The idea for this episode came about when Tisher and I were researching 1943, come to find out Tesla died January of that year. We had referenced Tesla in the finale of season 1 and really wanted to have Bill back to reprise his role as Gustus so it seemed like a natural pairing. This episode also takes a little inspiration from David Bowie's Tesla in The Prestige.
Sven and Henry visit Henry’s uncle Gustus in hopes of receiving residuals from their voice changing gum. This leads to a cross country confrontation with the most mysterious scientist of the century: Nikola Tesla!
Featuring:
Steve Nelson as Sven Ingaborg
Andrew Tisher as Henry Mossmouth
Bill Arnett as Gustus Mossmouth
Griffen Eckstein as Nikola Tesla and Hitchhiker
and Tim Joyce as Sgt. Mertz
Mstarz-nelsonnaturally
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Old Ambitions
I had a real hard time acclimating to Chicago when I first moved in 2006. So hard in fact I packed it in after a year and a half and moved back in with my parents. There were many mitigating factors of course but the size, the crowded isolation, the grind of the city drained me. Chicago chewed me up and spit me out.
Settled in Rockford, gradually putting my life back together, I wrote this song about how much I hated Chicago.
Who knew Myspace was still active, I haven't looked at my profile since I uploaded this song 5 years ago. Unfortunately it's been about that long since I picked up my guitar. I was pretty passionate about music all through college and for a couple years after. I use to practice almost every day, learn about a song a month, and every once in a while write one of my own.
When I moved back to Chicago in 2010 I just stopped playing. Got too busy, couldn't find the time, got interested in other things. I miss playing and singing. One of my goals for this year is to restring my guitar and start making music again.
Settled in Rockford, gradually putting my life back together, I wrote this song about how much I hated Chicago.
Who knew Myspace was still active, I haven't looked at my profile since I uploaded this song 5 years ago. Unfortunately it's been about that long since I picked up my guitar. I was pretty passionate about music all through college and for a couple years after. I use to practice almost every day, learn about a song a month, and every once in a while write one of my own.
When I moved back to Chicago in 2010 I just stopped playing. Got too busy, couldn't find the time, got interested in other things. I miss playing and singing. One of my goals for this year is to restring my guitar and start making music again.
Monday, February 10, 2014
A Haunting Memory
Children sometimes say awful things to their parents while they are growing up. I certainly did. I regret a lot of my behavior over the past decade but only a few things weigh on me still.
Thanksgiving weekend 2003 I went out with some high school friends on Saturday night. We went to some apartment, I can't remember whose, an acquaintance of a friend, it was questionable. I played "never-have-I-ever" for the first time and we all got very drunk.
I made it home around 3am. I stumbled inside, fell up the stairs, and eventually made it into my room. The world was spinning. A short time passed which felt like a long time. I dragged myself over to my Chicago Bears trash can and threw up. At some point during my retching my mother opened my bedroom door. She asked "Steve...are you all right?"
I looked up at her- my eyes watering, body shaking, head hovering over the sick filled Chicago Bears receptacle- and replied gruffly "Shut. The Fucking. Door." And she did. It may be the moment I regret most in my entire life.
The next morning my father came into my room. Early. He asked "Did you puke in here?" and I cannot describe the scorn and disgust which my father injected into the word puke. I lied. "No." He looked at the Chicago Bears garbage can, picked it up, got a whiff of it, muttered "Jesus Fucking Christ" and walked out closing the door.
Shortly after I got up my friend Drew picked me up and we drove back to college. I don't think my parents and I ever discussed this particular event.
There were many similar events to follow which garnered much trouble, worry, and discussion. My parents have always supported me, loved me unconditionally, and endevored to help me. They never gave up on me, they never cut me out. I am grateful for them and sometimes astonished by the patience and restraint they showed.
Now I'm in a position to be truly loving, caring, and open with my parents. It's a gift. I can be there for them the way they have always been there for me.
My folks July 2012 a week before they, along with my sister, helped me get some help.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Graffiti 116
I don't know what this is suppose to be. At first I thought Wonder Woman telephone. I think I like it. I think its funny. Maybe its just creepy.
"I've had years of bizarre hallucinogenic magical experiences in which I believed I had communicated with entities that may well have been disassociated parts of my own personality or conceivably some independent entity of a metaphysical nature. Both would seem equally interesting." -Alan Moore
"I've had years of bizarre hallucinogenic magical experiences in which I believed I had communicated with entities that may well have been disassociated parts of my own personality or conceivably some independent entity of a metaphysical nature. Both would seem equally interesting." -Alan Moore
Saturday, February 8, 2014
'August: Osage County' A Review
August: Osage County is a dysfunctional family drama based on the Tracy Letts Pulitzer Prize winning play. Set in the Oklahoma plains the film opens with a monologue from patriarch Beverly Weston, played by a wonderful Sam Shepard, unfortunately this is the only time he is on screen. Beverly disappears and the Weston clan marshals around pill popping matriarch Violet(Meryl Streep) and old wounds are reopened.
The talented but uneven ensemble struggles to get the film off the ground and the result is interesting but inconsistent. The main fault lies in the two leads Streep and Julia Roberts as oldest daughter Barbara. They both give incredibly loud over-the-top performances better suited for the stage. They both oscillate from caricature to sincerity so quickly nothing is believable. They also lay the Oklahoma accent on thick in the first half of the film and then it virtually disappears. The remaining ensemble ranges from mediocre(Ewan McGregor, Abagail Breslin, Dermot Mulroney) to great(Chris Cooper, Julieanne Nicholson, Margo Martindale) but the supporting performances fail to sew up the erratic Streep and Roberts. Nicholson especially hits the perfect balance of reserve and emotion the film calls for but she is overshadowed by all the shouting and drug addled behavior.
The story, billed as a black comedy, is itself problematic. There is nothing terribly redeeming, endearing, or sympathetic about many of the characters. A story about a fractured family coming together and being ugly to each other isn't very interesting. There is a lot of subtlety and layers that could be cultivated from the script but this version of August: Osage County is all bluster and no heart. A sappy and melodramatic score just hightens the tonal irregularities.
A film with a lot of potential, some amazing moments, fails to coalesce.
Rent It.
The talented but uneven ensemble struggles to get the film off the ground and the result is interesting but inconsistent. The main fault lies in the two leads Streep and Julia Roberts as oldest daughter Barbara. They both give incredibly loud over-the-top performances better suited for the stage. They both oscillate from caricature to sincerity so quickly nothing is believable. They also lay the Oklahoma accent on thick in the first half of the film and then it virtually disappears. The remaining ensemble ranges from mediocre(Ewan McGregor, Abagail Breslin, Dermot Mulroney) to great(Chris Cooper, Julieanne Nicholson, Margo Martindale) but the supporting performances fail to sew up the erratic Streep and Roberts. Nicholson especially hits the perfect balance of reserve and emotion the film calls for but she is overshadowed by all the shouting and drug addled behavior.
The story, billed as a black comedy, is itself problematic. There is nothing terribly redeeming, endearing, or sympathetic about many of the characters. A story about a fractured family coming together and being ugly to each other isn't very interesting. There is a lot of subtlety and layers that could be cultivated from the script but this version of August: Osage County is all bluster and no heart. A sappy and melodramatic score just hightens the tonal irregularities.
A film with a lot of potential, some amazing moments, fails to coalesce.
Rent It.
Friday, February 7, 2014
Affability
The major tenant of improv is "yes and". Initially this is an effective mantra cultivating acceptance, support, and collaboration. As performers gain experience and confidence the strict adherence to this philosophy becomes a liability for interpersonal communication and creative output.
Off stage the "yes and" credo can cause reticence for team members to speak up, stand up for themselves within the group, and voice personal wants or discomforts. This mentality can lead to a kind of stagnant apathy because everyone is thinking of "the good of the group" and doesn't want to "rock the boat" no decisions get made and problems get ignored until people are so fed-up they blow-up or quit. People make a lot of unnecessary concessions because they want to "yes and" their fellow performers/friends, going along to get along is prevalent. Being blindly agreeable is only accidentally beneficial, doubly so in a creative setting.
If something is bothering you artistically or personally you should voice it, do so in a calm and open way, I'm not advocating temper or slander, but I am advocating direct communication and letting concerns be known. "Yes and" does not mean do whatever someone else says, it means listen and collaborate, your personal feelings and opinions should not be sacrificed simply because they run counter to the perceived groups. Individuals make up a group and each individual needs to have a say.
On stage, after a certain point, the literal application of "yes and" becomes unnecessary. "Yes and" is an idea, a style, a mode of performance. There comes a point when actually saying it is no longer necessary and where doing so sacrifices the integrity of the performance. Recently I've noticed a lot of affable scenes. One person comes in with a point of view, an angle, and their scene partner is totally agreeable. And totally boring.
There's this idea that some players get trapped in, that whoever speaks first has ownership over the scene and they simply agree with whatever the person says. In order to build a scene, to truly collaborate and support, that other person has to contribute content. They don't have to say "yes and" they don't have to have overt(i.e. saying "yesyesyes") agreement, they have to "yes" the idea and "and" it further. That can be done through any number of ways- specific details, physical play, argument, emotion, back story, stakes etc. That isn't done by simply nodding at your scene partner and agreeing with what they are saying. That puts all the impetus on one person to invent everything about the scene and its boring to watch. Two people discovering and building a scene is fascinating, one person inventing a scene while the other person affirms their inventions bores me to fucking tears.
"Yes and" is a hard and fast rule when learning improv. But once learned it becomes mailable, it can be bent and twisted and tied and tucked. Once understood fundamentally its effective application is much more ethereal. Acceptance of others ideas(which does not necessarily mean accomdation of), honesty, and openess, these are the cultivated traits not blind obedience, assimilation, and passive agreement.
Groups are made up of individuals and individuality must be maintained and expressed. Only then can a truly cohesive and strong group emerge.
Off stage the "yes and" credo can cause reticence for team members to speak up, stand up for themselves within the group, and voice personal wants or discomforts. This mentality can lead to a kind of stagnant apathy because everyone is thinking of "the good of the group" and doesn't want to "rock the boat" no decisions get made and problems get ignored until people are so fed-up they blow-up or quit. People make a lot of unnecessary concessions because they want to "yes and" their fellow performers/friends, going along to get along is prevalent. Being blindly agreeable is only accidentally beneficial, doubly so in a creative setting.
If something is bothering you artistically or personally you should voice it, do so in a calm and open way, I'm not advocating temper or slander, but I am advocating direct communication and letting concerns be known. "Yes and" does not mean do whatever someone else says, it means listen and collaborate, your personal feelings and opinions should not be sacrificed simply because they run counter to the perceived groups. Individuals make up a group and each individual needs to have a say.
On stage, after a certain point, the literal application of "yes and" becomes unnecessary. "Yes and" is an idea, a style, a mode of performance. There comes a point when actually saying it is no longer necessary and where doing so sacrifices the integrity of the performance. Recently I've noticed a lot of affable scenes. One person comes in with a point of view, an angle, and their scene partner is totally agreeable. And totally boring.
There's this idea that some players get trapped in, that whoever speaks first has ownership over the scene and they simply agree with whatever the person says. In order to build a scene, to truly collaborate and support, that other person has to contribute content. They don't have to say "yes and" they don't have to have overt(i.e. saying "yesyesyes") agreement, they have to "yes" the idea and "and" it further. That can be done through any number of ways- specific details, physical play, argument, emotion, back story, stakes etc. That isn't done by simply nodding at your scene partner and agreeing with what they are saying. That puts all the impetus on one person to invent everything about the scene and its boring to watch. Two people discovering and building a scene is fascinating, one person inventing a scene while the other person affirms their inventions bores me to fucking tears.
"Yes and" is a hard and fast rule when learning improv. But once learned it becomes mailable, it can be bent and twisted and tied and tucked. Once understood fundamentally its effective application is much more ethereal. Acceptance of others ideas(which does not necessarily mean accomdation of), honesty, and openess, these are the cultivated traits not blind obedience, assimilation, and passive agreement.
Groups are made up of individuals and individuality must be maintained and expressed. Only then can a truly cohesive and strong group emerge.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Attrition
another commute
another delay
misery reaps
a fine bouquet
emotions crack
in brittle cold
fatigue exhumes
what once was bold
another delay
misery reaps
a fine bouquet
emotions crack
in brittle cold
fatigue exhumes
what once was bold
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