photo by cameron wittig

Some things are hard to grasp

Some things are hard to grasp. It’s taken me a while to realize this. As a rule, I walk through the world with the belief that whatever it is, I can understand it. I like this arrogance – it is challenging and comforting, and most of the time it is accurate. But despite frequent accuracy, it turns out that arrogance is arrogance, and, as much as it can push capacity, it can also obscure the truth. And the truth is that there are some things that I fail to understand, even as I experience them.

Art, Anger, and the Choreography of Protest

Over the past few months I’ve been thinking a lot about anger and the place of art and activism. I was feeling feeling angry and tired and demoralized. No big surprise. (See Mike Brown. See Eric Garner. See the list of names that haven’t been as publicized. See the non-indictment of police officers in the murders of black, brown and indigenous people. See America.) I feel the kind of frustration that comes from still having hope but not having belief. The stagnation of anger without action, and the sense that action will not amount to anything.
 

Retreat!

Mad King Thomas had our first post-mortem face-to-face meeting!  Google Hangouts has been surprisingly effective, but there's nothing like actual face time.  
 
We went to Hollywood, Joshua Tree National Park, Venice Beach, and the Salton Sea (the new setting for Welcome to the Shattering World). 
Well, one of us was glamorous, anyway.

Rehearsal report: a question.

Monica assigned us, about a month ago, something she had done in her Power, Privilege and Oppression class (What a class title!)
 
The task, as summarized by me: Find your resistance. Who, if they walked into your life tomorrow, would you struggle to serve to the best of your abilities, more or less because of groundless (and perhaps unintentional) bias on your own part? Is there a group of people who you just don't react well to? What three steps can you take to reduce your resistance to that group?
 

This may mean nothing to you, but I will share it anyway.

We're back in rehearsal, you guys. Monica's the boss! When we were planning out this weird year of experimental long-distance-choreography, we thought: we'll let the person who has the biggest life change lead rehearsals! They'll be able to make it suit them!

It turns out that big life changes are a little hard to recover from. We started a month late, but we're here and in action (right in the middle of my own Big Life Change).

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). 

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