Gallery opening tonight for friend Susan Yankowitz’s husband’s poetry magazine Parnassus at Heidi Cho Gallery. Saw two photos there, wished to buy but didn’t buy. Yoy… no money.
Adam Szymkowicz’s play coming along the home stretch to production in surges, froths… lots of energy there. New draft came out. Still things to do… however it’s coming along fantastically.
You’ll be there, won’t you? July 6 we open at the Kraine, 85 E 4th, we run 4 weeks mostly Th/Fr/Sat. Cheeeeap tickets… $15. This play is the fuckin funniest thing I’ve seen in a loooong while, friends, and I read a lot of scripts. End of self-plug.
Have a play opening in Romania about now, however communications are fuzzy. They were supposed to send a check, haven’t seen the check… time to fly to Bucharest and COLLECT, man. I got a flurry of emails from them, then promises of payment. No, they didn’t ask for my bank account information. Well, they did actually. But I didn’t give it to them. Maybe they were really from Nigeria? Heh. My luck, prob-a-ly.
These are the times I wish I still took drugs.
It’s not too late.
Actually there’s info about it here and I’m listed right next to a production of Sarah Kane’s 4.48 Psychosis. Auspicious company.
Now where are those drugs?