It's been a wild ride, trial and error, and anything but cliche'. Being new to performance art and quite content with my words on paper alone, I've been reminded that not all live events work out the way you envision. So, as I told a friend last night, it was a great, fun trip - and we expected to arrive somewhere exotic (like Prague) and instead, we ended up in Detroit. Highland Park. In the dark.
But I can't let the destination negate the trip.
This blog contains most of the poetry I wrote for this event, as performed by the actors from RG Productions. I've removed the comment areas, there are no links online to this, nor can you search for the video on youtube. I've posted this mainly for friends and colleagues who held my hand through this and wanted to have a taste of the finished product. This was recorded with my handheld video camera and, well, it shows.
And here's the very-necessary, never-enough thank yous: RG, Raylene, Doug and Ed, you are my kids. All your artwork will always hang on my fridge. My writers group, Rock/Paper/Scissors for holding my neurotic hand, listening to my whining, and caring about my words as if they were your own. Mario, for letting me be your crew. Raylene, my creative partner in crime. I hope we get adjoining cells. And when we get handcuffed, I hope Jeff gets it on tape.
And Karel, for sharing his brainchild. I was only kidding about the voodoo doll.
And of course, to everyone involved in this project - our group energy is like nothing I've ever experienced. Thank you ALL for what you bring to the table. I won't list your names because I'll forget one of you and then I'll feel guilty. And guilt sucks. I read that spraypainted some place.
Enjoy the words, both spoken and written, and don't miss the film-short at the very end. I'm quite sure I've won the prize for Worst Video Shot Through Jeff's Armpit.
And again, thank you my friends!
Peg...
