Sunday, April 13, 2008

GroteQuote




If you’re going to attempt being at all au courant in the teeny tiny universe of live theater, there are certain blogs you’d best keep up with: Parabasis, for ex, and Histriomastix, for a very different ex. And of course there’s that raving blogophiliac Jason Grote, whose portrait (by Neil Numberman) graces this post. There is also the indispensable Bamboo Nation, whose evil (but darling) creator has trained me to check every single day, lest I miss his latest contest giveaway or Diablo Cody quip or new Pork Chop video.

Below is recent comment from Herr Grote'g blog that I appreciated.

Like many of us, I have a love/hate relationship with theater. It's like a bad romance that is occasionally pretty great, but usually frustrating and annoying. I've been thinking a lot about quitting lately, but every time I start to think seriously about it, some experience draws me back in - most recently, Woolly Mammoth's production of David Adjmi's Stunning, directed by Annie Kauffman, a phenomenal piece of work that I got to see last weekend.

I think, were I to quit (switching to screenwriting, comedy, and prose full-time), I'd miss the sense of instant gratification and collaboration that one gets from doing theater, but not much else. There is one place, however, that I would always come back to from whatever greener pastures call me, any time, and that place is Soho Rep. Last night I gave a speech to introduce the Writer/Director Lab reading of Mike Daisey's The Moon Is a Dead World.

If you’d like to read the full text of his appreciation of Soho Rep, here ‘tis.

Part of what I like about the above quote is that it mentions three of my favorite writers in just a few centimeters.

Even if I am miffed at Mike Daisey right now.

3 comments:

col ceathair said...

Because of what he said about Senator Clinton, or because of what he said about Helvetica?

k. crow said...

Bad romance indeed.

Mead said...

Oh, he's been on this big rodomontade about who all is responsible for the ruin of American theater, and along the way (and not for the first time) he blames literary managers and dramaturgs -- the very people who advocate for him in the first place. There's been a vogue for that lately. Like if theater would only dump its lit men, then there would be beaucoup de bucks for good theater. The irony of this, well....let's just say it makes me want to clear my throat.