bottom and float back up. Then I can learn to swim. But my inner child wants to do triple back flips off the high dive.

I stand by my show. It did well in it’s earlier incarnation Two Lovely Black Eyes. I have to remind myself of that until the pieces come together and I get in front of an audience again.

It plays July 25 at 9 p.m. and July 26 and 27 at 7 p.m. at 59 E 59 in NYC. Please come see it if you’re in town.

It play Aug. 2 to 24 (no show Aug. 11 or 18) at the Gryphon 2 in Edinburgh. Please see it twice if you’re there.

If you can’t do either and want to support this effort, please consider donating to our Indiegogo campaign. I deeply, deeply appreciate it.

I’ll keep you posted on how things develop.

Learning lines

I like leaning lines. I don’t bowl or throw darts or fish so it’s how I relax. But not if I’m rushed.

I like lines that are tricky. Ones that require repetition.

I like running lines with other people. It gives you a sense of how they think, what they fear, and how far out they are willing to go. It’s a good way to bond.

 

OK. Enough goofing off. I’ve got an hour of blah blah blah to learn.

How the Grinch Stole Chris Harcum

I hate Christmas. For most of my life I have lived in denial of this because saying that makes one out to be a bad person. But I do. I hate Christmas and think it should not be celebrated.

A friend posted on Facebook today how she was trying to get in the holiday spirit by listening to holiday music on Pandora and how it wasn’t working. I wanted to reply that’s because the greater majority of that garbage music is either schlocky or terrible. And I’m sick of it. In the same way I can’t listen to “Stairway to Heaven” by Led Zeppelin ever again. I’ve had enough. The way I can’t listen to Elvis now. It’s been done to death. New songs only make it worse and remakes fill me with rage. Hearing them only compels me to build a Festivus pole and prepare to air my grievances and show my strength on Dec. 23.

Hearing “Silent Night” with lit candles does always seem to put a spell over me. I do like seeing snowflakes in windows and crystal lights strewn in trees. I like seeing people run around without having to go to work. I like that big waste of a Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center and the little shops in Bryant Park. I like the yule log on TV, almost to the point of giving in on the music. Almost. And I like getting a nice gift and seeing someone melt upon receiving it.

Don’t mistake my feelings about Christmas as a lack of generosity or compassion. I do my best to carry those things the rest of the year.

In addition to hating the holiday music, I hate “A Christmas Carol” and “The Nutcracker.” Seen them both more times than I can count. Been in CC twice as the boy who gets the turkey for Scrooge when I was 12 and as Bob Cratchit shortly after arriving in NYC. I’ve danced in “Nutcracker” 5 times. I’m done. Done. Done. Done. I do like what Mark Morris did with “The Hard Nut.” Saw that at BAM a few years ago. I’m burnt out on “A Christmas Story” and “It’s a Wonderful Life.” For years, my favorite holiday movie was the first “Lethal Weapon” flick. But Mel Gibson ruined that by being Mel Gibson.

I HATE SANTA CLAUS. What a messed up concept this is. When I was 6, I showed my loyalty to my classmate by sticking my tongue out at his sister who was in the third grade. My teacher pulled my out of the line to the lavatory and put me in front of the class for a group interrogation.

“What do you think will happen to Chris, class?”

I was in a full-body convulsion and tears streamed down my face.

“Um, he won’t get the good behavior bear on his desk?”

“That’s true. What else?” BIG, HEAVY PAUSE. None of the kids knew the answer she wanted. “Santa won’t come to visit him.”

I thought I’d die. But he did visit, even though the teacher made a point of calling my mother to tell her my capital offense. (Not to be confused with this nonsense.)

Two years later, Santa left gifts under the tree several days before Christmas. I knew his handwriting. This bothered me. I thought about it through the night. Walking home from school the next day, I realized he did not exist. No one told me this. I figured this out. And it angered me because the idea of Santa is used as a way to control behavior and adults are running around telling lies to their “stupid” children. I was not allowed to ruin the illusion for my 3-year-old brother at the time. But that’s when I think I was done with it. I just haven’t really let myself say it until now.

Because of this, I hate the forced cheer and the travel and the stress and the rituals. I hate the awkwardness and barely suppressed rage that comes with putting parts of a family together that otherwise never would be. Or should be. I hate seeing people buy things for other people they don’t want, need or even like. I hate fake holiday flavors and foods you should not be forced to eat. I hate the alcohol consumption that’s needed to survive this. I hate seeing sad people in bars at this time. I hate how much the suicide rate goes up. I hate people buying things they can’t afford. I hate that Wal-Mart has ruined Thanksgiving for this crap and that AC/DC lets that awful company use their music. I hate that this is built on child slavery and low-wage labor. The traffic, the lines, the post office, the way Amazon is a kudzu eating at our souls. Hate all of it.

I’m also not a fan of the other version of Christmas. Either one is a telescope pointed at our inadequacies and insecurities. I’ll soon hear stories from friends of how they survived the holidays.

“What’s the point of putting yourself through that?”

“Well, I have to because…” The rest of the statement is some version of how it’s easier to suffer than deal with the manipulative shit from someone in the family. Usually followed with a list of what will be regifted.

“I don’t hate Christmas,” they tell me. “I just wish…” This is followed with some variation of wishing they could have stayed on the couch in pajamas and drink hard liquor. These are not low-lifes, mind you, these are respectable friends of mine.

The arguments I hear for Christmas do not convince me.

“It’s for the kids.” No it’s not. It’s for control and/or compensation for the rest of the year. And, admit it, they drive you up the wall with their greed and moodiness.

“It makes me feel like a kid again.” So does target practice for some. I wish the toys and the guns could be put away. Rare is the healthy family, devoid of problems.

But we get this holiday to forget about domestic abuse, violence, bullying, competition, anger, pedophilia, and other familial and societal ills pushed below the surface.

Fortunately, New Year’s is just around the corner to start all over again. I wish everyone good luck on surviving this Christmas.

Why I wrote a play about a porn actress

In the waning days of myspace in 2008, Georgina Spelvin  (actually her assistant) sent me a friend request. A couple days prior I’d sent a request to Ron Jeremy on a lark after seeing him on a reality show. I did this because my grad school buddy, Jason Kehler, was Mr. Jeremy’s stunt double in a horror action film shot in Florida. Jason did a body burn and ran from an exploding car.

So I got Georgina’s request, with the profile picture you see here on the left, and did a search on her. The name was familiar but didn’t ring a bell. After reading a few pages on her, I immediately sent a request to adapt her upcoming memoir into a play. Her story is amazing.

I didn’t think she’d respond. But she did (well, her assistant) and then after a few exchanges, I wound up talking with her on the phone. Never would have thought that would happen. She was so great. So funny and cool and down to earth. She’s one of my tribe. She’s been through so much and although life didn’t really go as planned, she wound up making the best of it.

I’m being a little vague about the details of what’s in her memoir, The Devil Made Me Do It, because, well, you should read it. Or see the adaptation I wrote of it at the Living Theatre tomorrow night. It’s gone through many changes since my first draft in 2009. For the reading, we have 10 actors playing 60 characters. I promise it won’t be performed like Nicholas Nickleby. We have some incredible actors. Wait, this is turning into a plug.

Anyway…

I guess I should take a second and say I’m no more or less into porn than any other average non-Mormon. It’s not so much about the porn, it’s about the shape of her life story.

This is my first adaptation and I learned a few things along the way. You know the old maxim “show, don’t tell”? I don’t think I really understood that until I worked on this. Boy oh boy is it difficult not to have characters tell you things they did, etc. If you do have one of those, it helps to have something else going on in the immediate moment to cause it. Also, there are so many interesting things one could include but there’s a point where it has to stop or the story dies like a plant with too much water.

The adaptation takes a lot of stuff from the book but I rearranged a lot of the sequence of the events and go back and forth in time. I also have 3 different actresses playing the title role in different stages in her life. There are so many facets to Georgina that I couldn’t have one actress play her from beginning to end. I also added some characters and a couple minor subplots to round out things and give people who may not have lived during that time an idea of what was going on.

To me, it’s less about someone going into porn and more about an artist veering off her path. I see it happen to so many talented people. It ain’t easy trying to make as an artist in this country. I think anyone who has tried will appreciate this story. People who wind up as teachers, waiters, life coaches, real estate agents, tour guides, or any number of things besides what they really want to be will get it. Not that there’s anything wrong with being any of these things. God knows, I’d be a wreck without my Clark Kent job.

What’s been nice is how supportive, considerate, and kind she has been through this process. I emailed her a copy of the latest draft and she gave me 20 or so line suggestions. But she never said not to do this or that with it.

When last I left the rehearsal room, there wasn’t any nudity in the show. But it’s been a few days since I’ve seen what they are doing. No telling what Aimee’s done with this. I may live tweet the reading to keep Georgie posted on how it goes.

My Scottish Recce

Got back Saturday and I’m still adjusting. Passed out on the couch watching Colbert last night. Woke up 90 minutes later. Stayed up another 90 or so.

Aimee and I went this past week to see the Edinburgh Festival Fringe. To see what it’s all about. Not to take a show this year. The wisdom we have received is that you need to do this first to save a lot of headaches. I have to say I agree. Even though I’ve been in a number of festivals, this is entirely different. No offense to any festivals, but it’s like comparing the Track & Field Day I had at Oak View Elementary to the summer Olympics.

There are around 2800 productions going on at once. The Royal Mile is a busking and flyering paradise. Or an agoraphobic’s nightmare. Posters everywhere. We played a game called Church, Pub or Venue? We added Hostel to the choices after a couple of days. Our hotel had a pub that was a venue. The street in front of the lobby–Grassmarket–was another busking and outdoor performance zone.

The sad souls giving out postcards for shows everywhere you go. “Free comedy show tonight at half-eleven.” “2-for-1 tonight.” The one that struck me most deeply: “The show called ‘a complete waste of time’ in today’s review.” With 20 days to go in the festival, that person had a tough climb ahead. The six or so panhandlers I saw during our entire stay sat quietly on the ground with a cup or hat and meditatively stared below ankle level.

The food is terrible. Bacon is good. Beer was bad. Went back to Guinness. Haggis balls disappointing to me. Starbucks serves Sausage Butties. I avoided. Had to go there for the wifi that was not working at the hotel. Most coffee is served as Americanos elsewhere.

The shows were mostly excellent that we picked. I’d say over 12 hours were put into choosing what we’d see from the various guides. A venue organization can have venues in several locations and multiple spaces. A couple times we zipped Amazing Race-style from the wrong one to the right-er one to the actual one. There are many guides. The main guide. The Big 4 guide. Each venues guide. The PBH Festival Guide. The Laughing Horse Free Festival guide. Zoo Venues, Gryphon Venues, C Venues and The Spaces. Oh, and the Edinburgh International Festival. Yeah, that’s the thing that started in 1947. About 12 companies weren’t let into that and so they started a Festival Fringe. There’s also a small jazz festival at a venue and a Foodies Festival.

We did not get to see any of our friends’ shows. We saw 30 shows in 7 days trying to see a variety of spaces and types of work. I feel guilt about not supporting friends there but it would be a tiny drop in an infinite bucket. Picking out what to see was hard and we really needed another week to see most of what we wanted and to support friends. We get out to see a lot of stuff in NYC so we put the focus on what we didn’t know.

This trip cost close to twice what our last festival production cost but it was a great investment. Now we have to figure out our plan for next year and the years to follow. I’m a little sad to be back home but relieved to be able to unplug. I was really overwhelmed by the fourth day.