A Bright New Boise: Anticipation

The first day of directing is very similar to the first day of school, only with more fear. Oh, yeah. I’m good at school. Always have been. Fresh books? Let me crack that spine. New pens, pencils, notebooks, binders? I WILL ORGANIZE ALL OF THE THINGS. (Why do you think I like stage managing so…

A Bright New Boise: 6 ::SPOILERS::

Herein lie spoilers. Continue at your own risk. “Mandy to the frontlines, please. Mandy, frontlines.” This is a war zone. Alex has made a significant error, which has never happened before. After never being more than a dollar off, he has suddenly made what appears to be a $167.00 error. Will, who has made a…

A Bright New Boise: 5

“I’m deliberately making you uncomfortable.” Oh, Leroy. Scene 5 is our introduction to Alex’s adopted older brother, an MFA art student at Boise State. His art? Provocation. This is primarily expressed via his interactions and, more publicly, profane sayings and images screen-printed on his t-shirts. He is fiercely intelligent, and nothing lights Leroy up quite…

A Bright New Boise: 3 & 4

Scene 3 is, easily, the sweetest interaction in this play. Anna and Will meet after both hiding in different sections of the store after closing. She stays to have a quiet place to read over a snack, with only the television on for company; he noticed the ethernet jack earlier in the day and wants to…

A Bright New Boise: 2

A few notes about Scene 2 of A Bright New Boise that provide some context for the setting, some of which are directly addressed in the dialogue, others hinted at. These are not universal truths for every character but are, rather, the overarching assumptions defining the environment of the Hobby Lobby: – Union(s) is/are bad.…

A Bright New Boise: 1

And so begins some of my musings and dramaturgy regarding our production of A Bright New Boise. Spoilers ahead–perhaps today, perhaps not, but consider yourself warned. _____ “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.” (NIV, Matthew 24:36) “Now.” There is only…

November Prep; or, What the Hell Am I Thinking Now?

October has arrived in its full glory: trees dripping in the paint of a new yet familiar palette, breezes cool enough to require more than one layer around your shoulders. Heralding its arrival this morning, October finally brought in its drummers, drops beating out a definitive rhythm on every surface it could reach. My olfactory…

A Bright New Boise: The Beginning

I find that auditions as a director terrify me far beyond the nerves I experience when auditioning for a role. There’s some unspoken pressure to know it all — a lie, of course, not to mention impossible and the antithesis of the collaborative effort that defines theatre as an art form — while simultaneously wanting everyone…