You can now watch Future Farmer at youtube.com in 3 pieces. It’s a dark, sci-fi, dramedy set a century in the future on a genetically enhanced fruit farm. It was a fun little movie shot in 2 days and edited over several months as time allowed. With no budget except for what was spent initially on costumes, props and to cover some equipment and locations, Future Farmer was made with the help of an assortment of talented and fun people. I’ll get ya started with part 1…
Monthly Archives: July 2009
I have been cast in a thrilling new play. It comes from first-time director but established arts reviewer, Dan Solomon (Decider, Austinist) and was penned by his wife, Katherine Craft. It will be a site-specific performance, taking place in the living room or kitchen of someone’s home. The whole experience will be like witnessing a very uncomfortable dinner party. We are using a different living room for each of thhe three weekends. We still need one more house. Could it be yours? Continue reading
I really like doing print work. Or, I should say, I really like doing print work in Austin. Continue reading
I want to be under the sea…. HD fullscreen. Tonic for my aching bones.
I had quite the weekend. Sunday was brutal. The night before, my best friend for fifteen years came into town. We had a few drinks. I really mean a few. Definitely not enough to deserve the creeping hangover that I endured on Sunday. I mean, I remember when I actually had to get drunk to have a hangover. Continue reading
Still buzzing from this morning’s thrill and honor of being invited to participate in a weekly workshop with the talented guys at Rubber Rep. When I first moved to Austin, the very first show I saw was At Home With Dick II. In retrospect, it was a very appropriate introduction to Austin theatre. Perhaps best represented when I saw B’s mother, who had accompanied us, in her pearls (after all we were going to the theater), sandwiched between two huge strangers on Dick’s lumpy couch. She was holding a Lone Star someone had passed her, still unopened, little tears in her eyes from the tender story-songs being performed three feet away. That was the beginning of my admiration for the uncomfortable positions they require of their audiences and the consequent effects they provoke in people. Sometimes they do in a subtle way, sometimes they do it with a thirteen foot dildo. I have a feeling this workshop is going to seriously challenge my “comfort zone.” I cannot wait.