Promoting We Will Go

Started the day watching McCain be recalcitrant. If he goes out the door because of a scandal and Huckabee gets the nomination it will be a very weird time. McCain’s wife looked pissed but that might just be from the plastic surgery. Then I went to an audition for Connecticut Lottery. It’s the third state lottery commercial I’ve auditioned for since last summer. It’s a meta-lottery for me. Chances of winning 1:40+.

Found a putter for my George W. Bush monologue. I went to a sports shop first and they were $109-$179. The one I got was $5.41 with tax at the Salvation Army on 8th St. It even has an American Flag sticker on it. Small but present. People looked at me a little funny as I walked with it to the Kraine Theater. In the papers today they said people have less time to play golf. I must’ve looked like a real gold-bricker.

Went on a 4-hour postcard “walking tour” of the East Village with Dan who created Thanks for the Scabies, Jerkface. He is only 21 and is still in school at the University of Kentucky but has already performed in 8 different fringes around. He was an all around nice guy. Go see his show.

It’s good to get to the bottom of your stack of postcards and flyers for a show. I don’t know if it’s worse to do that in 28 degree weather or in 105 degrees. I was certainly less dehydrated by the end of this afternoon but I did sneak in a nice nap. It can feel weird asking people to let you put out your cards. I hate going in places where the postcard area is wrecked and no one’s taken care of it. How is anyone going to find anything? I understand it at dive bars but at New York Theatre Workshop and the Ontological Theatres, it should be better kept. I do try my best to be a good citizen with cards and not knock others out of the way or fight for real estate. The thing I hate most is busking during the actual festival. To see people turn down your cards to your face is awful. Even worse is having them look at it, grill you about it, and then hand it back.

I’ve been doing more online work tonight to raise the show’s presence. I dug on the net and found emails for local universities to send blasts to their students. At this point, my number of sales is holding steady but I think my number of critics coming is going up. Tomorrow I will email people from my personal list and remind media outlets.

Bricken’s friend, Maryanne Ventrice, came to the run in the mini theatre at Roy Arias last night to take some pictures. Maryvel Bergen, my cool lighting designer, and Chris Foster, costume designer and now board op (thank God), were there too. The room is beyond tiny and it is full of crap. You feel like you are playing in someone’s rec room and the junk has been pushed to the sides and covered in curtains. I included a few of my favorites here and added the Uncle Sam, which will be added in the show now. On an odd note: Maryanne sent the link to her Flicker page (she is freakin’ amazing) and on my gmail I get these ads in relation to what is in the email. I don’t know why but one is for a colon cleanser product so I clicked on it. Oh, good Lord, the had all these testimonials with pictures of satisfied customers, and the disgusting shag ropes made of horse anuses and death they scoop up on metal hooks from the toilet to show what was inside them. So gross.

I think I’m going to do that after the run is over. Cleansing, massage, dermabrasion, and teeth whitening. I won’t recognize myself.


In 1987, Will Eisner wrote, “I came to feel more keenly about the disappearances of people and landmarks. Especially troubling to me was the callous removal of buildings. I felt that, somehow, they had a kind of soul…barnacled with laughter, stained with tears, are more than lifeless edifices.”

Two days ago, I went down to the WTC site around 5pm. It was so different than it was in ’02. On that first anniversary, there were people there being respectful and mourning. The only irritation was the media shutterbugs being nuisances and snapping pictures right in your face as though you were a car or a piece of cake or some other inanimate object.

At 5pm on the 6th anniversary, there was a lot of buzz and anger. People were out shouting about how it was a conspiracy. How there was another building, 7 WTC, that went down that same day. You can’t really see into the site anymore. Now it is officially growing like a pot of boiling water. I don’t know if they moved the piece of scaffolding that was shaped like a cross. The Deutsche Bank building is finally coming down. I won’t argue whether all this is good or bad.

Being there on the 11th, I feel like it should just be a memorial. The economy seems to be doing better without buildings there. I would feel like I was on sacred ground were I to do any kind of business on that site. It seems like we are moving more rapidly into breaking the promise of “never forgetting”. I am troubled by the fact that no one has taken responsibility. I am worried we are tipping the world and messing ourselves up over something that we may never know the truth about.

As I wander around the city, I am astounded by the buildings that go up at the speed of a sneeze. The contrast between these high-priced mega towers with their glass edifices and the small, almost sad but charming older buildings is unsettling. Everyone is going real estate crazy and it seemed to get jacked up after 9/11. Like people lost a bit of themselves with those buildings and now they going out and getting one of their own. Or many. We are getting obese on real estate along with fatty foods. We will be moving back to a time of landlords and serfs before you know it. I saw that The Onion made a joke article about the widening gap between the rich and the super rich. It’s funny because it’s true.