Quiet insurgence

I ate chocolate covered espresso beans by conscious accident and intentional subconscious brushfire; now my extremities feel like a classic Warhol painting looks; when  lately I’ve had moments with my solo material of stepping into hyperdrive at later hours and…

Renaissance II, with hygiene

In getting my play Whorapy  on its feet I want to do it organically as possible; bring people in slowly and mix and match until there’s a common communal wavelength that brings the highest possible resonance aesthetically, emotionally and spiritually to…

Zombies are Raw Foodists

After averaging .0000005 zombies per episode the season finale of The Walking Dead finally hired more than three extras and there was massive zombie mauling;  as a fan of good TV I guess I’ll start there; given that I gre up watching…

Burning in limbo

One of the hardest things in life is waiting while still maintaining some artistic swagger.  Trying to squeeze out a play while it’s still in its second trimester.   To fill those holding patterns while burning fuel over the skies…