photo by cameron wittig

Announcing the plan for the rest of our lives

FIrst let me say this: Rumors of our death have been greatly exaggerated. Not only are we NOT dying, we are planning all kinds of excellent activities during our time apart. 

In case you haven't heard the news:

Monica is moving to Boston to learn about dance/movement therapy; I'm moving to LA to learn about palm trees and radical pedestrianism; Theresa is moving to South Minneapolis to learn about pond ownership.  

The King is Dead! Long Live the King!

Well, word is getting out and the rumors are starting to fly: “Mad King Thomas is breaking up.” “Mad King Thomas is over.” “Mad King Thomas has died.”

House shows.

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts..."
-Some guy
We're doing a show in houses. It's a show about life, family, home, dying, and all the other things. It's not about blond hair or sparkles, except when it occasionally is.
 

The Narrator is Suspect - an immersive performance experience

Mad King Thomas presents their newest dance: 

The Narrator is Suspect

an immersive home performance

Over the past year and a half, Mad King Thomas has traveled to each of the places they grew up (and then some) on a quest to find out how they became who they are, to experience the culture that shaped them, and, like an awkward boyfriend, to meet the families they grew up in. In the resulting show,  Mad King Thomas leads you through a house sharing stories, lies, semi-religious episodes and decidedly secular cake. 

Going home.

It feels great to hear good news about one grant application the same day you submit another. Mad King Thomas has received money from the Jerome Foundation to finish our latest endeavor, the Home Project (but wipe that from your mind, it is a stupid title and not long for this world).

We went to Albuquerque, NM last fall (my home town). Cody, WY this summer (Theresa's stomping grounds). And we just got back from Great Barrington, Massachusetts (Monica's childhood setting). 

Miami, here we come!

Friends! We are going to Miami, and we are looking for housing! We are so super flexible but we are not so super rich. So, we're putting our flexibility to work and hoping you can help us. 

If you know someone in Miami, we'd super appreciate if you could pass along this information.  We won't infect their home with glitter (unless they want us to)! 

What we’re looking for: 

A place in Miami to call home for October 18 through November 10.

A Lightsey Darst Fan Post, or, WE NEED MORE AWESOME DANCE WRITERS!

Dear Dance Community:

Have you heard? LIGHTSEY DARST HAS LEFT MINNEAPOLIS. And by left, I mean, moved away, packed up and gone, high-tailed it out of here, vamoosed, shaboomed, no longer at this address, goodbye, adios, hasta la vista baby, doesn’t live here anymore.

Commence crying.

Business Time!

So now that Mad King Thomas is done (not really) with the telephone dances, (and by 'not really' I mean, the exhibit has been taken down, but we still have about a half a zillion phone calls to return), you may be asking yourself (and by 'you' I mean all of the internet, and by 'yourself' I mean the series of tubes that make up the Internet), "HOLY CRAP GUYS, WHAT IS NEXT????"

Dancing on the phone, or near the phone, or...over the phone?

Because I can't stop myself from explaining where we've been: I haven't been blogging for Mad King Thomas because I'm not sure what is happening with Mad King Thomas. We have been working on this crazy phone dance experiment for many months now and the fact is we don't (I don't) know what to say about it. We have gotten ourselves in deep, this time--a lot of work to do, not a lot of consensus on what it will be. We've made dozens of tiny dances and only about four of them have been any good.

The internet provides.

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