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My musings, thoughts, rants, and discoveries. - Scott Maddock

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Allie's Journey

For the next several months this will be dedicated to information pertinent to Allene M. Maddock. Her care has been assumed by Hospice as of 06Apr12.

Please feel free to call or write her. If you call be patient and take time to explain who you are. Currently she remembers, but you have to help her focus so she truly knows who she is talking to at the moment. We have to do this too, and I frequently say something like, "Yes this is Scott, your oldest."

Her phone is area code two-zero-six, and the number is 216 3816.

Her Address:
Allie Maddock
c/o Queen Ann Manor
100 Crockett Street
Seattle, Washington
    98109

Monday, April 28, 2008

Finally Back

I had a terrific vacation the week before last. Phoenix was nice and warm, and I nearly made up for the chill I've been feeling up here this year. I'll write more once I get a few pictures (I forgot to download my folks' camera to my laptop). The quick highlight summary:

Saturday (05Apr): Arrived
Sunday: Went to the symphony then had a barbecue with Joyce's brother and wife (Jim and Paula).
Monday: Went to the Desert Botanical Garden.
Tuesday: Flew around the basin for 90 minutes with a friend of theirs in a beautifully restored 1949 Cessna 170.
Wednesday: Something cool that is slipping my mind right now. Got two new pairs of shoes, and something much more interesting...
Thursday: Went for a hike in the White Tanks,
then saw Assassins at Theatre Works
Friday: Saw a well done children's production of Bridge to Terabithia
Saturday: Got up insanely early and came home. (Thanks for the ride Joyce!)

Late that week I got something that felt like a low down gas cramp, accompanied by tiredness, which still seems like it is about to go away.

On the bright side, I had auditions on Sunday and Monday when I returned. I figured that would get me started on that 10-20 auditions per role expectation I have. The first one was for a family oriented puppet show, in which I'd be the friend of the title (human) character in Noah Way Out. I liked the folks I met and the feel of the church they work with. I was expecting to be interrupted as the director said he would probably have some suggestions. It turns out I guessed what he was looking for from the short excerpt I had to look at ahead of time. At the time I was thinking to myself, no interruptions ... I must not be at all what he wants. I was offered the role on the spot, and I accepted. I was further flattered when I was informed the final rewrite would include more lines for me thanks to the audition. Wow. My head is all swelled up.

Monday night was a different circumstance. I think they must have lost a couple actors, as it seemed more like you're here, you're part of the cast. It's a gay play, and outside the equity houses I haven't seen one in a while. It sounds like a fun show and the energy for the reading seemed good, which eased my concerns about why they'd have lost actors. The audition schedules look like they should work together, and ironically I met my main scene partner (Noah) for the other show, so there are two of us working both shows. It's going to have a concurrent shadow play showing the character's inner feelings. I'm wondering how it will turn out. I think it could be quite effective for certain scenes but could distracting for the whole show. Of course, that is thinking how I would use and stage it, which I'm is much different that the director has in mind. I think her approach will work out very nicely.

Pretty wild. I wanted to be working on something, and I am working on two shows, while still having several nights a week off. And pretty different genres. I'm looking forward to both.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Spy On the Wall

Sometime in 2005 Dick Cheney and George W. Bush left the web cam running in the Oval Office. A drunken marine guard under investigation for war crimes and reassigned to the White House downloaded a copy of the video file from the internal server. When he was forced out on an Other Than Honorable Discharge to avoid prosecution he leaked the file, and this is the only known transcript. No one currently living has any direct knowledge. The unnamed Marine appears to have been accidentally shot and burned beyond recognition when his car plummeted from the Golden Gate Bridge. I know what you're thinking...

DICK:
Okay George, let's manufacture a border emergency and create our own Iron Curtain. It'll make us rich. Well, richer.

DUBYA:
Right. Those nasty ass hosers. I remember that millennium guy.

DICK:
Dipstick...

DUBYA:
That's MISTER Dipstick.

DICK:
Uh huh, Mr. Dipstick we can't make our base terrified of a border to a white bread satellite state. We need scary brown people.

DUBYA:
But they're in Arabland.

DICK:
No, beaners.

DUBYA:
Yeah, those jerks like Kerry and Kennedy in Massachusetts.

DICK:
Mexicans. Brown people, not brownstones.

DUBYA:
Gotcha, Turd Blossom.

[Chertoff enters]
CHERTOFF:
Ready?

DICK:
Almost.

DUBYA:
Huh?

DICK:
Shut the fuck up, boss. We need to make them afraid of Mexicans.

DUBYA:
They're kind of nice y'know, and hard working, honest...

DICK:
What about...

DUBYA:
Okay, so Gonzo's a dipshit.

CHERTOFF:
[Laughing ironically.] Anyway, we need...

DUBYA:
Who's he? He looks like the paper boy.

DICK:
Yeah, you appointed him boss of Homeland Security.

DUBYA:
Right, my strong arm guys.

DICK:
Can we get back to the point? [Dubya scratches his head.] We need to make people really afraid of Mexico so our friends can build a big iron fence.

DUBYA:
Oh yeah.

CHERTOFF:
Well, it looks like getting the permits and EPA buy off will take quite a while. We may not have time...

DICK:
We'll make our base more afraid of cheap Mexican labor than of global ecological disaster. Heck if they can't spell ecological, they won't fear it anyway. Anyway, if we don't get it done now our investments won't pay. I'll get the saps to approve funding, and you preempt the EPA.

DUBYA:
Ergolocky cull. Okey dokey.

DICK:
Not you, him.

DUBYA:
Can't Johnson just...

DICK:
He won't have time to purge enough of the professionals to do it himself. Got it Michael?

CHERTOFF:
Yup.

DICK:
You got your marching orders then. [Nothing happens.] You know, fuck the Hell off! [Chertoff departs.]

DUBYA:
Hey blossom, can you read me a story now?

DICK:
Sure thing sweetie cheeks. Come sit on your big ole daddy's lap.

CUT
... No one wants to see or hear any more.

E'er New

It was a terrific run. Exhiliarating. Exhausting. Joyful. Depressing. Monday I woke up feeling half alive, and I wasn't left with the good half either. I left work after a few short hours and napped for a long time. Then made a nice stir fry and got a good full night's rest. I felt a hundred times better Tuesday, though still a little thinned out as Frodo would say.

I found out a lot of new things I need to work on during the rehearsals and run of the show, and was pleased to find a few that seemingly worked very well. One was really getting on voice, and letting go of the feeling I was hollering. That allowed me to work in some character work as well as making better use of the text analysis tools. One of my friends from ETI (the conservatory I did a couple years ago) commented on how a couple of us picked and hit the operative words in a comprehensible way. That's espicially critical for me right now as I struggle to build up my chops for all the other aspects. I need to incorporate my naturalistic training and do more physical work to make the characters pop more. I think it is the most I've grown in a single production, which is nice because the gulf I need to fill seems to keep getting larger. The more you learn, the less you know conundrum.

After we finished striking and socializing on Sunday I went to a writing workshop, and brought the first two scene from the full length vampire play I wrote in December. I was terribly apprehensive. I wrote the piece differently, writing the whole thing beginning to end without re-writing the earlier parts. I've just started proofing and making notes so they were still very rough. The roughness didn't make me apprehensive, the subject matter did. I thought think it inane, and who am I to write about vampires? Well, the actors really got into reading the scenes and I got some suggestions I totally agree with which indicated people really enjoyed the story. One suggestion was to give specific motivation to one of the three characters, which was missing and talking it through helped germinate some ideas. Another was to make the age transformation of one of the characters more apparent at the outset. Opening monologue -- an appealing idea after finishing a Shakespeare production.

I'm still kind of stuck in a gauze distancing me from normal reality. I suppose the blues and a bit of a low impact bug I'm getting over are responsible in addition to the post show relaxing let down. We're getting hints of Spring and that is nicely timed with a fading diminutive malaise.

On Saturday I'm leaving to visit my folks in Arizona for a week, so maybe I can burn that mild malaise right out of my system.