Monday, September 21, 2009

Losing Too Many Friends...

We are now mostly settled into life in Taipei, and I need to be working on the book and I would rather be reminiscing about our month in Bali, but I had to get something off of my plate first. Although 2008-09 has been a very exciting and productive year for Barry and Annie, it has been tempered since last December by the loss of four long-time and dear friends. None had reached sixty. We sometimes feel old as we climb the four flights of stairs to our apartment, but they were far too young.
Thank you Mark Walker for the Drawing!

First to go was Douglas Balentine in a tragic camping accident in The Big Bend area of Texas. Our association with Doug went back to 1975 when Annie was hired as the “mystery dancer” for the Casa Manaña Playhouse premiere of Out Where the West Begins, the first collaboration between playwright Johnny Simons and Douglas’s musical miracle working. We all worked at Casa Playhouse for the 1975-76 season, where Doug’s talents ranged from the Cowardly Lion in Johnny’s The Wonderful Wizard of Oz to composing and leading the band in the latest Simons and Balentine production of Paul Revere. While mounting our eight children’s shows for Casa, we were also preparing their iconic collaboration, The Lake Worth Monster, for a restaging at TCU for the American College Theatre Festival. The show was restaged on at least three occasions at TCU, The Hop, and The Speakeasy as “practice” runs for the company of musicians, singers, actors, and technicians. The big event was the regional festival held at the Scott Theatre, and the evening was capped when two of the adjudicators had a shouting match over the merits of the show in the theatre’s parking lot.

Johnny, Diane, and Douglas left Casa in May 1976 and spent their summer mounting a production of The Three Cuckolds in the courtyard of Grissom and Friends, a very funky collection of artisans housed in an old motel on Hwy 80 in far west Fort Worth. (Shirley Grissom is still in business at the same location.) With tin can light fixtures hung in the trees and drapes of dyed cheese cloth for scenery, the trio laid the roots for Johnny’s desire to create “illegitimate” theatre on their own terms. By the fall of 1976, they had moved indoors of George’s Back Door restaurant for the winter and had formally started producing their original works as The Hip Pocket Theatre. Douglas and Johnny went on to write and produce too many new and original works to count, and we were lucky enough to have been involved in many of the productions from these seminal years. My last production with the theatre was Old Tarzan in Fall 1986, which marked Douglas’s return to the theatre after taking a hiatus after the grueling tour 1983 tour to Scotland and London.

Douglas was one of the most talented singers, musicians, and composers on the planet. We were very sad to have missed his memorial celebration in Fort Worth in January 2009, but we were already committed to a research trip to NYC for the Carrie Robbins book.

Douglas was 57.

In early April, tragedy again struck the Balentine family with the sudden passing of Patti, the wife of Doug’s older brother and trombone playing band member, Bruce. One of my vivid memories of Patti was her introducing me to Nutella spread on toast when the 15 company members with children shared a flat for almost four weeks in Edinburgh during the 1983 Fringe Festival. Mighty tasty!

Patti was 59




Steve Lovett

Our third strike came with the loss of a friend of 40 years from our undergraduate days at Trinity University, Steve Lovett. Steve was an accomplished actor and playwright, and we were very lucky to have spent some time with him summer 2008 when our mutual close friends Donna and Maureen were married in Northridge. Steve passed away suddenly while in rehab after bypass surgery. (More on Steve in the The Buffalo Chip Design Team & The Water Tower Theatre post).

Steve was 58



It is now mid-September, and our losses for the year did not stop at three. We just heard yesterday that we lost Kathy (Kat) Runge on September 15. Our association with Kathy and Dennis Runge goes back to January 1974 when I started graduate school at TCU. Dennis was the faculty Technical Director in the theatre department, and Kathy Gregory was his significant other (I guess the term was “girl friend” in those days) and a costume designer in the graduate program. They had met while Dennis was finishing his masters at Fresno State and Kathy was an undergrad. I first met them at their apartment over in the Monticello area near 7th street in Fort Worth. Dennis is a story unto himself, but I remember Kathy as a vibrant, fun loving, talented, rubenesque California girl who drove a classic fast-back Mustang. They were soon married and eventually moved to a cozy house just a short walk from TCU.

We survived grad school in a monumentally uneventful academic environment (both Dennis and Kathy were in my thesis show). I went to work at Casa Manaña once I had completed my course work and spent the next year starting my thesis. (It took a year to start, and 2 months to write). Kathy finished her thesis, and immediately took a teaching job at the University of Northern Iowa. We stayed in touch, and since I had relatives in Iowa, we made two memorable trips to their amazing house in Waterloo. The first was in August, 1977, when we took a road trip together to attend the American Theatre Association conference held at the Palmer House in Chicago. Our high point of that conference was the closing masquerade ball for which we spent a whole day making our masks out of paper plates and other found craft items. When we arrived at the ball, we realized that the rest of the folks either just showed up sans masks, or rented elaborate costumes for the event. The other memorable moment while we were on the streets of Chicago was hearing that Elvis had been found dead in Graceland.

The second trip to Iowa was the summer of 1979 shortly after the birth of Luna. We were actually on a month long bus trip across the US. Again, the visit was filled with good times, sweet corn and tomatoes from the garden, and lots of just, plain fun. I think it may have been in Fall 1980 when the Runge Fandango pulled up stakes in Iowa and moved lock, stock, and barrel to Brooklyn to explore the NYC theatre scene. Kathy ended up working at the Julliard costume shop and Dennis’s one-week temp job at Henson and Associates turned into a multi-year steady job with the Muppet enterprise. We would meet occasionally in Fort Worth to work on Hip Pocket Theatre productions for Johnny and Diane, either at Oak Acres or for some command performances at the Fort Worth’s Kimball Museum. We did not spend much time together until the summer of 1983 with the preparation for and the six weeks at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and Queen Elizabeth Hall London tour with a company of 45 musicians, actors, technicians, and their children. Kathy and Dennis spent the summer living behind the Simons’ estate on Fairmount. Kathy worked on PR while helping Diane with the costume extravaganza. Dennis and I worked on the production end. Both Dennis and Annie also performed in three productions (two of which were premieres) which were mounted in Ft. Worth before packing up for Scotland in August.

While in Scotland, we performed six evenings a week. In addition to costume duties, Kathy was also in charge of preparing the post-production Taste o’ Texas that we served after each performance – chili (tasted like lamb to me), nachos, and iced tea. The taste was pretty close to authentic, but the chili was too hot and the tea too cold for most British palettes. After closing in Edinburgh, we all packed the company and most of the gear into a bus and hit the road for London and a week of performing at Queen Elizabeth Hall. We were all excited about being in the Elephant and Castle B&B – a hotel with breakfast every morning and your own shower!!!!! (Annie has to tell the story of the sleeping bags!)

After returning to Fort Worth after the Scotland tour, many folks went their separate ways. We went back to Alabama, Douglas left Fort Worth for the Texas Hill Country, and Dennis and Kathy moved back to California. We did not see the Runge Fandango until 1986 when Annie and I, now with two children in tow, attended the USITT conference in Oakland. Following the conference, we visited the Fandango while on a brief California road trip. By this time Wylie (one of several Edinburgh babies) had joined the family. They were living in Fresno and Kathy was working at the family business, Gregor boats (the home of welded aluminum boats). Our most memorable time was a visit to the mountains and staying in a kerosene lamp lit cabin ensconced in four feet of snow. This was our first visit to California, and we were amazed to be walking along a sunny beach just 3 hours later.

A repeat visit was staged in 1988 for another USITT conference held in Anaheim at Disneyland. We visited the Runges with our newest addition, Vincent, about 8 months old, in Fresno and caravanned down to LA. Kathy found us a cheap place to stay right across the street from the Magic Kingdom – The Princess Motel. We even convinced close friends from Ohio, Mark and Ginny Shanda, to stay there too and save some big bucks. As it turned out, the Princess had seen her better days, and her main amenity was a prophylactic machine in every room. To top things off, all five of the kids were sick at one time or another during the five days of the conference. The Kingdom was not very Magical.

After the Disney experience, we had another long gap in face to face encounters but kept in touch with news of kids, graduations, etc. We had moved to Colorado and there was talk of a train trip to Denver by the Fandango, but it never materialized. We settled for phone calls, eventually email, and a few chance encounters of seeing Dennis at USITT conferences. We did finally connect face to face again in 2007 after Annie had joined me in California at my current teaching position at California State University Northridge. Visits were made to the Clovis house with Dennis’s amazing garden, and some short trips were made to LA. On one of these Annie joined Kat in her new convertible sports car for a top-down, girls gone wild, road trip down to Anaheim for one of the craft trade shows. Perhaps the favorite of our recent encounters was meeting them in Fort Worth to visit the Hip Pocket Theatre during its 30th Anniversary Season. We pulled into Fort Worth very late after a straight thru drive from Denver and checked into our cheap hotel on 1-30 and Cherry Lane. The next morning Annie’s cell phone rang, and it was Kat telling us that they were in the same hotel. Both soon realized that they were hearing each other’s voices through the walls and they stepped outside to see each other face to face. The Fandango had camped next door. We then had a wonderful weekend of experiencing old sights, sounds, friends, and tastes. Fried fish and okra at Zeke’s is hard to beat.

Although I had to catch a flight to Mobile, Annie and our youngest, Vincent, dropped by Clovis in August 2008 on the way back from San Francisco. Vincent was only 8 months old the last time he encountered Dennis and Kat. This time he was immediately pressed into service driving Dennis out to restock the beer supply and Kat completed his education by teaching him to make Mojitos and Caipirenias for all. Vincent had the opportunity to listen to the elders re-spinning some of their more extreme tales of their youth. When Annie cautioned Vincent that he was hearing stories about his mom and dad that had never been told to the other children, his response was, “Mom, we have visited the Hip Pocket Theatre and met your friends. We’re not that dumb.”

We did not know it would be our last visit with Kat when we dropped by for a couple of days last April. This time we got to see Wylie for a brief moment when he dropped by to borrow a truck. As always, we had great food, a bit to drink, and shared many memories of adventures, friends, and our kids. Kat with her Armenian heritage (I think Gregory was anglicized from Gregorian), was very excited about Vincent being assigned to Armenia with the Peace Corps and she was following his blog. She sent Julie a huge box of materials from her scrapbooking days for Julie to use in her pre-school class. Her generous spirit and loving attention was being sent out to the new generation.

Please, no more. One was too many, four unfathomable.

Kathy (Kat) Runge was 59.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Listening to Fireworks on the 3rd of July

The Cunning Plan

NB – Although it seems like a lifetime and literally ½ a world away, I want to return to the Black Hills to continue that portion of our summer.

The Sugar Bean Sisters opened to a very successful run on June 25, and the focus shifted to mounting Suds (The Clean Musical). Since Annie had shopped the show hard in Los Angeles and as we trekked across the country in May and June, it was mainly a matter of finding a few odds and ends and final alterations to get the show finished for the July 9 opening. Because Casey was in good shape with the set, and Charles’ work as lighting did not kick into full swing until after the change over on July 5, the design team planned our next outings.

The first was to Rapid City to introduce the other members of the team to the wonderful wine bar in the down town area. Charles and I came in the early afternoon with a shopping list and were to meet the rest of the team for dinner at 5:00. Regretfully, due to our diligence to production duties, we missed out on the ½ price happy hour, but we did enjoy a great evening of some very good food and company. One of the highlights of the evening was introducing Charles to Annie’s inspiration for his opening night present for Sugar Bean Sisters which is best described as Michelangelo’s David with a strategically placed bottle of wine substituting for a fig leaf. Entitled “Pinot Envy,” the life size advertisement later proved to be an irresistible opportunity for Annie’s digital prowess. (Just ask Charles.)

Inspirational!

While the five of us were together in some peace and quiet, we began to finalize our plans to watch the fireworks at Mount Rushmore. Rated as one of the ten best fireworks shows in the nation, the display is actually held at the monument on July 3 for taping for the national broadcast on July 4. We knew that we would not have the whole day to spend at the site parking miles away and walking into the park, so we planned to watch the show from a site 3 miles away at an observation point at the top of Iron Mountain Road. Built by the CCC during the 1930’s the narrow road literally cuts through three rock formations with one-lane tunnels framing the famous four faces as you drive along the road. Our plan was to leave the playhouse before dinner, drive the short way to the observation point, and stake out our turf to enjoy a picnic and the festivities. We picked up a bucket of KFC on the way back home to the Playhouse.

NB: Writing about South Dakota from Lombok is hard!

We left around 5:45 to find a spot for the 9:30 show. As we wound our way up the road, clumps of cars were gathered at the wide spots in a road with views of the monument. When we reached the lookout point at the top of the road, the parking lot was full,so we continued down the road. The nearby picnic spot was even more jammed than the viewpoint at the top of the hill. After turning the car, I saw a pickup truck parked off the edge of the road, so I pulled over next to it. Once off the road, I realized that the ditch was a bit steeper and softer than it appeared from the road. To top it off, the pickup was a huge 4-wheel drive. Not a very good idea. It was soon apparent that the ditch was not to be backed out of, especially with front wheel drive. The matriarchs of the heard wisely chose to search the green pastures for four leaf clovers and hold their counsel to themselves while the testosterone laden members of the Chips put their collective wisdom to the test.



The Wise Buffalo Brothers

Luckily, there was a flat area in which to turn the car around and attack the ditch with some forward momentum. The challenge was not to pull a Dukes of Hazard roll when hitting the side of the ditch at an angle. Since I am willing to tell this story, obviously we made it out of the ditch to the thunderous applause from the campground and only a small touch of wounded buffalo pride.

We then proceeded back up the hill and found the perfect parking spot on a flat, firm stretch of wide shoulder. Armed with our blankets and KFC, we headed to the rocky observation point. Although the place was packed, we found a spot on the outcrop where we could see the monument and staked our claim. The weather was beautiful, the atmosphere festive, and all we had to do is wait 2 ½ hours for show to begin.



Our Musical Entertainment

Around 7:00 pm, a B1 bomber from the nearby Air Force base executed a flyby of the monument. It was impressive to see it sweep in low and then ascend steeply into the clouds.
Speaking of the clouds – as we moved closer to dusk, a beautiful mist began to roll in slowly filling the valleys surrounding the outcrop. It was very beautiful and evocative of a Chinese scroll painting of misty mountains.



The Chinese Scroll

Before long, we were socked in by the dense fog. With Rushmore about 2 miles away, our visibility was about 100 yards. Although the crowd was still growing and remained optimistic, by 8:00 pm the fog showed no sign of lifting. The show at Rushmore was would be cancelled with no re-do the next night if the weather interfered with the show. Although by 8:30 the crowds were starting to trickle out, we decided we would stick it out.



Sister Joan



A Glimmer of Hope



Even if we did not see the bombs bursting in air over America’s fab four, surely we would see the rocket’s red glare illuminating the misty sky. A little after 9:30 pm, we heard announcements and then the long anticipated first aerial explosions. They sounded impressive, but we saw nothing. Not a glimmer, not a glow, not a glint.



Reality Sets In

The herd was disappointed, but consoled when we returned to camp for a libation and a moonlight stroll to the Water Tower.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

The Buffalo Chip Design Team & The Water Tower Theatre

Barry, Annie, Charles, Joan, & Casey

Dan Guyette, and old friend from Colorado, was Dean of the College of Fine Arts at the University of South Dakota. USD is the academic sponsor of The Black Hills Playhouse. He wanted Annie to come design last summer, but the money and schedule did not work out. The cunning plan for this summer was that Dan's wife, Charlotte would direct, he would design, Charles Houghton would design lights, Casey Kearns would design scenery for a second show, Annie's friend from grad school, Joan St. Germain, would manage the costume shop, and Annie would design two shows. All the pieces fell into place, save one - Dan took a new job as dean at the University of Western Washington and did not work at the playhouse. We had been had!

Although the quality of the productions is high, we all felt a little old for the summer stock experience isolated in the Black Hills. With meals in a dining hall (and dinner at 5:00 pm), we found the structure a bit rigid for our tastes. That being said, most of the young students have a great time and are given the opportunity fill some good positions of responsibility.

The Saturday after the opening of the first show, THE SUGAR BEAN SISTERS (starring Marcia Wallace of Newhart and Simpsons fame), all of the design team went to a crafts show down in Hot Springs at the southern edge of the Black Hills. Lo and behold, we were called to a booth of an air brush tattoo artist who had a buffalo skull stencil. For $1.00 a tat, how could we resist?



On the spot, we formed the Buffalo Chip Design Team, and wore our brand proudly (for about a week). With our motto, "Chips Ahoy," we boldly went forward into the second production, the musical SUDS.


Annie and I went to Deadwood for our second day off, and ate at Jake's, a great restaurant in a casino owned by Kevin Costner. This was the ONLY sit down place in South Dakota that we did not find to be "server challenged." They just don't seem to do table service in South Dakota. Annie and I were happily to partake of the sacred offering of buffalo carpaccio.



Charlotte Guyette is a directing goddess and a saint. She met all of the challenges flung at her in mounting SUGAR BEAN SISTERS with style and grace. We figured her secret was to climb the hill behind our cabins up to the water tower (actually cisterns) to release her primal screams.


Charles & Casey at the Water Tower


Part of the View from the Top of Our World

Since the next show was shaping up with challenges of its own (including a talking buffalo head), the Buffalo Chips Design Team decided that they needed a secret code word to invoke at production meetings when things got too bizarre to nip insanity in the bud. Therefore, the Water Tower Theatre was born. During particularly tense meetings, someone could interject "You know, we tried that when we all were at the Water Tower Theatre, and it just didn't work."

We needed a back story. The Water Tower Theatre would be located in New Mexico. Truth or Consequences seemed like a good spot. Who could argue as to whether it was there or not, as long as we sounded convincing. With the back story set, the team was ready.

Until forces beyond the Black Hills came into play...

In her first week at the playhouse, Annie had received the sad news of the passing of a long time friend from our undergraduate days at Trinity, Steve Lovett, from complications after bypass surgery. Steve had made it to rehab, and we thought all was going great, but he was taken suddenly one afternoon. Annie was disappointed she was not able to leave the playhouse and fly to Steve's memorial service, but another friend from Trinity, Tom Masinter, was kind enough to send us a link to the Steve's memorial service: http://www.dallasvoice.com/artman/publish/article_11479.php. When Annie read the link that night, she discovered that Steve's latest play, Hopelessly Puccini, was performed in 2009 at THE WATER TOWER THEATER in Dallas. How could we possible make this up?????

Steve

The day closed with Annie and I watching Oliver Stone's On Any Given Sunday, a great football film with Al Pacino, Jaime Foxx, Dennis Quaid and Canmen Diaz. Stone withholds his denouncement until the credits, and I hung in for the list of the many, many songs used in the movie. At the very end of the title song (written by Jaime Foxx) came "Over the whole world they are coming -- The buffalo are coming, the buffalo are coming."

The Buffalo Chip Design Team and the Water Tower Theatre could not have had a more auspiscious debut!

Tower Logo from Suds

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Black Hills - Brown Buffalo




Since I have barely read any blogs, I hardly feel qualified to create my own. But we are now embarked on a year long adventure before I return to teaching Fall 2010 (does that ever have a lovely sound!), I thought I would give this a shot.

Annie is designing two shows in South Dakota at the Black Hills Playhouse located in Custer State Park. The theatre is in its 61st year in an old CCC camp built during the depression. Her first show to open, The Sugar Bean Sisters, (Starring Marcia Wallace of Bob Newhart Show and Simpsons fame), opened last Thursday. Her second show, Suds, will open July 9. On July 10, we head back to LA for the final dash of packing the apartment by July 25. (More on that later)

The park is full of game - deer, turkeys, elk, donkeys, and very large herds of buffalo. Some of the males who were kicked out of the herd. This fellow took a liking to the camp first joining us for the first strike. Walking around a corner and being face to face to a buffalo is a bit unnerving.

A couple of days later I was distressing a costume for Annie, and the producer told me I'd better look up. Our friend was back giving the me the once over .

On the road to Hot Springs, we passed a herd ROAMING on one side of the road and antelope PLAYING on the opposite side. Had there only been DEER, I would have had the perfect picture!

Cheers!

b