windy city blues

Alright... so... my night was cut off short, and I am in the mood to move my fingers. Not sure what I'm going to say exactly.... but that doesn't really matter yet. All that matters is that I have a place to write. Call it... stream of consciousness... idk... call it ramblings of a drunken mind....

Whatever you call it... be sure to keep in mind that my mind is in a different place, my body is in a different state (literally), and my spirit is off in the clouds.

Today, I wrote out several painful memories from my childhood, with the intention of using them in my show. While I hated recalling these memories, I think a few of them might be vital to the telling of my show. If this man is truly going on a journey of self-discovery, and if this man is truly me, than there are going to be a lot of painful memories in this play.... and some of them are going to be wildly fun and entertaining for the audience.... What's better than embarrassing stories from my past, coupled with moving times of change?

It is those awkward and painful stories that will make for interesting theatre down the line. People don't want to see my made up stories. They want to see truth. And while I may choose to tell truthful stories through made-up characters, the audience will still be able to connect to them... they will discover the truth behind the text.

While I don't want this show to be one big confessional, I do want there to be a high level of truth behind what I say. I think that will come across to the audience and allow them to connect to the characters. And the more complex the characters (and the more based on people I know), the more interesting and believable they become.

Truth is what makes theatre interesting.... whether is be an actor believing in the text or the literal true stories told by the playwright, truth always plays an important role. I have a lot more to say on the subject, but I am super tired, so I will save this for another night...