Tuesday, March 31, 2009

For Serious (Seriously!)

So Spence and I have an opportunity to go legit(ish). This is a big step, artistically. Contractual obligation is one of the best driving forces for art. (Hunger is a close second.)

With that said, we certainly can't do it alone. No matter how legit you think you are (or want to be,) feel free to submit work, to nominate yourself to direct, or to break a leg as an actor.

A big part of this company's ethos is the emphasis on "open & accessible," so don't be bashful - stand up and take part.

On another note, this blog is currently a catch-all for FtB info; I'd love to hear from you as to what you want to see here - blindly unfunny ruminations like my earlier post? Blow-by-blow "director's commentary" on our trials and travails? Calls for submissions/publicity/actors/etc.? Pictures of birds?

You tell me.

Nate

PS: Apparently it's "hip" to have a signature to define...something (you? your mood? life lessons?) Regardless, I'll get to work on coming up with a couple of suitably pretentious lines.

Sudden Realization

Oh my god. I just read the title of this blog. Apparently I should be writing about "capturing" the screaming birth (read: "process") of the greatest artistic force of the last 822 years.

...

To be perfectly honest, I feel my last post pretty much bottled that particular lightning.



Thrilling, isn't it? Stay tuned!

Entering from Stage Left

Nate: Um, hello?

Blogosphere echoes mustily

Nate: Man...this is weird. I've never written a blog before. What do I say?

Shuffles digital desk papers

Nate: I guess I could talk about my feelings and stuff, the girl who sits behind me in class that I like, or quote high-faultin' poetry like someone who'll go unmentioned...but that's not me.

Beat

Nate: If I were a blogger, what kind of blog would I write? What kind of blog defines me?*

(*Disclaimer: Nate is not someone who writes questions like the one above and would be more likely to avoid anyone who would seriously ponder such a question.)

(Further note: Nate feels the same way about people who talk in third person.)

Monday, March 30, 2009

Doctor Faustus Lights the Lights

What I'm thinking about today (with respects to Gertrude Stein):

Doctor Faustus sitting alone surrounded by electric lights.
His dog comes in and says
Thank you.
One of the electric lights goes out and again the dog says
Thank you.
The electric light that went out is replaced by a glow.
The dog murmurs.
My my what a sky.
And then he says
Thank you.

All the Best,
Spencer Soloway
Artistic Director
Feed the Bird

Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Wild Blue Yonder

If you want to be A Bird
Why don't you try a little flying...

There's no denying
it gets you high.
Why be shackled to your feet,

when you've got wings you haven't used yet?

Don't wait for heaven,

get out and fly!


Just glide there through the clear air

making figure eights through the pearly gates
where the soul and the universe meet.
If you want to be a bird it won't take much to get you up there
but when you come down land on your feet...

SO! In slowly gearing up for our first season we need help! So if you wanna' act, if you wanna' manage, if you wanna' help with publicity, we'll sign you right up (in fact, we might even be able to pay you a tiny bit depending, emphasis on tiny and depending at the moment but hey). We also need to start garnering interest for our Mixtape Nights (so if you have a one act or monologue you've just been dyyyying to get out there or a new song you want to try or a dance you want to perform, this is for you!) If any of this sounds like something that might interest you, why not e-mail us at feedthebirdtheater@gmail.com?

I'm Hip About Time,
Spencer

In Business

Hello all!

So, good news, we're in the final stages of securing a residency at a theater space in midtown. It looks like we're going to be able to do a full season beginning with Raymond Queneau's Exercises in Style* and moving on to our trifectas of Greek tragedies and Russian madness from there and including Mixtape nights to feature all the lovely and talented people we know.

More to come soon...

-s.
* Permission Pending