Three years

Three years ago today, I went to a theater show because my friend Tammy told me that I would love it.

I didn’t love it. The mask was uncomfortable, it was tedious to stand the whole time, and it’s just wrong to do “Macbeth” without dialog.

I debated whether to leave early or to follow the character who’d caught my eye. The ticket was expensive, so I stayed and followed.

Almost three years later, I found myself in an old postal sorting office on another continent, watching that same performer eat an orange in the messiest way I’ve ever seen.

What a strange journey this has been.

It was an opportunity to discover forms of art that I’d never understood before - mainly dance, but also installation art and music from eras I’d never appreciated. To see the most incredible performances, from the epic choreography to the tiny intimate scenes. Moments of hilarity and of adventure. Embarrassment, discomfort, and occasionally genuine terror. Happy tears and sad tears. Missing performers who’ve left, yet the excitement of discovering something illuminated by a new performer. That joy of seeing someone amazing in a role you never thought you’d be lucky enough to catch them in.

A world where I could pretend to be someone less shy than myself and experiment with coming out of my shell. Meeting such interesting, kind, and talented people. Friendships that have been so precious, if sometimes rocky. Jokes and secrets and tears, endless Facebook chats and long conversations into the night. Holidays and special events. The surreal experiences of being at the show with old friends, my parents, and my boss.

The fact that every time I think I’m done, something lures me back in.

The moments of connection and serendipity that can’t quite be explained in words. Whiskey shots, gin gimlets, silly costumes, dances with strangers. Dreams, and nightmares, and the fact that both have occasionally come true. That odd game when you interact with someone you’ve followed many times before, and you both know that the moment you’re in is created by the fact that you’re both committing to an illusory reality, but you let yourself believe in it anyway because you don’t want the magic to end.

badgerheartedgirl:

Random question: Do you think the Punchdrunk blood will attract bugs? Never been bloodied at SNM before (despite attempts to find the premium spatter zone during the rave) so this hasn’t been an issue before.

I smuggled my mask back from TDM, and I want to keep it, but as I live in NYC and we already have more bugs than I am comfortable with (I.E. more than zero), I’m worried the sweetness of it will attract creepy crawlies. Thoughts?

(I feel like this seems like a crazy person’s question, so a justification for my paranoia: I came home from Thanksgiving, laid down to take a nap, and found a cockroach about an inch from my face on my pillow. I have dedicated my life to preventing this terror from every happening again *shudders*)

This is definitely my favorite Punchdrunk-related question I’ve ever seen on the internet.

akajakeedwardmarks:

Yay!  Gallow Green is opening soon!  Herb Festival!  Yay!
Sadly, I can’t go but “Yay” to those who can.

I’m going Saturday at 6:30 if anyone wants to join. :-)

akajakeedwardmarks:

Yay!  Gallow Green is opening soon!  Herb Festival!  Yay!

Sadly, I can’t go but “Yay” to those who can.

I’m going Saturday at 6:30 if anyone wants to join. :-)

Anonymous asked: I saw TDM for the first time last week and felt incredibly lucky to see Luke Murphy as Dwayne, Paul Zivkovich as The Fool, Leslie Kraus as Wendy, Conor Doyle as Frankie, and Lily Ockwell as Faye. It was a treat to see them all performing again!

scorchedthesnake:

That is a special treat indeed! I’d especially love to see Luke’s Dwayne.

It’s like a transatlantic exchange program.

franceskoncan:

(more) paul zivkovich from everything, photographed by marcelo krasilcic

WOW. These photos are beautiful.

franceskoncan:

paul zivkovich in everything magazine (via instagram)

"We shot an amazing dancer and person, Paul Zivkovich. He was so inspiring. We shot the entire story in one suit I made for him… When I first started, I was thinking of the magazine as a bit of a Co-op of sorts. A place to bring your misfit ideas. But after we shot Paul’s story, it was so emotional and I related to what he was doing in such an abstract personal way, I began to see how I could take something as superficial as fashion imagery and make it really personal and emotional. It really became a love letter in the end." - Benjamin Sturgill

And Then There Were None
So glad to have seen this. I expected it to be unique and ambitious, but was surprised at how well-made and effective it was. The location was great, and it built to a tense and powerful ending that had the audience riveted. (Plus there was alcohol to soothe over the occasional rough parts. ;) )
Also the acting was uniformly FABULOUS (shoutout to Mallory Gracenin who kind of ended up as the emotional core of it, but really everyone was wonderful).

And Then There Were None

So glad to have seen this. I expected it to be unique and ambitious, but was surprised at how well-made and effective it was. The location was great, and it built to a tense and powerful ending that had the audience riveted. (Plus there was alcohol to soothe over the occasional rough parts. ;) )

Also the acting was uniformly FABULOUS (shoutout to Mallory Gracenin who kind of ended up as the emotional core of it, but really everyone was wonderful).

Go see Austin Goodwin in this - he is great. Plus all the dances are really fun to watch. Tickets are still on sale for Monday & Tuesday…

Go see Austin Goodwin in this - he is great. Plus all the dances are really fun to watch. Tickets are still on sale for Monday & Tuesday…

chloefinore:

"Once upon a time, there was a poor child
with no father and no mother.”

travelwedo:

Calloway singing “Ain’t Misbehavin’” in front of a pile of men. Fortunately, all ends well.

(Cont. from this.)

Not so much “a pile of men” as “a pile of giggling corpses”. ;)