Wednesday, March 28, 2012

My Theatrical Legerdemain and Other Hyperbole.

Actors at the Jewel Box Theatre in Seattle adore me.
Artists and writers are among the most insecure of people. It always helps when people besides ourselves believe in our talents. And if not in our talents, then in what we have produced. Exhibit A.) The universe has for some unknown reason decided my scripts are worthy of being performed to rave reviews in Seattle. So, I pause now to reflect on this small success. I forget to celebrate my small victories, but now I will try.

Thomas Brophy, the director/actor of the Seattle Readers, a theater group with  a cast of ever changing proportions,  wrote a month ago to tell me my play, "The Accordion," was the 'hit of the night!" The group, which performs works at the Jewel Box Theatre (Rendezvous Theatre) in the 'Bell-town' area north of downtown Seattle, is always on the lookout for new material. They accepted three excerpts from my comedy screenplays: The Accordion, How To Shear A Sheep, and Forget You?! http://www.theatrereaders.com/

The Accordion has to do with a young man (Manuel Landau Lopez) who is separated from his parents during the French invasion of Mexico, and the end of a curse that has affected the Landau family for over two thousand years. Manuel, separated from his parents at age six, and raised by coyotes, is not used to the ways of human beings. Since his childhood he has worn a locket with the image of a carriage and a Star of David incised upon it, which is a clue to his name and heritage. Unbeknownst to Manuel, his parents, after he was separated from them during their escape from French cavalry (they were gun runners), have become pirates. His mother, an imposing woman named Francesca, has become the captain of a pirate ship she has renamed 'The Chutzpah.'  Manuel's father, a small man named Emilio who has a lexicon-like vocabulary, is Francesca's second in command. Francesca, owing to her small vocabulary, often snaps her fingers to have Emilio provide her with the most fitting word to express herself.

Manuel leaves his adoptive coyote parents when he is a teenager, and shortly thereafter he falls in love with Lucretia, a beautiful Gypsy girl, entranced by her wonderful accordion song. Her accordion has been passed down for a number of years, and the song  she plays is the one she learned from her parents and they before them, all the way back to Germany, when an ancestor of Manuel seduced his housekeeper and got her pregnant. Because of that ancestor's rejection of Lucretia's ancestor, and the death of the child, there is a curse upon the Landau family that can only be righted by a marriage of the two families. Otherwise, the curse goes on forever, and like Manuel's ancient family member - King David, the first born child will die. Manuel and Lucretia, directed by a fortune teller in Mexico, go to the coast and are kidnapped by Manuel's parents. They are forced to scrub the decks despite Lucretia being two months pregnant with Manuel's child. Francesca decides to sell "Manny" and Lucretia to Pirate Bruce, but after they are sold she sees the locket Emilio has taken from Manuel. Francesca, Emilio, and the crew of the Chutzpah pursue Pirate Bruce to rescue Manuel and Lucretia. On an island where Pirate Bruce and his crew are trying to locate Red Beard's treasure, Manuel and his parents are reunited.

How To Shear A Sheep is the story of Willis Sweets, Laura Lee Boggs, and Charlie Settler's journey west from Key West, Florida, to return a peridot engagement ring to Lester McDougal (Curly), the largest sheep rancher in the state of Wyoming. The ring was given to Willis's aunt, Ginnie, by the rancher when she was young. On her deathbed Ginnie makes Willis swear he will return the ring. Willis, after her death receives an inheritance Ginnie has kept from him that once belonged to his father: a sheep shear, a cowboy hat, and a useless antique Colt pistol. Willis is informed by the lawyer he is being evicted from his aunt's trailer, and his cash inheritance after back taxes, lawyer fees, his aunt's funeral expenses, and late trailer rental fees - amounts to less than fifty dollars.

Willis and Laura Lee are fired from a Walmart store due to their ongoing trysts while they are supposed to be working. Willis, seeing his management trainee career is gone, and having no recourse, decides he must rob a bank to stay afloat. He talks Laura Lee into giving him a ride to the bank, without telling her of his plan. Escaping in Laura Lee's Nova, they fishtail into an alley to elude a police car. Laura Lee, wracked with guilt and horror at being a fugitive, tosses the bulk of the stolen money out the window. It lands in the lap of Charlie Settler, a homeless Harvard educated Native American. Charlie, thinking his prayers have been answered, heads to a bar to celebrate.

Willis and Laura Lee find Charlie in the bar and the threesome strike a deal to head west to Wyoming. The following day, Willis trades in the Nova for a used Jeep Wagoneer. They begin a hilarious trip across America, with opposing and poignant comments from Willis and Charlie, mechanical breakdowns, robberies, and Laura Lee serving as the peace maker.  They stop at a bar and Willis and Charlie are offered jobs on a seismograph crew. The news elates Laura Lee, but Willis isn't sold on the idea of taking the job. As they argue about it while driving in downtown Farson, Wyoming Willis is distracted and runs down the town drunk. When the police show up, Laura Lee takes the blame. The drunk is none other than Lester McDougal, Willis's aunt's former beau, the richest sheep rancher in Wyoming. Due to his being so inebriated, Lester only sustains a broken leg, and when Laura Lee takes the blame for running Lester down, he does not press charges and insists she come to help him recover and live at his ranch. Seeing Laura Lee's good fortune, Willis suggests she extort cash from Lester, but she is uncooperative. Willis and Charlie accept the seismograph crew jobs, and begin blasting with dynamite to find oil and gas deposits. They fail in this job within a few days, and come to Lester's ranch to beg for jobs shearing sheep. Because of Laura Lee, Lester allows them to learn the trade from a ranch hand.

During the time Laura Lee works as Lester's nurse, Lester notices the peridot ring she is wearing. She tells him she is Aunt Ginnie's niece, and that Ginny has died in Key West, Florida. Lester refuses to take the peridot ring back, confesses his love for her, and asks her to marry him. Laura Lee agrees, and tells Willis, who is livid about the development when he learns she means to go through with it. He is also angry about his ineptness at shearing sheep, and he enlists Charlie's help in kidnapping Laura Lee on the eve of her wedding. They take her to the Killpecker Dunes, and hide out until Lester brings the money. During the night, Laura Lee tries to escape, and she blows up the Wagoneer with dynamite.

On the agreed day, Lester has his men camouflage themselves with sagebrush, and lets Willis and Charlie know he has the three million dollar ransom money. Willis and Charlie arrive and are captured by Lester and his ranch hands, but before Lester and his men can hang them, the truth comes out that Willis is Aunt Ginnie's nephew, not Laura Lee. Lester says it doesn't matter, and that the wedding is still on. Willis and Charlie are released, on the condition they agree to clean up the metal shards of the Wagoneer that litters Lester's property. Willis finds a bundle of dynamite from their first job in Wyoming, and blows a hole looking for water. He and Charlie find themselves in a shower of oil, and, thinking they are rich, they dance in celebration. But they have simply ruptured an oil pipeline, and they must hightail it back to Florida to avoid the law.

Forget You?! is the story of David Honeyman reconciling with Jack, his Alzheimer's diseased father during a long Easter weekend. David, a neurotic sports writer, is sure his father hates him, and yet he realizes this is his last chance to make the emotional connection he's never had. When David, and his wife, Lisa, and their young daughter, Kristin, arrive at David's parent's house, David learns that his father's truck needs a battery. He decides this is a perfect opportunity to make the emotional segue, and he takes Jack to an auto parts store. Jack has to pee, and despite David trying to prevent his father from peeing in the aisle of the store, Jack pees in an empty gas can. David buys the gas can, and the battery, and Jack insists on driving home, though it is David's car. They narrowly avoid getting in an accident, but they eventually arrive back at Jack and Barbara Honeyman's home.

David' mother, Barbara, takes Lisa and Kristin shopping. Barbara buys Kristin a kitten. Later that night, David puts the kitten's cage by a back door. Barbara trips over the cage and cuts her head. They take Barbara to a hospital and she spends the night. Lisa insists that David sleep with Jack to keep him company. Wigged out by this experience, David decides he will tough it out despite Jack's illness. Encouraged by the progress he is making with his father, David decides to take a few days off. During this time they all go to a mall; Lisa, Barbara, and Kristen go shopping, while David and Jack go to a movie.

While at the movie theater, David goes to the concession stand, and leaves Jack alone in the theater. When he returns, Jack has wandered away, hoping to find his girlfriend, (Barbara). Jack boards a bus and the driver drops him off at the hospital. Jack wanders into a room that has recently been occupied, and goes to sleep. The staff mistakes Jack for another  patient and prepares him for surgery. When David, Lisa, and Kristen go the hospital, hoping to find Jack and pick up Barbara, they find Jack being wheeled down an hallway en route to the surgery.

 As David and his family prepare to leave the following day, Jack tells David he loves him.

Monday, March 19, 2012

I'm apparently Bruce Willis's cousin.

The lab tests confirm I will be a survivor of the end of the world. 

The Department of Veteran’s Affairs lab report has arrived. I opened their thin letter with a good deal of trepidation. When you are over fifty, and your grandfather died of a heart attack it is normal to expect the worst. The nurse at the veteran’s clinic was efficient; she drew and labeled four test tubes of blood in two minutes. She does this all the time. I am not a blood donor but I should be. I have Type O Positive, a universal donor blood type that is valuable as gold when it comes to transfusions. The blood tests were divided into forty-two categories, with neat columns showing the results, including the Normal Reference Range on the far right column. I was supposed to fast before the tests, but I forgot and ate a sesame butter sandwich. That probably explains the slightly elevated cholesterol. But they had no column that read “Traces of organic bread and sesame butter.” The bread, "Dave's Killer Bread," is chock full of sunflower and sesame seeds. You could live to be 200 if you ate Dave's 'Robust Raisin' bread every day. So I do. I'll be so old I'll have wrinkles on my wrinkles. On the back of the two sided report, after the results lists, was a short note from the doctor I’d seen. It read, “Your lab work looks great Mr. Mortenson, please call if you have any questions.” What questions would I have? Like, "Hey Doc, did you see how my stomach bulges on that one side? Do you suppose I have a toy embedded there from my childhood?" Or, "Couldn't you at least slice me open to take a look around?" The last VA doctor told me I should be in a display case.  I expected a terse note stapled to the lab report to the effect of: "P.S. It’s guys like you that will put the VA out of business! I have a mortgage, mister!”

My last big visit to the VA was for a colonoscopy. It was the most fun I’ve ever had in a hospital. I have only been in a hospital three times in my life. Once was to see my ex wife. The second time was to take my father to the urgent care wing. (He had injured his left arm while trying to fell one of my trees with his chain saw. The tree won.) I wrote a blog about my third experience, which was not unlike a Vonnegut novel. Or maybe it was a modern day rendition of Alice In Wonderland. I did, after all, see a floating head appear several times on a curtain, and both the floating head and I spoke nonsensical things.

A visit to a Veteran’s clinic or hospital is an effective remedy for the over fifty-years-old blues. The likelihood of catching a disease or virus while walking the labyrinth of Seattle’s VA hospital was high but I did it. But it is nice to know there are lots of skilled people in the VA’s hospitals. They get really good at treating wounds. Probably much better than the average staff. So if I ever get shot, I know where I’ll go for treatment. In Seattle’s VA hospital you’ll get a cardiovascular workout walking from one department to the next, even if you take the elevators, which I did. It seems bigger than the one in Atlanta, where I went to see about getting a job, not for treatment of anything. But I suppose I could claim PTSD from applying to jobs the last three years, or carpal tunnel from reworking cover letters and resumes to fit particular jobs.

Not that it makes much difference now that I am apparently the bionic man. I haven’t been really sick for twenty years, and I was only sick then because my ex put something in my cereal. Probably. How else does a person get E-Coli? I mean, extra E-Coli? Okay, maybe it was all the c***, er, I mean - the shenanigans - I was dealing with at the time. Bad marriages kill people all the time. But not me, so I must be Bruce Willis, as in the film, “Unbreakable.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_f1uCWKZQs  But I have broken one bone in my life, so maybe that isn't it either. Maybe I'm just too stubborn to get sick. A person has to have goals, and mine is to live to 101. I am already decrepit; imagine me in another fifty-years. I am depending on medical science to make some major breakthroughs by 2015, at the latest. I feel bad about the blog I wrote about December 21, 2012 being the end of life as we know it. There will probably be survivors, and I intend to be one of them. I am made to live in the Stone Age.

Type O Positive people can digest bicycles. It is a scientific fact. Or so I read somewhere. The reason is they have more robust stomach acid than average human beings. They are cave people. I know this because I also have my tonsils, appendix, and wisdom teeth. My arms are longer than most people’s arms. I am not saying I am a knuckle dragger, but if I had a sloping forehead I could be in a proto-human exhibit at a museum, aiming a spear at a wooly mammoth, while my cave woman cooked a leg of something on a fake fire, and my dirty little man-child, the one with the strange long hair smiled like a bad manikin in Macy’s, showing his big pointed canine teeth.

I am glad I am not sick. No cancer, yet. But you just wait. Yeah. I tried my best to convince the doctor, when he first met me at the clinic, that I was certain I was dying. I did my best Woody Allen impression. I acted neurotic. As neurotic as men with Danish ancestry can act, which is admittedly about as calm as any human being could look. But inside I was nervous. Yes. Finally, in desperation, I said I had a feeling my moles were misbehaving. I insisted on taking off my shirt to show the doctor. He reluctantly agreed to look. After thirty seconds he pronounced all my moles and freckles were not only benign but rather attractive and artistically arrayed. I told him to look again, and he did, but then he looked at his watch and said he had a golf date. So I gave him permission to leave. Because I had harassed him, he agreed that I should have a lab test to be sure I was Bruce Willis’s cousin. It turns out I am. Now if Bruce can just introduce me to M. Night Shyamalan. I have way too many screenplays sitting in boxes. They’re all Type O Positive scripts. ‘O’ stands for 'outstanding.'

Monday, March 5, 2012

Pomplamoose: The quirky success story of one couple's social media.

Nataly Dawn and Jack Conte of Pomplamoose.
You wouldn't think that naming your group after a grapefruit, (French: pamplemousse), would lead to anything, but apparently grapefruit has powerful properties that go beyond thoughts of breakfast. I first learned of Pomplamoose in 2010, by which time they had already had over 100,000 songs downloaded online. Now they have 3 million views per month on YouTube, and make a good living via iTunes. Though when Jack Conte and Nataly Dawn (Natalie Dawn Knutsen) hooked up in the summer of 2008, their goals were much smaller, and their equipment and recording spaces were a lot less tech, and of lesser quality than they are today. They had no inkling they would one day be on a lot of people's minds; they simply wanted to share their love of music online, and make enough money to keep doing music for a living. Here's their take on how they do what they do: http://techcrunch.com/2012/02/17/keen-on-pomplamoose-how-nataly-and-jack-are-reinventing-the-music-business-tctv/

Pomplamoose first made a big splash in the musical pond with their Hyundai holiday TV spots. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g947151eKQo Hyundai remodeled the couple's garage into a recording studio to shoot the spots. Today, corporate sponsorships and contracts have added a hefty chunk to Pomplamoose's income.

Their choreography and video edits are similar in style to the old Monkey's videos, (who weren't in Pomplamoose's league as musicians),  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfuBREMXxts  and this is right in line with their style of music, which is Pop with a capital 'P.' But not the usual pop. (I would not be surprised if they redo "Valerie," "Pleasant Valley Sunday," and "I'm a Believer" in the near future). This kind of fresh off the grill type of musical entertainment has been seen before, but not in this way. They aren't Sonny and Cher, but they are as entertaining. Pomplamoose adds the special ingredient of love and romance to doing music. A phrase to describe Pomplamoose? A loving and humorous spontaneity, and inventive musical chemistry. Their musical and romantic chemistry are fresh and genuine, as romantic as when Adam Sandler sang to Drew Barrymore, in "The Wedding Singer," http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPsW2FYprfI It is this love connection, and love of music, that make Pomplamoose work as a band, and as a couple, and why millions of fans love them. They're the real deal, even though some have been put off by Dawn's eye shifting antics. It's just part of style of the musical act. Dawn's delivery of deadpan lines is simply an expression of her quirky personality. She's young, give her time.

Pomplamoose http://www.youtube.com/user/PomplamooseMusic  has made a perfect marriage of the old music, that of the pre-Depression era, the 1960s, and the offbeat Indie songs of the 21st Century, however, Conte and Dawn describe their work as falling into the pop genre. Dawn's sweet retro voice, though, is right out of the 1920s and 1930s, and Conte's manic and joyful instrumentals and goofy expressions are uniquely his own. Together, they make world class entertainment, in an industry where Lady Gaga, Madonna, and rock band theatrics - with light shows and "smoke and mirrors" are the norm. Their musical approach falls somewhere in the honest realm of watching a group of bluegrass musicians in someone's living room, and hanging out with Joni Mitchell and Graham Nash one sunny afternoon in the 1960s.

Their work is split between cover songs and originals. Nataly has her own channel on YouTube, http://www.youtube.com/natalydawn where you can hear covers such as "Superman's Song." Pomplamoose has done fabulous covers of "Mr. Sandman," http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xMCNmUaGko Beyonce's "Single Ladies, (Put A Ring On It)," and many others. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIr8-f2OWhs&feature=player_embedded But cover songs aren't Pomplanoose's most memorable music. Their originals are as lyrically good as any folk songs, which is no small feat. They are not as sappy or saccharine as the Pee Wee Herman era band named Aqua, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyhrYis509A yet they have the same fun attitude without the electronica or the "Let's make fun of Southern California" style lyrics. No, with Pomplamoose its all natural talent. They don't dress up, it's a come as you are Pomplamoose party. Sweatshirts and jeans are the norm.

Their covers and originals have wit, charm, and inventiveness. Even the old Moody Blues members should take note of Conte's and Nataly's multi-instrumental virtuosity. Anything that can be used to make music is used, and used well. Nataly spent a good deal of her early life in France and Belgium, so the French have a particular fondness for her. So look for a European tour at some point. Here is an early French song of hers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJuKoPaSpOU&feature=relmfu  In 2011, Pomplamoose toured with another YouTube friendly band, OK GO http://okgo.net/ whose zany videos are even more like the Monkey's than Pomplamoose.

Pomplamoose are not the first, nor will they be the last to use social media as an effective detour around the old school way to get from Point A to Point B in the music business. At this moment there are probably a lot of music producers talking about them in the boardrooms of the major music labels. I suspect those high rollers of the music business are speaking with voices that are a bit shaky, because Pomplamoose's way is the way of the future, and a large proportion of future musical artists are going to follow in their footsteps.

Fans of Pomplamoose can reach them via:

Pomplamoose
PO Box 1323
Rohnert Park, CA 94927
pomplamoosemusic@gmail.com