Tuesday, October 28, 2008

MAKING A MUSICAL FROM THE GROUND UP

Let's make a musical. First we're going to need... well... songs. A story that connects the songs would be nice, and musicians, and actors who can sing, dance, act and perform, and great sets and costumes, direction, choreography, lights, a theatre would be great, so would an audience, oh, and someone to pay for everything and do the advertising...

I'm not being a smart ass. Any time you stop and think of all the things you need to do a show – a new show – you're doomed. It's impossible for all the elements to come together to make it happen. Impossible for all the individual artists involved to come together in agreement. Impossible! You can't do it. No one can. So how is it that shows are being written, cast, produced? The answer is: everybody is in love. And when you're in love, you have poor judgment and faulty long term planning.

Manny Azenberg, long time Broadway producer once commented to a reporter on why a critic's pan was so hurtful. He said that to do a show you had to fall in love with it and commit wholly to it. Flippant criticism was like saying, “Your wife is ugly.” Being in love with her, you don't see it and you don't want to hear it even if it's true.

So, people who do new plays are madly, blindly, stupidly in love. That's how shows happen. They are each an impossibility. And sometimes they're even beautiful.

So kids, let's write a show.

HOW IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN

Improv. That's right. We're going to improv a whole script in bits and pieces and cobbled together dorm room performances. I want to make this fun and interesting and not teachy (even though you're going to learn something).

If you have a composer with you, then you're ahead of the game. If you don't have a composer on hand, you'll have to scrounge one up eventually, and it's better to involve them earlier than later. If you are a composer, then I hope you know:

  1. how to write music (on paper)

  2. how to arrange music, even if it's just minimal for presentation sake

  3. how to accompany a performer

  4. how to teach a song to a performer

For the first four or five sessions we won't need a composer. After that, it gets harder and harder to proceed. But we'll cross that coda when we come to it.

Here's how each session will proceed:

  • Sessions. Here's a partial list:

    • The Participation Song

    • Verse, Chorus

    • AABA

    • Scansion

    • Ballad

    • Character number

    • Novelty number

    • Patter

    • Duets

    • Counterpoint

    • Chorus

    • Openings

Each of these is a full session with explanations, pontifications, theoretical stuff to forget and whatever. At the end, I'll give an assignment. The first two will be very easy, for my sake as well as yours. When you've done the assignment, you can email it to me. You can post questions in the blog itself.

As always, if you choose to accept this assignment, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE


JIM

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

William Carlos Williams loved colors

    Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
    It is not a color.
    It is summer!
    It is the wind on a willow,
    the lap of waves, the shadow
    under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
    three herons, a dead hawk
    rotting on a pole--
    Clear yellow!
    It is a piece of blue paper
    in the grass or a threecluster of
    green walnuts swaying, children
    playing croquet or one boy
    fishing, a man
    swinging his pink fists
    as he walks--
    It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots
    in the ditch, moss under
    the flange of the carrail, the
    wavy lines in split rock, a
    great oaktree--
    It is a disinclination to be
    five red petals or a rose, it is
    a cluster of birdsbreast flowers
    on a red stem six feet high,
    four open yellow petals
    above sepals curled
    backward into reverse spikes--
    Tufts of purple grass spot the
    green meadow and clouds the sky.

    William Carlos Williams

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Neruda also a visual poet

XVII (I do not love you...)
by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Translated by Stephen Tapscott


William Blake the visionary of book making




He was amazing. Wrote em, drew em, printed em, colored em.