Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Definitely Not Tarhearted
Even if you don't know Josh Conkel or didn't get a chance to see MilkMilkLemonade, if this doesn't warm the cockles of your heart, bring a tear to your eye and fill you with something along the lines of real, actual hope, well, then, pal, you're a little dead inside and your heart might just be a craisin. You should have that looked at.
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Hey, that's me!
Thanks for this. I made a very clear decision with this play that I was going to write a play for the people that I love instead of some imagined critics. I think before I was trying to write toward what I thought "real" theater was. Or something? Basically I just want audiences to feel like they've come over to my house for drinks, which if the show is at UNDER St. Mark's they basically have. Anyway, I'm glad it went over so well.
I was even thrilled by the not so positive voice review, because the reason he didn't like it was because he thought it was too cutesy. Cute, I'll take. I was expecting "hateful" or "hideous" or something.
Sometimes I think I should change the name of my blog. When I started it I smoked a pack a day and was kind of an alchy. I don't smoke or drink anymore, but I think it still fits though.
I'm still battling with my own cynicism and anger. I always think of The Breakfast Club. "what happens to you when you get older? Your heart dies."
You're very welcome. Thanks for your great play.
I don't know if growing up means your heart dies. I think too many of us let our hearts die and call that growing up. It doesn't have to be that way.
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