“Throwing a Spear”

Director Noah Baumbach of the new film The Squid and the Whale had this to say on “The Treatment” last week. I’m paraphrasing…

“I read an interview with Ingmar Bergman where he said writing the first draft of a script is like throwing a spear into the woods.” You know you have to say something but you’re not quite sure what. So you just chuck. Successive drafts are about finding the spear.”

I friggin love that. It makes the hardest part of writing (starting) seem like instinct rather than cleverness or a surprise vist by your muse.

I’ve got something brewing. I need to go throw.

KQED Does Art:

KQED, San Francisco’s gianormous public radio and TV station has launched a video podcast called Gallery Crawl wherein they visit different galleries around the Bay Area and see what’s doing. Seems to be a shorter, portable version of their Spark! which profiles 3 area artists but extends to theatre music and literature as well.

I don’t jump too high for KQED or their offerings but here they might be onto something. San Francisco’s gallery scene is notoriously user unfriendly, with few shows appearing on Upcoming.org, important organizations lacking even basic mailing lists and local impressionarios reporting way after the fact. It’s a scene clinging to audience principles of 20-30 years ago, a “you’ll know it if you need to but we won’t help any” attitude that would seem like benign neglect if it weren’t so rude.

Although I haven’t watched any episodes yet, Gallery Crawl seems just what an amateur art lover like me needs. It’s bite-sized and comes right to ya. Do you need a video iPod though?

August Wilson Not Well:

August Wilson, one of the shining stars of American dramatics has terminal liver cancer and reportedly, has 3-5 months to live. The two time Pultizer Prize winner has spend the last two decades on a ten play cycle, one for each decade, that chronicles the the African-American experience in the 20th century.

In honor of Wilson, the NY Times reported yesterday that the Virginia Theater will be renamed the August Wilson Theater this fall. It’s the first Broadway theater to be named after an African-American. The honor puts wilson in a league with stage icons like Eugene O-Neil, Helen Hayes and George Gershwin.

I’ve been lucky enough to see several of August Wilson’s plays including Two Trains Running (1960s), The Piano Lesson (1930s) and Seven Guitars (1940s). He and his work were a gift to American Theater. They both will be deeply missed.

Mundane Journeys, wow!

What a cool idea. Mundane Journeys is a project by San Francisco artist Kate Pocrass. Several times a week Pocrass leaves a treasure hunt described on her answering machine. You call the Mundane Journeys hotline and the hunt leads you past public art and the "easily overlooked, everyday details" that make life in San Francisco so special (mentioned by my friend Rosie at dinner last night).

Shutterbug Call:

JPG Magazine, the all-photo, all-visual-goodness magazine published right here in my neighborhood is accepting submissions for Issue #3. The theme is “Fabulous.”

‘Genuine’ Great Show:

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“Not a Genuine Black Man”, Brian Copeland’s one man show is one terrific piece of theatre. It’s been playing at The Marsh in San Francisco for nearly a year now and I finally got to see it on Friday night. Wow and double Wow.

Copeland, a comedian and radio host on KGO 810 AM here in the Bay, grew up in San Leandro, California in the 1970s, when it was considered one of the most racist towns in America. Though it bordered Oakland (which at the time was 50% black), San Leandro was 99% white and practised police harrasment and housing descrimination to keep it that way. Through a series of federal investigations, media inquiries and court cases (including one filed by Copeland’s mother), the city’s system of institutionalized racism was dismantled. But Brian Copeland, who was 8 when his family movd there, grew up right in the middle of it.

Copeland plays every character in his story, including his grandmother, the racist building manager, and the anonymous letter writer who complained that the radio host was “not a geniune black man.” Copeland’s retort is both hilarious and devastating.

“I’m sorry if having children in wedlock makes me not a geniune black man. I’m sorry that I have a job that I go to on time every day. I’m sorry that living in a neighborhood where my family is safe instead of one filled with shootings and screams. I’m sorry!”

I’d like to say that monologue (my favorite) held the room. But Brian Copeland grabs the room in the first 3 minutes and never lets go. Two hours later, you you’ve laughed like hell but also been moved. Way moved. You’re glad you came. You want to tell friends to do the same.

So I’m telling you. Please see Brian Copeland’s “Not a Geniune Black Man.” It runs every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday until March 26th. Tickets are $15-$22 sliding scale.

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