Near Death and Daddyhood

Near Death and Daddyhood

1. Ten months old.

Two identical doors were nestled just next to each other in our kitchen. One opened up to our pantry while the other lead to our basement, a ten-step plummet onto a cold concrete floor.

Mom plopped me into my walker—one of those plastic saddled donuts on wheels, designed to teach kids how to waddle along on their own two feet—occupying my time by butting into the kitchen cabinets while she washed the dishes.

When I battle-rammed the basement door, I took all ten of those wooden steps still strapped to my walker, a newborn Thelma and Louise, tumbling head over heels before cracking my cranium against the concrete below.

As mom scooped me up, she used her left hand to cradle my body, the length of her forearm lining my backbone, while cupping my pulpy skull in the palm of her right. She ran out of the house, straight into the street, stopping the first car that drove up by presenting them this fissured infant, begging the man behind the wheel to take us to the nearest hospital.

2. Three years old.

I’m jack-rabbiting through the crowd at the county fair, bobbing and weaving within this pedestrian thicket. Mom can’t keep up, calling out for me to stop, slow down—but I’m not listening, already lost to her.

Up ahead is this young couple on a date, just teenagers holding hands, walking my way. I try cutting through the middle of them, only to get clothes-lined, hooking my chin with their joint fist and back-flipping.

I land directly on my head, again, smacking asphalt at the exact same spot as I had when I was a baby, only two years and however-many-months back, cracking open my cranium all over.

Both occasions had me wearing a plastic satellite dish wrapped around my neck like some vet’s collar that keeps a dog from scratching at a healing wound.

Now there’s a crater in my skull from both fractures, a solidified ditch that starts at the parietal bone, running all the way down to the occipital.

You can still trace the indentation with your finger.

3. Four years old.

There’s a root beer lollipop in my mouth that this dachshund is dying to bite.

It doesn’t help matters that I keep thrusting my face straight into its snout, poking the poor pup with the lollipop’s stick—or that we’re both sitting on the bow of a motor boat, drifting down the Roanoke River with the engine in neutral.

I lean into that dachshund’s face, taunting it to try and bite—only it snaps this time, really snaps, those mouse-trap jaws nipping the stick in between my lips. I jerk my neck back quick, sending the rest of me overboard, right into the drink.

As I sank, tangling up into crystalwort, I distinctly remember the flavor of root beer on my tongue.

That lollipop was still in my mouth all the way down.

4. Five years old.

Grandma’s wearing a mumu to a neighbor’s barbecue.

There’s a pool in their backyard that nobody’s swimming in, so I take it upon myself to get this party started and jump in.

I remember grandma standing at the pool’s lip just before she leapt, her body warping and distorting along the water’s surface as I drowned.

When she carried me out of the pool, cradling me in her arms, I noticed how her mumu clung tightly to her body. Floral print skin.

5. Eleven years old.

I crawled out from the ocean on my hands and knees like some primordial fish ready to shake off its own tail and wriggle up onto its newly evolved feet.

Only my chest cavity kept clamped. My lungs were refusing to inflate.

That wave had balled itself up into a fist around my boogie board and pounded me against the sand. I landed flat on my chest, the impact flushing the air clear out from my lungs.

The ocean was punishing me for boogie-boarding by myself.

All those familial admonishments about riptides and undertows had gone in one ear and right out the other—and here I was, learning my lesson the hard way.

It took a slap on the back from an uncle to reverse the polarity on my lungs, pumping the water out and bringing the air back in.

6. Fourteen years old.

It’s the end of eighth grade. Middle school is hereby officially over.

Tim Showalter is throwing a rager at his neighborhood civic association and anybody who’s anybody is now crammed into the pool.

Somehow, I’ve found myself on Mark Kaiser’s shoulders, announcing to the graduating class of Robious Middle that I was about to perform a backflip right then and there in front of everyone. The execution was near-perfect, spinning end-over-end before diving face-first into the shallow water.

What I hadn’t calculated was the distance from the peek of Mark’s shoulders to the pool’s bottom, only a measly three feet below, my face instantly kissing the concrete basin at everyone’s heels—including Lindsay English, who I’d been crushing on hardcore all year long.

I could hear my neck crack, tamping my spine in this 24-vertebrae pileup. The water clouded up into a chlorine pink all around my face.

When I resurfaced, a bit dazed, Lindsay and her swarm of swimming girlfriends started shrieking, pointing at the gash in my forehead, my nose, my chin—this singular strip of peeled back tissue lining the entire length of my face.

It took the whole summer for those scabs to clear up.

7. I know I should be dead by now. Could’ve been six times over, easily.

Not to mention all the bike-jousting collisions. The pencil impalements. The tree-branch dive-bombings.

How did I even make it this far?

So, as I’m writing this, it’s the night before my wife and I find out if you’re going to be a boy or a girl—and I have absolutely no idea how I’m supposed to protect you from the million-and-one near death experiences waiting for you around every corner. I don’t even know how I survived them myself. 

I’m maudlin enough to chalk this all up to some higher power sparing me every broken bone and close-call decapitation. Or maybe I just have super powers.

But I’ve never felt this lucky to be alive—because now I get to meet you.

Then it’s your turn to survive childhood.

 

April 28, 2012


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Jahnavi’s Senior Thesis

Jahnavi’s Senior Thesis

Jahnavi Caldwell-Green. We've never met. Until this morning, I'll admit I didn't even know you existed. The distance between us is pretty staggering, geographically and/or otherwise. You're a senior at Lewis & Clark College in Portland, Oregon. I'm some guy in my mid-thirties over here in Brooklyn. 

But now we are forever linked, bound by the boards, thanks to your senior thesis project.

Jahnavi, you see, has decided to direct herself in a solo-show I wrote a few years back called COMMENCEMENT for the Lewis & Clark College Theatre Department's 2012 Senior Thesis Projects Festival.

I've got to hand it to you, Jahnavi… As far as senior thesis's go, you really picked a doozy. It's one thing to perform all three characters within the piece, navigating your way through sixty overwrought minutes— but to direct yourself as well? Sweet Jesus up above, girl! I would've picked a David Ives play instead. Something, anything, other than this melodramatic hand-wringer that I wrote. A better playwright + a better script = Diploma.

Knowing that this is the culminating effort of your undergraduate career, I can't help but feel partially responsible for the outcome of your project. I'm a little anxious, I've got to say. Maybe even a bit worried. Were you graded on this? How did you do? Did you pass? Just please tell me you passed…

And what about the audience? Did they stay with you? Did you survive your two performances? How are you? Is everything okay? 

This is what Jahnavi has to say about COMMENCEMENT: “Three women with deeply complex histories speak their truth, each in a state of stuckness, and struggle to act, to move forward, to commence.” 

Jahnavi—I just hope, I pray, that you make it to your own pending commencement, graduating with full honors at the end of the semester. 

Here's more info on the festival: http://bit.ly/I0qP12

Here are lighting designer Kaye Blankenship's pics: http://bit.ly/I0qVWq

 

April 21, 2012

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Opening act jitters

Opening act jitters

Look at them. All those blurry Q/A-faces. Staring back at me.

Our film HENLEY screened this last weekend at the 19th Annual James River Film Festival, playing before Rick Alverson's bad-touch THE COMEDY. Screening a short before a feature is like being the opening band to a huge headliner. Not many people come out to see the warmup. When the night's over, most folks will have forgotten who the opening act even was. That self-conscious voice at the back of my head had me believing everybody had promptly consigned HENLEY to backburner oblivion, so it was a pleasant surprise to stumble upon the blog called I Could Go On And On who had this to say: 

"Showing first was a short, "Henley," shot in Cumberland, Virginia about a kid who lives at a motel and collects road kill.The actor, Hale Lytle, was chosen from a host of SPARC kids, most of whom possessed the kind of "jazz hands" acting that they director was trying to avoid. For the record, Lytle couldn't be at the screening tonight because he's in NYC shooting a feature film. They grow up so fast. Actually, he causes road kill, which was the disturbing part of former local Clay McLeod Chapman's script from a chapter in his novel. But since I'd seen Chapman's work performed before, I knew to expect a twist and he'd delivered."

Thanks, Karen. If you'd like to read the rest of her post "An Ode to Film Devotion," click here: http://bit.ly/IXlOC4

 

April 17, 2012

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A Love Letter in the Library

A Love Letter in the Library

A quick trip down to ol' Virginia this weekend lead me to the Richmond Public Library, where an essay of mine is on exhibit for a show titled "Why Children's Books: Inspiring Generations." A handful of authors were asked to write a love letter to a children's book that continues to resonate with them today. Here's what I wrote:

 

SCARY STORIES TO TELL IN THE DARK
Written by Alvin Schwartz. Drawings by Stephen Gammell.
Essay by Clay McLeod Chapman

 

      There’s a campfire burning through my book. The pages crackle and hiss with each flame I flip. The lights have all been turned off, sending my bedroom into darkness, save for the words casting their ghastly shadows over my imagination.
     I want to share a story with you…
     A scary story.
     A pair of feet dangles down from inside an old woman’s chimney. Or how about a hook-handed madman who hitches a ride home with an unsuspecting couple? Or the one about the Wendigo (my absolute fave), an evil spirit who whisks you off the ground so fast, your feet burn down to nothing but stumps? Or, since we’re on a roll here, what about an ode to worms working their way through your intestines well after you’re dead and buried?
     You can find them all—and many, many more—waiting for you inside Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.
     Alvin Schwartz was the first writer I ever encountered as a kid who seemed capable of distilling the oral tradition onto the page, taking those rustic bits of folklore that I had heard spun around the campfire and somehow encapsulating their ethereal magic into print. These were words I wanted to read out loud—to myself, to friends, to anyone brave enough to listen. Pair up these eerie tales alongside Stephen Gammell’s pulpy pen and still dribbling ink sketches and you have every explanation necessary over why I lost so much sleep as a youngster. These illustrations seem to bleed right off the page. Touching them with my finger has always been a dicey prospect, even today, given the fact that they look wet. Very wet. Open this book up carefully, slowly, with both hands, lest the soft matter of The Dead Man’s Brains come spilling directly into your lap.
     Don’t say I didn’t warn you… 
     Books can be interactive. Even if the words remain static, frozen forever in their sentences, there is still a back-and-forth between what’s on the page and what brims within the reader’s imagination.
     The campfire is always there, nestled within their pages—ready to be lit. It’s merely a matter of reading.
     If you’re not too scared, that is. 
     Sure hope you brought some marshmallows…

 

April 15, 2012


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Coughing Fit: Bearing Witness To A Violinist Nearly Choke To Death

Coughing Fit: Bearing Witness To A Violinist Nearly Choke To Death

A few weeks back, my wife and I went to see the Brooklyn Philharmonic. The concert was a blast, but what has really lingered in my mind more than the music itself was watching one of the violinists struggle through a choking fit onstage.

I witnessed a slight tickle in the throat mount into a respiratory mini-melodrama of operatic proportions, all to the tune of “Am I Born” by David Little.

With our balcony seats, we were practically hovering above the performers. This bird’s eye view had my sightlines centered directly on the string section for most of the evening. It’s safe to say I’ve never been so close to a symphony in the midst of a recital before. Beholding the mechanical precision of the orchestra from above was like popping the hood on a car and letting its engine rev, observing all the various cogs and pistons as they operate in harmony with one another.

Which was why this gagging violinist caught my attention pretty quickly.

Somewhere within the second act, her neck started to strain.

I could tell she was trying to suppress a cough. Swallow it back down. There was a lull in the strings, which gave her a chance to hold her hand over her mouth—but the cough wouldn’t dissipate. If anything, from my vantage point, it looked like it was intensifying. This poor performer continued to wrestle with her own throat from the string section, the tendons in her neck stretched to the point of snapping.

But she refused to cough. She refused to disrupt the music.

She kept pushing, pushing it down into her chest—while that assiduous hack, mounting in its own unremitting intensity, continued to claw its way back up. 

When it was time to pick up her violin and play, it was easy to see that she was in a considerable amount of pain. Her face was flushed, eyes watering, almost as if she were responding to the beauty of the music itself—but no, that was actually a volcanic reflex against her glottis, a swell of trapped air yearning to burst free from her lungs. 

But she wouldn’t let the cough win. Even at the expense of her own physical well-being, her own comfort, she would not upset the cantata.

I felt helpless, absolutely helpless, stuck where I was, watching this all transpire. But what was even more prostrating was, once the show was over and I asked my wife about the choking violinist, she said she hadn’t noticed…

Had anyone else seen the torment this woman had gone through?

Had I been the only one?

Whoever you are, ma’am, I just wanted to let you know I saw everything. I saw your phlegmatic battle—and I saw you win.

Your struggle wasn’t in vain.

 

April 11, 2012


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As close to Tim & Eric as I’m ever gonna get…

As close to Tim & Eric as I’m ever gonna get…

Confession: I'm a big fan of "Tim & Eric Awesome Show, Great Job!" 

So. When I found out that our short film HENLEY would be screening directly before Rick Alverson's new feature THE COMEDY, starring none other than Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim, at the 19th Annual James River Film Festival, I got a little, you know… pants-poopy about it. 

It's not like either of them will be at the screening. Probably not. Of course not. Right? But this is as close to Tim and Eric as I'm ever going to get. I'm feeling a little bit like "The Six Degrees of Icarus Bacon" flying too close to the sun here. Or something like that. You know what I'm talking about. 

Here's a synopsis for the double-header of HENLEY and THE COMEDY at the James River Film Festival website: http://bit.ly/He1n11

Rick Alverson is from Richmond. I'm from Richmond. His movie played at Sundance this year. My movie played at Sundance this year. Now both of our films are screening back-to-back in Richmond together.

See how that all came full circle? I'm just about one degree away from touching Tim & Eric… A boy can dream, can't he? 

 

April 3, 2012

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“Why Children’s Books: Inspiring Generations”

“Why Children’s Books: Inspiring Generations”

Did a children's book change your life? Do you have special childhood memories attached to a certain book?

Check out this kick-ass event that's happening in my hometown. There is a wonderful exhibit coming to the Richmond Public Library in April that explores the role of children's books in our lives. "Why Children's Books: Inspiring Generations" will feature essays from many notable Richmonders including Shaka Smart, Michael Rao, Alex Nyerges, Jack Spiro, Mayor Dwight Jones, Tim Kaine, Anne Holton, Jason Mraz, and many more.

Me, too. The folks at the Richmond Public Library were kind enough to invite me to write a piece for the exhibit. Guess what book I chose from my childhood? Alvin Schwartz's one and only "Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark." The Wendigo! The Hearse Song! The Hook! They're all right here in one book.

To this day, Stephen Gammell's illustrations still linger at the back of my brain. Encountering his hellish watercolors as a kid first cracking open that book… Now that's the stuff nightmares are made of. I recently saw that SSTTITD was reissued with completely different illustrations by someone other than Gammell, which to me is simply sacrilege. Absolute sacrilege. Don't whitewash my childhood away! If you find yourself in a position to pick up a copy of the book, please, for the love of all that's good and (un)holy, find the original edition with Gammell's masterfully murky ink drawings. Please.  

From the Library release: "These essays are personal stories from all over Richmond on children's books that make a real difference. Each story illustrates the power of children's books and their ability to inspire us."

...Or ruin our childhood sleeping habits. Take your pick. 

To read more about the event, go to the Richmond Public Library blog: http://bit.ly/GZyw6H

For details and directions, go to the Richmond Public Library website: http://bit.ly/GZyWtK

 

March 29, 2012


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Goodnight, all you fraidy cats…

Goodnight, all you fraidy cats…

Well, if you weren't at last night's "Fear-Mongers: FIreside Chats about Horror Films," you really missed out. We kicked off our third season with probably one of our best events yet. Beyond my nerves tying up my tongue at the beginning of the evening, it was an absolute blast.

Slowly but surely, I'm finally getting the hang of this whole interview give-and-take. Honestly, it all boils down to the guest. Get the right personality onstage and they do most of the heavy lifting. Lucky for me, I had some real pros last night. Big thanks to Jim Mickle & Nick Damici (Stake Land), Trav S.D. (No Applause, Just Throw Money), Jack Ketchum (The Woman) and Lloyd Kaufman (Troma Pictures) for making my job a hell of a lot easier…

It's just fun to hear these folks tell their stories. I try and do my homework beforehand, preparing dozens of notecards worth of questions… But the second the show starts and it's time to sit down with my guests, all the prep-work melts and it's just me listening to good people share their experiences. Class is always in session and I'm the nerd sitting in the front row.  

Time to start the hunt for our next lineup… Any suggestions? See you in June!

 

March 28, 2012

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Hostage Song is coming to Chicago!

Hostage Song is coming to Chicago!

Broadway World announced that Hostage Song, featuring a book by me and music/lyrics by good friend Kyle Jarrow, will be making its way to Chicago this summer. The folks at Signal Ensemble Theatre are just crazy enough to bring our indie-rock musical to the Windy City.  

Read the story here: http://bit.ly/GDDoZY

This will mark the second regional production of Hostage Song since its premiere in NYC in 2008. It's a tough show to wrap your head around, given the fact that on paper it sounds like an awful, awful idea… A romantic comedy that takes place during a hostage crisis? With our leading pair of young lovers blindfolded, hands bound, throughout the entire show? With singing? Really?

And yet… It works. At least that's what Kyle and I think. 

Not to mention everybody who helped create the piece in the first place. This show is pretty near-and-dear to a lot of people who were involved in the original production, from our director Oliver Butler to our cast. Now that Hostage Song is slowly making its way out into the world, with a presentation at NAMT to a production in Colorado last year and now Chicago, it's heartening to think more and more people might feel the same way we do.  

Chicago: You be the judge. See you in May! 

 

March 21, 2012

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Fangoria loves Fear-Mongers!

Not to toot the horn too-too much here, but when the fine folks over at Fangoria Magazine say you're the best live talk show on horror in all of NYC, you tend to get excited. If Fangoria is correct in mentioning we may in fact be the only talk show in NYC, we'll still take it as a compliment.

Shake what your mother gave you, right? 

Here's a great lil' write-up from Fangoria on our upcoming Fear-Mongers: Fireside Chats about Horror Films: http://bit.ly/FVYLnC

Mark your calendars! 3/27 at Dixon Place! 8 PM sharp!

 

March 19, 2012

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The New York Times honks our Hornsbical

The New York Times honks our Hornsbical

I'm sitting in rehearsals as we speak. Hornsby is pounding away on the keys. Our cast is belting through the tune "Continents Drift," a pretty hefty power ballad that opens up the second act of our new(ish) musical STRANGER. 

Lo and behold, my trusty Google-alert informs me that The New York Times has sniffed us out. You can't hide the truth from the Times for long. We tried to bury this, going as far as to even change the show's name—but the people demand to know. 

"Bruce Hornsby Musical Gets A Reading—And A New Name," The New York Times: http://nyti.ms/zPB3ZW

All the news that's fit to print, hey? Damn you, NY Times. Damn you…

 

March 12, 2012

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The Deer-Whisperer

The Deer-Whisperer

The lovely folks over at The Lake Placid Film Forum have given director Craig Macneill and myself a chance to guest blog about our behind-the-scenes experiences on our film HENLEY. If you've got a few minutes to kill, you can read our piece "The Kid Who Could Talk to Deer" here: 

http://bit.ly/wjEkc8

Craig and I had our previous film LATE BLOOMER screen at the Lake Placid Film Festival back in 2004, taking the audience award for Best Short. We're psyched to be coming back with HENLEY this year. Lotta deer up there in those Andirondack Mountains… 

 

March 12, 2012

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And the award goes to… LATE BLOOMER!

And the award goes to… LATE BLOOMER!

Our short film LATE BLOOMER, directed by Craig Macneill, written and narrated by yours truly, took top honors out in Los Angeles at the 2012 box[ur]shorts film festival.

Not only did we win Best Short Film, but we walked away with the Audience Award as well. 

You can read about the nominees and winners here: http://bit.ly/wwdJOP

Box[ur]shorts are apparently these crazy jukeboxes planted in bars all around the world. Rather than plopping in some money for a song, you can select a short film to watch. LATE BLOOMER has been one of fifty shorts you can view while inebriated. Of those fifty, ten were selected to compete. There was a juried prize and an audience prize. Somehow, miracle upon all miracles, LATE BLOOMER won both. Not bad, my friends. Not bad at all.

The crazy thing is, Craig made LATE BLOOMER back in 2004. We hit the festival circuit that year. The film has screened at some pretty amazing spots, winning a few awards here and there, finally making it all the way to the 2005 Sundance Film Festival. We figured that would be the end of it. It's a pretty old movie now. But the thing just won't die. It just won't die! Craig uploaded LATE BLOOMER to Youtube last year and we're close to a half a million hits. Those aren't Rebecca Black "Fridays" kind of numbers, I know… But for a short film that's nearly a decade old, it's definitely a shot in the arm for us. 

Thanks to everybody at box[ur]shorts for putting our ode to HP Lovecraft in dive bars everywhere. The next time you're at your local watering hole and you're  about to slip a dollar in the ol' jukebox, if you happen to see one of these bizarro film-contraptions… consider giving Don McLean's "American Pie" a rest and giving your fellow patrons the gift of film instead. 

 

 

March 11, 2012

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STRANGER reading in NYC

STRANGER reading in NYC

Playbill wrote an article today about an industry-only developmental reading for this musical I've been writing the book for (re)titled STRANGER. We are about to embark upon a ten-day long rehearsal-odyssey, presenting a double-header event on March 20th at the brand spanking new Signature Theatre.

To read the Playbill story, click on over here: http://bit.ly/AtHp3X

Then Broadway.com wrote about it too over here: http://bit.ly/A3noL5

The production has an intimidating roster of talented people involved. Rack up those Grammys, Hornsby. Count all those Tony awards. John Rando. Kim Grigsby. Scott Wise. Darrel Maloney. Robert Weirzel. Jennifer Caprio. And…

...Me. 

But that's not why I'm writing you now. There's something far more pressing:

You won't find a bigger fan of HALLOWEEN II than me. I dare you to try. You will fail. Trust me. So. Consider the utter elation I felt when I learned that Lance Guest, star of the 1981 sequel to John Carpenter's classic, would be playing the title role for our lil' Hornsbical. You Broadway babies may know Guest from his turn as Johnny Cash in Million Dollar Quartet—but to me, he'll always be "Jimmy," the clumsy paramedic who takes a pratfall through a puddle of some dead nurse's blood all for the love of Jamie Lee Curtis. 

And let's not forget Guest's star-turn in THE LAST STARFIGHTER, either. Or JAWS IV: THE REVENGE, opposite Michael Caine. I am a fan fan fan. 

Rehearsals start on Monday. The question(s) I keep asking myself is… How long can I last before breaking down and asking Guest about life on the set of HALLOWEEN II? Or working with Catherine Mary Stuart? Or Nick Castle? Or what was up with Mario van Peebles bizarro Jamaican accent in JAWS? 

And then how long do you give me before I'm fired from the show for bringing it up?

 

March 7, 2012

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3/27: Fear-Mongers is baaaaaaaaaaack!

3/27: Fear-Mongers is baaaaaaaaaaack!

At last. Fear-Mongers: Fireside Chats about Horror Films returns for its third season! 

Dixon Place has asked us back, which is great. We've got three shows set up for 2012, starting with March 27th. And today, drum roll please, I'm happy to announce our lineup of uh-mazing guests…

 

 

Lloyd Kaufman

(President of Troma Entertainment and Creator of "The Toxic Avenger")

Jack Ketchum

(Author of "The Woman," "Offspring," and "The Girl Next Door")

Jim Mickle & Nick Damici

(Co-writers, director and star of "Stake Land")

Trav SD 

(Author of "No Applause, Just Throw Money: The Book That Made Vaudeville Famous")

 

Tuesday, March 27th at 8 PM 

at Dixon Place

161A Chrystie Street (btn Rivington and Delancey)

Tickets: $10

For reservations, call: (212) 219-0736

For more info about Fear Mongers, visit us at: http://www.dixonplace.org/html/fearmongers.html

 

This show has been a labor of love ever since we started it way back in 2010. Leslie Strongwater, who used to work at Dixon Place, had asked if I'd be interested in organizing a reading series for them… Which, to be honest, I wasn't super-keen on. I'd tried to put together a monthly reading series before with pretty awful results. The prospect of hunting down new writers every month, not to mention an audience, just felt like a daunting task… But Leslie persisted, god bless her. If it wasn't for her, none of this would've happened. It's not every day you get offered a slot at such an awesome spot as Dixon Place, so… I tried to think of something else to put together. Something fun. And silly. And possibly even a little bit smart. And respected. But fun.

It's no secret that I'm a big-time horror fan, so when the epiphany hit to develop an event around people geeking out about monster movies, it all clicked. Pieces started falling into place. And now… Here we are. 2012. Our third season. An awesome roster of guests that continues to expand. Not to mention an interesting mix of audience members who continue to come back, show after show. Hopefully this thing will just keep growing and growing. 

Consider yourself warned. Fear-Mongers is back… And we're hitting the ground running. Get your tickets in advance. Here we go!

 

March 1, 2012

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New short film PANAMINT in the works

New short film PANAMINT in the works

Last year, good pal Jim Kane asked me if I'd write a short film for him and his filmmaker friends about a bunch of guys getting stranded in the middle of Death Valley.

How can you turn an offer like that down? I banged out a script and now you have…

PANAMINT

Jim and crew are looking to raise a little bit more of their budget, going the good ol' crowd-funding route. They put together an IndieGoGo profile for the project, which you can find here: http://bit.ly/ygZCcm

Here's what the profile page says:

"We are Los Angeles filmmakers looking to further fund our project; a short film written by Clay McLeod Chapman, story by Jim Kane. Relying on directions from a GPS device in their vehicle, four friends are stranded for days in a remote area of Death Valley. Panamint is a suspenseful short film inspired from true stories of what can happen when you get lost in a desert with over 3 million acres of wilderness and temperatures above 125 degrees."

Sounds like fun, no? I'm a huge fan of Gus van Sant's "Gerry," so this is my frat-boy homage to his slow burning masterpiece. Who wouldn't want to fund something like that? Plus, if you shell out the big bucks, apparently you win a date with the director. Classy. 

So help some LA actors achieve their dreams, will ya?

 

 

February 22, 2012


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STRANGER, the new Hornsbical, pulls up

STRANGER, the new Hornsbical, pulls up

New name. New script. New songs. New production.

Summer 2012: STRANGER, a new-ish American musical. Book written by Clay McLeod Chapman. Music and lyrics by Bruce Hornsby. Additional lyrics by Chip Dematteo. Directed by John Rando.

 

February 15, 2012

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HENLEY heads to Sundance!

HENLEY heads to Sundance!

Our short film, HENLEY, written by me and director Craig Macneill, based on the chapter “The Henley Road Motel” from my novel MISS CORPUS, is an official selection at the 2012 SUNDANCE FILM FESTIVAL!

Meet 9-year-old Ted Henley — budding motel manager and roadkill entrepreneur. Ted lives with his father in their rundown motel on a desolate stretch of road. He earns his tiny allowance by cleaning up roadkill that litter the highway. But when the motel cash register suddenly runs dry, Ted turns his attention to collecting bigger game…

Grand Jury Prize for BEST SHORT FILM at the 2011 Gen Art Film Festival.
Grand Jury Prize for BEST SHORT FILM at the 2011 Carmel Film Festival.

And now… Sundance! This year’s Short Film program is comprised of 64 short films selected from a record 7,675 submissions!

Henley’s Sundance program page: http://bit.ly/unM0q3
Official Sundance announcement: http://bit.ly/uOJhqx
Hollywood Reporter article: http://bit.ly/vB580v
Richmond Mag interview w/ me: http://bit.ly/sYhA8M

This marks the second film-collaboration Craig and I will have taken to Sundance together. Our first, 2005’s LATE BLOOMER, continues to screen at festivals throughout the world. You can watch it on Youtube here: http://bit.ly/st6Jad

HENLEY will have four screenings through the fest:

Friday, January 20th, NOON
Yarrow Hotel Theatre, Park City

Friday, January 20th, 9 PM
Broadway Centre Cinema 6, Salt Lake City

Sunday, January 22th, 3:30 PM
Redstone Cinema 8, Park City

Thursday, January 26th, 4 PM
Holiday Village Cinema 4, Park City

Official HENLEY site: http://www.henleyfilm.com/
Friend HENLEY on Facebook: http://on.fb.me/w3ebhf

Shout-outs to Craig, our do-it-all DP Noah Greenberg, our uh-mazing producer Almitra Corey, our leading man Hale, and the entire cast and crew who suffered through a sweltering Virginia summer and contracted Lyme disease during the shoot. We did it!  

 

January 1, 2012

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“Hostage Rock Musical Resonates Chillingly with Sutherlands,” Denver Post

“Hostage Rock Musical Resonates Chillingly with Sutherlands,” Denver Post

 

 

December 6, 2011


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Soundtrack Series: Live reading of “ascending the stairway” essay

Writer Clay McLeod Chapman, and only writer Clay McLeod Chapman, has the cojones to tell the story about “Stairway”, and have that story be about make out marathons.

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December 6, 2011


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