A turkey for your Thanksgiving pleasure…Drosselmeyer Inc (June 2009) told of the weird uncle from the Nutcracker and his unnatural relationship with his dolls Hamlet, Tex, Frenchie, and Tooth-Rot (aka, the Sugar Plum Fairy). Excellent performers and designers couldn’t pull this one out of a tailspin. A balletophile and established dipshit, the local dance critic wasn’t wrong to dislike it though she might have gone a little far to write that my future should be as “a dancer in someone else’s company.” Ouch. Thank God that failure is now acceptable in our creativity-worshiping culture.
After a complicated labor that included a boobs and booze controversy and a ridiculous 4-night creation schedule, Sweet Beast welcomed a new life form into our world.
Last weekend, after performing for Equality Utah’s Allies Gala on Saturday, the crew and I spent our Sunday playing with ASS, aka All Saints Salon. John was there with his camera, plucking beauties from mundane moments, as we structured how this piece could turnabout, surround, and sneak into the audience. The house (that’s theater talk for where the audience sits) became a stage. We dreamed up installations, rituals, song-intruders, and another offbeat story.
Pasties are stupid. Season memberships aren’t. Here’s why…
Sweet Beast season members sustain an arts group that delivers consistent, pro-level, counter-current work with flair. Plus you get a ball cap and other goodies. Class act, right? Sweet SBDancers ($125) support transgressive art that makes us think for ourselves. Super SBDancers ($500) stand up for truth, justice, and the Alternative Way. Both make sure our programming is available to you and the entire community.
Thank you for considering Sweet Beast as a recipient of your generosity.
Back to pasties…
Patience as I describe the story of what’s happening with our Halloween show. [Read more…]