Sudden St.

Would-Be Tennessee

Okay, so I did actually hear back from the Soho Theatre in London.
They're not taking my play, Where the Axe Falls. But they were pretty damn good about it. In fact, it's the best rejection I've ever received, including the one where the guy told me he couldn't publish me after all, because his wife left him and he no longer had enough money to run the magazine.

Here's some of what Soho had to say (about the first play I've ever written). Maybe this will be interesting to any other would-be playwrights.

Very Big Shoe

Last night I saw Swearing At Motorists, at Emo's. It was good. Nothing happened of any literary importance. At least not for me. But I took some o.k. pictures.  Which is rare. I'm not usually such a camera fag. Thus the post.

Okay, I know they're in disarray, but this is the break-down:
Flipped Bird: Davis
Hot Stuff, Two Candles: My Lovely Wife, Carolynn
Lights Going Up: True Blue Tattoo
Two Ugly Guys: Josh & J.D. (of Bearded Lady fame)
Dayton, OH: Dave
Two Guys with Six Hands: Dave & Joseph at Merch Table
The Photograph That Looks Like A Combination of My Back Porch and an Interpol Album Cover: My Back Porch, Actually

Where the Axe Falls

This is what I need: a literary agent, preferably in NYC, who will read my play.

And then I want to get so successful, I never have to talk to anybody again, and can live the rest of my life popping barbiturates like they're skittles while making surprise appearances at junior college playhouses with my ubiquitous cocker spaniel whom everyone thinks is named 'Scratch' yet I only ever call "Jerome".

But seriously, if you know of an agent, let me know. I hate cold-calling and the suicide-on-layaway that is the game of unsolicited transom-tossing.

And I think it's a good play. I sent it to four theatres in London: Soho, Hampstead, Royal Court, and Out of Joint. All except Soho sent surprising and kind notices that they've received my manuscript (virtually unheard of in fiction-land), but Soho has the most welcoming submission process anyway. So, no rejections yet. We shall see.

And, because it's literally around the corner from my house, I dropped off a copy at the Vortex Theatre on Manor. No word yet there, either.

I may have gotten a C+ in chemical physiology, but even I know that if you hold your breath for too long, you'll die.  ....Or you'll pass out and fall down and your body will take over and breathe for you. But this might make you pee yourself.