Thank You To: THEATER WEST VIRGINIA

 

"You Deserve To Be Tartuffified"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My first book (HOW TO EAT FRIED FURRIES) is being published by Eraserhead Press in less than a month.   So I’m spending a little time saying “thank you” to all the forces that came together to push a painfully shy blue collar gutter snipe like myself to embrace her creativity.

Today’s “Thank You” is a little foggy — because my memory of this is a little foggy.  But I think I’m thanking the right people. Today’s thank you goes out to the touring company of Theater West Virginia (who came to my high school — in Maryland — to put on a production of Moliere’s satire TARTUFFE).

Who would have thunk it?  West Virginia exporting culture out to Maryland.  Keep in mind, I lived in rural Maryland.  Probably more rural than the area of West Virginia the cultural emissaries were traveling from.

So, I swear it happened.  Or, at least, I’m pretty sure it happened.

My school didn’t have a lot of outlets for creative kids.  By my junior year, the theater program died.  And this was before the days of A-V clubs, the internet, and the like.  Most of the time, I just skulked around the halls — silently suffering and counting the years until I could leave home.

Then one day we had an assembly.  Not just any assembly.  A performance of Tartuffe.  A smart, biting satire against religious hypocrisy– being offered up right there in high school.  Perhaps even more important, the actors agreed to hang out with some of the students afterward and talk about what life was like as a professional in the arts.

It was probably the least-sucky day in my entire high school career.

It helped me find out what I wanted to do with my life, more than any class did.

And for that, I just want to say, thank you.

Thank You To: Jim Henson, Paul Williams, & The Muppets

Let’s go back in our way-back machine to 1979.

I was just six years old (and yes, I just gave you my age, but so be it).

A very credulous six.  At this age, I was dancing to Mickey Mouse Disco and staying up “late” to watch The Love Boat and Fantasy Island each Saturday night.   This was also around the time when my family’s problems started (as best as I can remember).  My grandfather — who, my brother insisted, bore something of a resemblance to the wrestling star, “Classy Freddy Blassie” — was ill (he ultimately died that fall).  There was family strife over the (apparently meager) estate.  A series of other troubles started around the same time, too.

Very bad troubles.  Troubles that led to grown-ups screaming and throwing things, and led to me and my brother cowering in our rooms in fear.  So much fear.

In this mixed-up mash up of careless bliss, grief, and tension; Jim Henson’s Muppets were always good for a sigh of relief, a distraction, and maybe even a smile.  I grew up in a household with a couple of siblings much, much older than myself (only one, my brother, even close to my age); and so I fell into the habit of becoming a miniature adult.  A sort of  parentified child — I bridged the gap between the world of kids and that of adults…but never really fit in either.

The weekly variety program, The Muppet Show, bridged the world of children and adults, too.   I never felt normal around other kids when I was in school, but watching The Muppet Show, I felt right at home.  The humor was fairly sophisticated.  They also had some unusual guest stars (Vincent Price, Johnny Cash, and even Andy Kaufman made a guest appearance as none other than Tony Clifton).

But perhaps the one Jim Henson project that has had the greatest impact on me was the musical,  The Muppet Movie, and, especially, the opening number “The Rainbow Connection”.

The Muppet Movie wasn’t the first movie that I ever saw, but it was probably the first I stayed awake for the entire time.  I enjoyed it so much, I asked for (and got) the soundtrack LP as a Christmas present that year.  A record of my very own!  I played it over and over, on a small turntable. Sometimes raising the volume to drown out the screaming.

The lyrics of the song, “The Rainbow Connection” are a bit vague; but I think they can be loosely interpreted as being about pursuing dreams.   Take this excerpt:

“Have you been half asleep
and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.”

The translation that I heard, at age six, was just this:

“It won’t always be this bad.”

Looking back at it now, I really identify the “voices” in the lyrics to the voices of “the muse”.

I think that, in The Muppet Movie, Henson was trying to ignite in children an embrace of their own creativity.  Take the opening scene, in which Kermit happens upon a Hollywood  film agent (Dom DeLuise)  who is lost in the swamp.  The agent decides Kermit might be quite a talent to discover, and persuades him to try to audition for a role in a commercial by offering him wealth and fame.

Kermit isn’t interested.   With the Zen composure reminiscent of another swamp-dweller, Yoda, Kermit resists temptation.

The agent only sways the frog by telling him that, with all of his talent (“singin’, tellin’ jokes”) , he could “make millions of people happy.”

And that’s what hooks Kermit.

And isn’t that what hooks all of us?  Yes, fair compensation is important.  Essential, even.  Critical success, popularity, or out-and-out fame..all important benchmarks, too.  Harlan Ellison says the only reason to write at all is for posterity.

But that’s not why I got into writing.  I started writing stories (not that long after I watched The Muppet Movie) because I first of all wanted to distract myself from the chaos in my home.

I wanted to make myself happy.   It was only later that I discovered that I could, like Kermit, “make millions of people happy”.

But wait, I’m an author of  weird speculative fiction.  Did I say millions?  I meant thousands.

Hundreds?

Dozens?  :)

Over the years, the lyrics to “The Rainbow Connection” have come back to me time and again.  I took a five year hiatus from writing from 2003-2008.  I just “had to get my head straight”.  I tried to quit writing, actually (for a lot of stupid reasons I won’t go into).

But a deep internal conviction — like a little voice inside me — wouldn’t let me.  Over time, I had to surrender to myself that writing was one of the most important talents I had been born with, and there was nothing admirable about forgoing its use.

(“I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.  It’s something that I’m supposed to be.”)

Perhaps the most emotional point in The Muppet Movie is the end.  A series of catastrophes destroys the set of the movie the muppets are making (the eponymous Muppet Movie).  They even destroy part of the ceiling.

In comes a rainbow, which lands right onto Kermit (which reminds me a little bit of the beam of pink light that allegedly hit Phillip K. Dick in February of 1974– was Kermit…like everyone else in the ’70s…using drugs?).

Our hero the frog then looks into the camera and sings the following:

“Life is a movie

Write your own ending

Keep believing

Keep pretending

We’ve done all that we set out to do

thanks to the lovers, the dreamers, and you”

I have, Kermit.  Me and thousands of other children inspired by you, Mr. Henson, and the writer of those lyrics, Paul Williams.

We’ve kept believing.

Kept pretending.

Kept creating.

Thanks to you.

Introducing: “Thank You Month”

Awaiting The Bouncing Baby Bizarro (Note: Professional Reenactment, Stepford Wife In Photo Is NOT Nicole Cushing)

Some of you might not know this, but I’m…expecting.

At least, metaphorically-speaking.   I’m “pregnant” with a 91 page trade paperback entitled How To Eat Fried Furries. The due-date is Nov. 11, 2010.  I’m going to Bizarro Con (at the Cathedral Of The Weird, Edgefield Manor) for the delivery.

It’s been a long road to seeing this book come out.  It was accepted for publication almost a year ago (last December, if I remember correctly).  Since then, I’ve put a lot of work into the book.  Making edits, finding cover art, getting blurbs, etc.   My editor, Kevin Donihe, has been extremely helpful, too.  He’s fantastic.

And now all of that is done.   The book is (at least on my end) “put to bed”.  And all I have to do is….wait.

The release of a first book is a milestone in any author’s career, and I feel excited and joyful to finally be “an author” instead of “a writer”.  I’ve also recently seen my short story “All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Piggy Class” show up in bookstores everywhere (as part of the mass market anthology Werewolves And Shape Shifters:  Encounters With The Beast Within).

So, things are going well.

And, at this time, in the calm before the marketing storm that will hit when the book comes out, I wanted to spend a little bit of time acknowledging the authors, performers, and visionaries who have inspired me….starting all the way back in childhood.

I want to give thank them for giving a nerdy, underachieving, depressed kid from a dysfunctional blue collar family the nudge to embrace her dream.

I couldn’t have done any of this without them.

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