For the last decade (plus) I have been putting together a year-in-review here on the website. This look back is mostly to take stock of the past year and serve as a kind of archive for me.
By the way, for those with the tiniest bit of inquisitiveness, here is 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022 and 2023.
2024 was NOT the best year ever. It seemed to start strong, but went downhill a few months in and just kept going. Here's 2024 in a nutshell...
Things started out pretty good. My folks took mine and my sister's family to Black Bear, Colorado for a ski vacation. First time I'd been skiing since I was a kid. First time for my son. It was really fun and I remembered how much I really like skiing.
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Me and the fam on the slopes - Loveland Ski Area, Colorado |
I directed my friend Jeff Swearingen in my one-man show The Beast of Hyperborea at the Theatre Network of Texas' TEXFest in late February. We figured it'd be a good excuse for us to have an old-school theatre adventure together. So he acted, I did... well, everything else.
TEXFest was a large-ish conference held February 21 -25 in Victoria, Texas. Traditionally, a sort of showcase of community theatre offerings, the organization set out to widen its reach a bit and my little indie company, Audacity Theatre Lab, became a participant. I submitted The Beast of Hyperborea and it was accepted as one of several productions from around the state. I figured an auditorium filled with community theatre board members, staff and artistic leaders would be a great place to show off the play. I believe it to be quite producible for small theatre organizations and eventually want to get it published and out into the world.
I was also taking a series of "adjudication" classes and was required to watch and evaluate every production over the weekend. Additionally, I was teaching two workshops about solo performance at the conference. And of course, I wanted to take a workshop of two myself, just as a participant. Needless to say, it was ridiculously busy.
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Leading a Solo Performance workshop at TEXFest 2024 |
Trouble started just as we got to Victoria. Completely unprompted and randomly, our original hotel gave away our rooms before we arrived, seemingly unaware of how reservations work. Thanks a heap, Candlewood Suites. We moved across the street to a Holiday Inn Express. Jeff stayed away from everything and holed up in the hotel room, running lines on his own. So, I represented and managed to show up to all the things I needed to show up for and was social and networky.
The show went well and was appreciated by an overwhelming number of the conference participants. It won a bunch of awards and Jeff won an acting award. We even got a taste of small-town/ community theatre "drama" when some disgruntled person from one of the shows that did not advance started a rumor we were "ringers" specially invited to the conference.
Victoria, Texas proved to be deep in Trump-country, which is 180 degrees from me and Jeff's own political leanings. Made the vibe of the town feel oddly uninviting and antagonistic. We went into one BBQ joint and they had "Trump" money on the walls and played NewsMax on the TVs. The barbeque was not at all good enough to make up for it.
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Jeff and I at TEXFest 2024, Victoria, TX |
When we won the Best Production Award, we were slated to advance to the next level of Texas Network of Theatres' conferences that would take place in Little Rock, Arkansas in Early April. Jeff, who doesn't do much stage work nowadays and is focused on film projects, could not commit to another performance. He was also not taken with the community theatre feel of the conference or the super-Conservative vibes of Victoria. I decided to allow The Beast of Hyperborea to advance, knowing I would need to learn the part as well in case Jeff dropped out on me at the last minute. I did learn the part just in case Jeff bailed, rehearsing on my own. Though I am glad I was prepared, it was a lot more work than I wanted at the the time.
My hope was that by presenting the play to so many community theatre folks at one time, the piece might
Meanwhile, back in north Texas, I was rehearsing Enterprise by Brian Parks at the college I work at. It had a student cast and crew. Enterprise is a fast-paced comedy about corporate workers caught up in a sinking system. I had originally planned to do Parks' play Goner, which I had directed for Audacity back in Spring of 2003. Unfortunately, it proved to be way too politically incorrect to be done at a community college in 2024. I read a bunch of other plays and Parks himself sent me several other of his works to read. Enterprise was one of them. He writes really fast, really sharp and biting satires. I am a big fan of his work. However, what sometimes worked in fringe or indie theatre twenty years ago doesn't always work in contemporary educational theatre settings.
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The student cast of Enterprise by Brian Parks at TCC-SE in Arlington, TX |
In early April (4th thru 6th) Jeff and I drove to Little Rock for the South West Theatre Conference. It was singularly weird trip. Little Rock had lots of road construction and one-way roads that made driving around it like navigating an M. C. Escher painting. Our hotel, out by the airport was architecturally bizarre with rooms that had entry doors on each end. Jeff had a free breakfast buffet. I, however, who had the same kind of room, arbitrarily did not receive the free breakfast treatment. If I wanted it, I'd have to pay $15.
This was eclipse weekend as well. Older retirees with RVs and high-powered photo-telescopic lenses on their cameras would continually start conversations with me every time I got in the elevator. The conversation always about the upcoming eclipse. If not retirees, then it was stage moms. There was a kid pageant event in the hotel, so the lobby and other public spaces had young girls covered in too much make-up practicing dance routines under the overbearing eye of their moms or guardians. And every pageant mom I encountered filled the stereotype brilliantly. Everyone was so harsh and brutal with their daughter. The whole place was just weird.
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The South West Theatre Conference ended up being a roughly thrown together showcase for the theatre companies that advanced from Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico and Arkansas. There was one workshop, on swing dancing. Not much else. The only attendants were folks associated with the productions that were there. There was a vibe of scoping out the competition rather than a convivial social atmosphere.
Jeff and I showed up to tech - the first group to tech - and they were still figuring out where to put the companies' set pieces. The light and sound booth operators - supplied y the conference - were chatting and on their phones. Once I got the tech started for BoH, I thought everyone was on the same page. They were not.
The Beast of Hyperborea went as the first production of the whole weekend. Not ideal. I don't think the organizers planned it that way maliciously, but the first production sets the bar for the rest of the productions. Jeff and I sort of thought maybe because we did so well at TEXFest, they were gunning for us a bit, putting us in the opening slot to take us down a peg. Jeff did a decent job in the show. Not as good as he had performed the piece in Victoria the month before, but not embarrassing by any stretch. The lights and sound were way off however. The booth operators seemed oblivious that the show had started. I am not sure if the messed up cues counted against us, but it was irksome.
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Jeff on stage in The Beast of Hyperborea at SWTC in Little Rock, AR. |
We did not win best production this time. Instead a group we had beat in Victoria won. I was mixed on the outcome. It was not as clear that we had a superior production as it had been in Victoria, and the other group had made a few improvements to their production. And I liked the main actor of that production a lot. However, they were a bit overly smug about their victory at this conference. It bothered Jeff tremendously and I heard about it endlessly from him for the rest of the trip... how we had been "good ole boy-ed" by these people who all knew each other.
I personally thought it was just an unfortunate turn of events and didn't begrudge the group who won. If we had done a bit better ourselves and the tech crew had been on point, I may have cared more.
I returned after Little Rock to jump into tech for Enterprise. The show went well. The actors eased into it by the end of the run and the technical crew gradually got on top of the amazing number of cues (each scene ends with a sharp blackout).
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At the Titanic Museum in Branson, MO |
After that things seemed to slow down for a while over the summer. My folks once again treated mine and my sister's families to a vacation. This time to Branson, Missouri. It was fun to be with the family, even though Branson is not quite my vacation hot-spot. We saw some good shows and ate too much junk food.
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Deep dish pizza in Chicago |
After Branson, Ruth and the kid and I drove up to Chicago. I made an appointment with Enzo Custom to get measured for a custom suit. What I did not anticipate was road construction and the traffic in downtown Chicago. Plus it was raining heavily. I missed the appointment. The next day, we did walk around Chicago visiting Navy Pier, the Lincoln Park Zoo and the big Bean sculpture. We ate deep dish pizza (vegan for the boy and wife).
We then drove up to Minnesota. We went to Snake Discovery, a small reptile "zoo" that David followed on YouTube. We stayed for hours and he even met the gal who does the YouTube videos. He then drove into Minneapolis and had dinner with my old college friend Phil Gonzales and his family. The weather was wonderful and it was really good to catch up.
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Catch up with Phil and his family in Minneapolis |
We made out way home with a stop for the night in Kansas on the way.
I flew back to Chicago for a weekend on my own about two weeks later and did go get measured for a custom suit from Enzo. The whole experience was quite a hassle and more expensive than originally anticipated, since I had to fly back and get a hotel and so on. This on top of the cost of the suit itself ($1,200).The suit arrived at the end of the summer. It was okay. I expected more from a made-to-measure suit. But now I have at least one medium grey suit that fits me, more of less properly.
In mid-June I published a Spanish-language version of I Brough Home a Chupacabra. I was very grateful to have Frida Espinosa Muller of Cara Mia Theatre Company help me with the translation. She and I worked together ages ago along with her now-husband David Lozano. So now, an ebook version of Traje Un Chupacabras a Casa is available on Amazon.com.
Jeff and I were scheduled to perform at the Omaha Fringe festival, a pace we had taken BoH the previous year. However, on the morning we were set to leave, August 8, I received terrible news. My mother-in-law had passed away. She had some sort of heart issue and died suddenly. I had a quick call to the Omaha Fringe and a quick discussion with Jeff and we decided he'd drive up on his own and represent us. Hotel reservations had already been made and we did not want to let down the fringe at the last minute, if it could be helped.
The show we were taking was a theatrical version of our Fun Grip Improv sets. We called it the Fun Grip Inventium. Jeff performed with some local improvisers there in Omaha. He filled them in on the format. Apparently, it went well. I was pleased with him stepping up to represent as he did.
I, of course, stayed behind. As one would expect Ruth was shattered. There was a lot to do. With my mother-in-law's passing. It cast a pall of sadness over the tale-end of the year. She was a great lady and her passing definitely left a hole in a lot of lives.
In early August, I was invited to be a surprise "Mystery" show ta the 2024 Festival of Independent Theatres. I performed Robert's Eternal Goldfish at the downstairs space at Theatre Three in Dallas. There was few audience members (especially since I did not have but a few days to promote it), but the it went well enough that I was invited back as another "Mystery" show two days later the same weekend.
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Performing Robert's Eternal Goldfish at the 2024 FIT, Dallas TX |
In early September (6th - 8th), I performed The Beast of Hyperborea at the Ft. Worth Fringe. Up until about three weeks out, Jeff was set to perform it. He had to bow out due to other commitments, so I stepped in. I had not performed it for an live audience myself since 2019. It is a difficult show. However, it went fine. I may perform it myself again sometime down the road.
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Performing The Beast of Hyperborea at the 2024 Ft. Worth Fringe |
In late August I was set to direct a play I had been working on all summer at the college I work at. Back in May I read maybe 25-30 plays trying to find something that would fit the limitations of the coming year. There were very few students signed up for the production class, so a very small cast-size show. The Technical Director left so, the show would have to be easy as far as scenery and tech. The other director was considering maybe a thriller and or a horror play, so I needed to stay away from that. My personal bent is towards the funny and weird. After reading over two dozen plays, I decided I'd just write one with two to four characters.
After a few false starts I found an old one-act I had done back in 2010. It was called I Have Angered a Great God. With a little finagling, I expanded the core idea of the play into a full-length script.
I was glad to have the production to direct since none of the classes I had to teach made in the fall (and the one that did was snatched up by a full time faculty member whose own class hadn't made... adjuncts ALWAYS are the bottom of the totem pole, ALWAYS).
Auditions were held the week after school started. I needed four actors to cast the show. One showed up to audition. Apparently, all the student who would have acted in the production had gotten seasonal work at the Six Flags Amusement Park working in haunted houses and so on.
Instead of finding an alternative to do, or even considering my suggestion that we do some short solo student shows and combine it with me doing Robert's Eternal Goldfish, my fellow faculty decided to just not do a production during the first part of the fall. At the time, it really felt like a kind of betrayal. I had moved metaphorical mountains for this group at the school in the past. Now, I was cast aside. This left me high and dry. No classes. No directing gig. No income.
Besides what little I had made with the performing gigs over the summer, I had no substantial income from May until the end of the year. Hard times.
By this point I was burnt out and depressed. My mother-in-laws passing, the disappointment of no gigs at the college led to a steady decline in overall motivation. This was also probably due to the difficulty of the projects at the beginning of the year, too, which had caught up with me. I stopped going to the gym. And because I was living on fast-dwindling savings, my social life also slowed to a near-stop as well.
The end of the year was bleak. In November we held a memorial service for Ruth's mom.
The holidays were fine. A bit lack-luster, but that was probably because of my general mood.
During the fall I tried to rally. I took a long look at my own resources. I figured it was time to start making my income separate from any given institution. I'd need to generate my own income somehow and I'd have to do it from home. I was a stay at home dad since my wife still insisted on home-schooling the boy. This meant that I could not go out and just find a McJob to get by since we'd then have the added expense of child care costs without me home to watch him.
I redesigned my website. I started pouring energy into a new YouTube channel and made an "email magnet" (free content for joining my mailing list) to grow my email list. I watched a lot of tutorials of how to be an independent content creator. My subject would be theatre, with a focus on solo performance. The trouble being that I do not think there is super high demand for this in the online world. Theatre is pretty niche and can't be digitalized easily. It is, however, one of my strengths, so I persevered. Only way to know for sure is to really try and really fail.
The learning curve was steep and only over the last little bit have I started putting together a tangible plan of what to sell and how. The website redesign took a long time. So did the email magnet ebook I put together. The YouTube channel stumbled out of the gate. It has definitely been slow going.
That about wraps up the year. I am looking ahead to brighter days in 2025. I have renewed optimism and a goal of removing myself from dependence on income outside of my own control. As I am writing this, the New Year just passed and I feel the creative recharge activated. The gym calls to me once again. Upwards and onwards.
Just, thank the Universe, 2024 is finally over.
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