sleep-nevermore said: What was your first SNM show like?

My first SNM was the “opening night” on March 7, 2011. I went because my best friend had two comps from our friend John who was the house manager. All he told me was “we’re going to chase dancers around a warehouse for a couple hours,” which was not immediately compelling to circa-2011 me, like it would be to contemporary me. So I wasn’t actually all that excited to go. Got there, got a 4 card from John, and went in. Manderley wasn’t much back then, they had three pre-mixed drinks and were cash-only. 

I remember being let out on what I now know is the third floor, and spending the first hour just slowly picking through the set, not really getting it. I eventually figured out the show was looping, and thought that was pretty cool. I recall having a very hard time identifying characters.

At some point, though, I realized following performers was probably the thing to do, and got on the trail of Macduff. It was Luke Murphy, so I was probably using the immersive theater rule of “follow the one you think is the most attractive” without even realizing it. Chased him down a hall and he went into a dark room. Then the door was shut in my face, and locked. Well, fortunately I knew about the looping by that point so the next hour was spent breathlessly chasing him, keeping as close as possible, desperate to get into that room the next time and see what I then learned was the Interrogation. My heart was racing, it was the most amazing thing I’d experienced. There was secret stuff happening all around me. 

On the way out John asked if we’d gotten any 1:1s. “What’s a 1:1?” we both asked, and he started to describe the Porter 1:1. For the next hour we wandered Chelsea trying to make sense of what we’d just experienced. When I got home I immediately booked another ticket since the run was “six weeks only.” I didn’t sleep at all that night. The next day at work I was piecing together the soundtrack. Completely hooked.

my weird clown dream #2

franceskoncan:

scorchedthesnake and i were inexplicably at a football game. suddenly, on the field, we see a sinister clown waving at us. it is paul zivkovich, dressed as twisty the clown, and he is holding gardening shears.

i immediately get up to prepare to run away like a sane person would, while STS stays…

Yup.

Saturday, October 8.

theater-bang-bang:

It makes me really excited that old school folks like yourself can still find joy within the walls of the hotel. Even though the crowds are most likely more obnoxious and tactless, in a lot of instances that just means 1 on 1 attention for those in the know, right?

I experience it as a very unexpected, pleasant surprise. Sometimes you think you’re done with a place, and then one day you happen by and find your relationship to it has been reconfigured while you were away. My last four visits have all been uniquely great, and different from earlier trips. I really have to credit various MIBs and WIBs for framing a new adventure each time I stop in. 

snmsketches:

The lady in red herself.

Saturday, October 8.

You’re hurt, I said, noting the bandage on his thumb. Damaged, Julian corrected me, damaged is the word you’re looking for.

We got talking about the difference between being scared and being afraid. Scared, I offered, is statal, something happened and now you’re scared; afraid means something hasn’t happened yet but might. 

Julian said what he’s most afraid of is being hurt beyond repair. It’s fine to be hurt, it happens, some people go out of their way to get hurt, it’s a sign you’re alive. But what happens when you get hurt so bad you’d rather die?

Familiar topic in a familiar place.

Evelyn really laid it on thick outside the elevator. Leave behind your companion, she said, that means your friend, your lover, or especially, your friends. Those brave enough to do so will reap the benefits.

***

With all that in mind: off to see the Porter (Austin Goodwin), Speakeasy Barman (Tony Bordonaro), and Mrs Danvers (Zhauna Franks). Card game didn’t quite work out, but the damage was already done. Bourbon and milk don’t layer so well together.

At the top of the show, the Nurse, Fulton and Bartender were all on the mezzanine with Macbeth. Is this something new? Makes finding that gang far easier.

There was a vicious scrum around J. Fulton (Ernesto Breton) which demanded a scortching in the 2nd loop. Sorry not sorry. The beard is working well for that one. So are the elaborate spell casting rituals. 

Was it a rough crowd? Probably. Lots of men with arms around multiple women, whole packs of people sticking together. Should’ve listen to Evelyn. Julian reported a fellow told him to ‘fuck himself,’ “but why do that? I can get someone else to do that for me.”

Do I want to call it a renaissance? That’s a tacit admission that something had died off along the way. But that’s irrelevant. There’s lots of good stuff going on. Ex-TDM folks have injected some nice little touches. The casts seem like they’ve gelled. Most importantly, the performers are clearly having a lot of fun with their roles. It’s an enjoyable place to be. Carry on.

theater-bang-bang:

I believe that we have a full on addiction at this point.
1 month ago and I had never heard of the McKittrick. I had never been told that blood will have blood. I had never slow danced with another man. I never knew you could become intoxicated and addicted to the smell of an empty bar haunted by a witch in a red dress.
Our first trip to the McKittrick was on September 19th this year. Since then we have been 13 times. I have doubled. I have double doubled. I have danced with Tony probably more than with my wife in the last month. 
I have a lot I want to say about my trips to the McKittrick but we do this in secret, so I will not. Or I will try to not. I’m making this post which is like a cry for help or attention or just a call to those out there that there are now two more people that have been (however late to the party) drawn into the insanity.

theater-bang-bang:

I believe that we have a full on addiction at this point.

1 month ago and I had never heard of the McKittrick. I had never been told that blood will have blood. I had never slow danced with another man. I never knew you could become intoxicated and addicted to the smell of an empty bar haunted by a witch in a red dress.

Our first trip to the McKittrick was on September 19th this year. Since then we have been 13 times. I have doubled. I have double doubled. I have danced with Tony probably more than with my wife in the last month. 

I have a lot I want to say about my trips to the McKittrick but we do this in secret, so I will not. Or I will try to not. I’m making this post which is like a cry for help or attention or just a call to those out there that there are now two more people that have been (however late to the party) drawn into the insanity.

Halloween

So, like, what do I wear to Inferno

Just fondly remembering the old days when Sleep No More NYC was $60. It used to be a much less expensive habit to support!

My Favorite Things At Sleep No More

at this moment are EVELYN and JULIAN and JULIAN again.