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Two Plays Opening in New York!

I’m proud (and very humbled) to announce that two of my plays will be performed this very week in New York.

The first is part of the 9th Annual Northport One-Act Play Festival held on Long Island.

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Pamela Harris had a Near Death Experience and has applied to be part of a study to explore what happened. Dr. Edwina “Edie” Richter is a clinical researcher who conducts a series of questions to quantify and categorize the events Pamela experienced. A problem arises when Pamela reveals that she has an hidden agenda for taking the survey. What she doesn’t know is that Dr. Richter has her own agenda and that both will unleash unintended consequences that will forever change Pamela’s life.”

Judge nothing until the end. — St. Augustine

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The second play happens just four days later.

It is a staged reading of my full length play, THE WISE WOMEN. It’s being put on by the up-and-coming powerhouse The Theater Collective, a group of extraordinarily talented women you are going hear a lot more of in the days to come.

On April 19, 7:30 p.m. If you are anywhere near Manhattan, check it out:

Alchemical Studios (fabulous performance spaces)
104 West 14th Street
New York, NY 10011
Get (cheap!) Tickets and View Map Here

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“Three days before New Year’s Eve, Lin (Starhawk) Wise makes a surprise visit to her daughter (Billy Wise) and granddaughter (Omie Wise) in New York City after not seeing them for years. She’s there on a mission that throws everyone into a state of chaos – as is her way.

Omie Wise, a talented young singer, might get to experience a once in a life-time event: to sing in a small club where Beyonce is scheduled to stop by. It all depends on her new ‘business manager’ – if he can pull it off and…if she can keep a secret until after the performance.

Her mother, Billy Wise, has been floating along in disappointment about her life and musical career for so long that she’s in denial of a burgeoning dependency on prescription pain pills.

Three generations of women who have struggled with the personal cost required to have a life in the arts. The Wise women know all the stories, know how to push all the buttons, but still have secrets that make every revelation have dire consequences for each other.

Question is: Will they do things the way they always have, or will they find a way to rise above the scars of their pasts?”

 


My #9 Dream

It’s December. I love this month.

Filled with holidays and birthdays — mine, my sister Carol, and my granddaughter Aayah. She in fact is yet to be born as of this writing (her mom goes in to be induced on my birthday, December 9. Yes, my #9 dream). Fingers crossed that all goes well. For her birth, but also for everyone, everywhere in these perilous times.

It is also the 37th anniversary of the murder of John Lennon, one of the most influential people of the 20th century and one of my personal heroes.

Many people will be singing his idealistic anthem “Imagine” on December 8, and I have always loved it too. But a deep favorite will always be his “#9 Dream.” Spare, elegiac, and spiritually cryptic, the lyrics are a stream of consciousness, born in a moment in time. He sings while the melody drifts. And lingers. And haunts.

Last month Virginia and I took a trip half way across Portugal to the medieval town of Tomar. It’s a place so laden with history, secrets and mysteries it’s impossible to describe without having to refer to volumes of writings about it (Wikipedia’s page here, is a fascinating start). Instead, I took the easy way out and let a few photos and visuals try to give a feeling of what it was like to walk inside the long ago past.

Using John Lennon’s music in a place so Catholic and Christian may seem out of place at first. But if one knows anything of Lennon, he was a seeker and sought out truth and meaning wherever he was.


Stalking The Centre For The Unknown

This place has fired my curiosity ever since we moved here. It’s instantly recognizable looking out from the train to Lisbon. What the hell are they doing in there? Unknown what? Artificial Intelligence? Extra dimensional travel? Galactic Alien Relocation Center? What’s going on? Turns out the Champalimaud Foundation (named after a wealthy Portuguese benefactor) is a world renown cancer research facility. I’m glad they’re doing good work there, but I’m a wee bit disappointed they didn’t quite fan the flame of my wild imaginings.

My curiosity built to the breaking point after I recently wrote a short science fiction play and entered it into a contest (The Future of Art). The  intriguing theme of the contest is Artificial Intelligence and the Future of Conflict: How will AI change the nature of human endeavor? Sounded like a challenge to me so I answered it by lobbing a Molotov cocktail into the discussion.  Hey, it’s what I do sometimes.  A filmmaker pal thinks we should shoot it as a movie here.

Here is the animated view of the facility a full three years before it was built. Looks amazingly like the final product in real life.

Pretty cool, yes? Just another day in one of the world’s oldest cities that also happens to have it’s eyes sharply focused on the future.

If you are interested, let me know and I’ll email you a copy of the play; it’s a pretty quick read. And my take on the theme has to do with AI, self-aware robots and NDE’s (Near Death Experiences). Yeah, it’s that far out there, but as in a lot of sci-fi…is it?

 


New York Minuet

What is a minuet? It’s a dance, a social dance. And that’s what the entire eight day excursion was in the wilds of New York City and its even wilder environs. It was one continuous dance.

We stayed in the Bronx, the more up-and-coming area known as South Bronx, or Sobro. Still, even though I was the OWD (only white dude), I got the same feeling I often get when we travel: we are the foreigners, the minority. And sometimes that’s not a bad thing. We never felt threatened, in danger, nor did we get robbed, beaten, stabbed or killed — not killed even once! Though on a couple of occasions I did get extra looks, smiles mostly.  The area where my daughter and granddaughter live (‘Sup Brooke Ave!) is not yet used to seeing many white people of a certain age. Their neighborhood is mostly a mixture of Hispanic, i.e., Dominican Republic, Central and South Americans and blacks; not only African Americans but from all other African countries. On the street and especially in the subways, you hear the music of languages that originate from every culture on earth.

I was thrilled and honored to be a part of the 4th Annual Schreiber Shorts play festival (check it out here, if you have a moment). I felt like a famous playwright for a night and even got to schmooze the after-show reception with my granddaughter, Aisha Carpenter (an acting student at the T. Schreiber Theatre and Studio) by my side.

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Corruption, Greed, & Deception on an Arizona Ranch
By Nelson Clark
Directed by Ann Cooley
With: Bill Barry, Ivan Sandomire, Tai Thompson

For me, the whole time was an exercise in gratitude; every minute I tried to appreciate exactly how lucky a creature I am.

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Going to New York is always big, brash and busy, and we loved our visit…but honestly? Despite all the energy, the vibrancy and never-ending noise,  traffic, subway congestion and even the snow falling gently down and covering the freshly heaved vomit on the sidewalk, it was a relief to return to Portugal. We love our girls and wish them all the success and fulfillment the city can help them achieve. But it sure was nice to get back, after a long and exuberant dance, and relax on the veranda with Wyatt Earp Clark.  The three of us sit close and look out over a magnificent vista where we watch the big winter waves crash on the beach at Pria da Poça. It was a good trip.


Guess Whose Play Is Going To Be Produced Off-Broadway?

This year’s lineup of 10-minute shorts explores the idea of CHALLENGES with plays that reflect various creative interpretations of the theme. Out of nearly 1,000 submissions from around the world, 10 short plays were selected for this year’s production!

10 Playwrights.

Bob Canning
Eugenie Carabatsos
Nelson Clark
Alex Dremann
Jim Gordon
Peter Kennedy
Dan McGeehan
Rosemary Frisino Toohey
Michael Weems
Nathan Yungerberg
10 Directors.

Raquel Alamazan
Janet Bentley
Page Clements
Ann Cooley
Ivette Dumeng
Crystal Edn
Joan Kane
Clarissa Marie Lignon
Gregg Pica
Jake Turner

That’s right, me, your humble Raging Traveler. Yes, the one whose picture is second from the end. Yes, the same guy who looks like he’s about to plant a big French kiss in the ear of the last fellow in line (he’s so handsome!). Seriously, it is a serious honor to be part of this group. I’ve been in communication with the director and she has a great cast; they’re having fun rehearsing the piece and bringing out the humor in what is a fairly dark story.  The festival is having a three week run from January 25 through February 11. So if you are in NYC…come see it! Very exciting as you might imagine.

So, as I jump through hoops to try and tie all this to a travel blog, Virginia and I will be traveling to New York City for the opening night festivities.  So much will be packed into nine days, including staying with daughter, Layla Angulo, and her daughter, our granddaughter, Aisha Carpenter, who just so happens to turn (my God you’re old, this blog should be called Raging Geezer) 19 the day before the opening!

Not only that, but…Aisha is an acting student at the very theatre and studio where my play is being performed (Hey, grampa kinda looks cool now, oui? What do you mean, non?).

Not only that, but…she will be acting in a one-woman show I wrote (sort of, be honest) for her later this year.

Not only that, but…there will be lots of interesting places, people and experiences to report on once we return, and each and every one of them I will share with all of you.

Before I go, let me leave you with one more bit of pride from my heart — as if I haven’t been Mr. Braggadocio until now. (Geez, isn’t this guy done yet? These toe nails aren’t going to clip themselves.)

Aisha just finished performing at one of Manhattan’s premier supper clubs, Feinstein’s/54 Below. And she simply, well, see for yourself.

Ah, yes, you are correct. I am one lucky so-and-so. Cheers and ciao for now.


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