RICKMAN'S STORE AND THEATER THAN CAN BE DONE ANYWHERE!

Folks, what you are looking at is the interior of Rickman's Store, which is a century-old country store in Macon County, N. C. that has been preserved by the Tennessee Conservancy. Everything in the store is much as it was almost a century ago when the local residents bought everything from clothes, food, hardware and candy here. Last Saturday, it was the site of the play, "Prince of Dark Corners." Rickman's Store managers simply carried in chairs, covered the windows and left Steve Brady and his able assistants (his son and daughter) to work their magic. By turn, Rickman's Store became a jail cell in Asheville and the front porch of Lewis Redmond's home in 1906. I am an advocate for this kind of grassroots theater. I guess it is theater reduced to its simplest form: an empty space and a character-driven story of an Appalachian outlaw. (Please click on the photo!)

THE LIARS' BENCH FOR AUGUST 7TH AT CITY LIGHTS

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LAST WEEK'S PERFORMANCES

Well, Kind Hearts, it is over, and I am glad. It is always a nice ego trip to see my plays on the stage, and Elizabeth Westall was wonderful, as always. However, the production of these two plays were accompanied with a considerable amount of frustration. I think that I will retire to the porch now and try to focus on mini-dramas: the redbird wars, my chickens (two hens and two roosters - "segregated," of course), my annual war with the groundhogs who eat my sugar peas. Perhaps it is time to think about tomatoes and a few rows of corn. I would like to have one of those Egyptian "walking onions" this year! I'm hoping to doze off on the deck with a novel in my lap and I want to spend a lot of quality time with Jack, the jack russell and Booger, the quare cat. I'm not going out "there" much, as it has lost much of its charm. Maybe breakfast and brunch with my friends in Sylva, a trip to Asheville with Neal Hutcheson on the 27th and a Nance Dude program at the Haywood County public library on the 30th. That is enough of the world out "there." I don't know how permanent my attitude is .....let's wait and see. In the meantime, I have cancelled my phone service as well as my Verizon link to the internet. Can't pay the bill. I will go to the library each day and check my mail.....and maybe visit my blog.

POSTER FOR "BIRDELL" AND "NANCE DUDE" AT WCU

I COULDN'T STAND IT, SO I GOT THE LOCAL PHOTOGRAPHER TO GIVE ME A COPY OF THE POSTER FOR MY PLAYS AT WCU THAT I COULD POST ON THIS BLOG..... AND HERE IT IS! CLICK ON THE PHOTOGRAPH FOR A FANTASTIC ENLARGEMENT.

MY PLAYS AND THE DUBIOUS STATE OF APPALACHIAN DRAMA

I didn't set out to become a playwright; in fact, I would have been content to be an ardent fan of other people's theater. The first play I ever saw was in the 40's when some of Prof. Fred Koch's students down at Chapel Hill ventured into my region with some homemade sets in the back of an old truck for the purpose of "bringing the arts to the backwoods." I was among an audience of about one hundred mountain kids who sat gape-mouthed in a dark auditorium at Sylva Elementary and watched a group of travelers find the mysterious kingdom of Shangrila. The only memory that I retain now is the final scene in which the villagers waved at the departing plane that flew low over Shangrila, filling our little auditorium with the roar of its engines. Afterwards, I went back stage, amazed to see the village being dismantled (it was cardboard) and loaded on the truck. I asked about the plane, and a smiling young man showed me a piece of cardboard and a big electric fan. When he plugged the fan in and stuck the cardboard into the spinning blades, I again heard the roar of the plane as it dipped in farewell over the village of Shangrila. At that moment, I became a devoted fan of theater - an art that could transform a musty old room into an exotic realm filled with prophets, kings and airplanes.

When I was a teenager, I found myself backstage at "Unto These Hills" on a Saturday night where the cast of the outdoor drama were participating in "Canteen Night." I guess it was a party of sorts and the place was filled with music, illicit beer and "impromptu theater." On this particular night, the actors were producing a strange play called "Theater of the Soul" and when the curtain opened, I saw three actors sitting in bizarre chairs. I discovered that the action was taking place "inside a human heart" and two large drums (temponi) backstage mimicked the beat of the heart. Red crepe streamers that radiated from the ceiling were "nerves" and when the actors touched them, the heart beat faster. A telephone rested on a broken Greek column in the center stage and the actors could communicate with the brain by talking on the phone which also affected the heart's rhythm. The actors were called Reason, Emotion and The Eternal Self (who slept throughout the play). As I watched the actors argue and fight, wrecking the scenery and plunging the stage into darkness, I found that I had once more been transported - this time, to the interior of a human heart! My God! I remember that my friends at the Cherokee Canteen were not particularly impressed, but I was in a kind of religious stupor for hours. The next day, I rededicated myself to the theater and decided to go to college and become... a drama major.

My grandfather had his doubts about my going to college, and when he learned that I was interested in theater and the arts, he was alarmed. Over the next four years, he would repeatedly suggest that I change my major. "Be a bookkeeper," he said. "You wear a white shirt and sit in an office with a fountain pen in your hand. I'm not even sure that there are jobs for people who do that theater stuff." The college shared his viewpoint. "It is advisable to combine your interest in theater with something more .... realistic ... like teaching. I did that.

For thirty years, I taught English, speech and drama in high schools and colleges. I also directed in colleges and community theaters. I loved every minute of it and would have been content to teach/direct for the rest of my life. However, when I began to lose my hearing, I discovered that I could neither direct or act. I guess there was a bit of desperation in my decision to try to write a play. At least, it would maintain a connection with the theater. Because of my deafness, I gave up teaching and became a storyteller - an ideal profession for a playwright.

My first play was "The Uktena," a strange mime/ritual based on a Cherokee legend. It had a large cast, bizarre sets, complicated lighting and sound effects. I was lucky to finally get it produced in Atlanta at Horizon, and eventually, it was brought to the Cherokee High School.
Then, I did "The Raindrop Waltz" which began as a one-act and ended up as a two-act. It has been produced more than any play I have written (over 300 times). Next came "Land's End" which consisted of three dramatic monologues: "Nance Dude," "Jesse Racer" and "Coy." I soon discovered that "Nance Dude" had a life of its own and has been produced throughout this region with the actress, Elizabeth Westall in the title role. Next came "Birdell," another dramatic monologue that has ties to local history (Fontana Dam, the destruction of Hazel Creek, TVA, etc.) An actress named Bobbie Lee Curtis has been performing the title role for the past three years. "The Prince of Dark Corners" was an ordeal. Another dramatic monologue, it attracted the attention of a filmmaker, Neal Hutcheson and ended up on PBS as a film. The actor, Milton Higgins has attracted considerable attention for his portrayal of Major Lewis Redmond, the outlaw. At present, I am working on a dramatic monologue based on the life of Mother Jones and I am optimistic about its future.

Now, let me get to the point of this post. Folks, it is lonely being a playwright in western North Carolina. Now, I don't want to sound like I'm whining, but I'm looking for someone to talk to, especially another playwright. I guess it would be asking for too much to qualify that by saying that I'm eager to talk to another Appalachian playwright who writes about Appalachia. Now, I know a few playwrights who aspire to be Neil Simon clones and they are writing plays that are set in a New York apartment, or maybe a sidewalk cafe in Paris. That don't cut it. I'm looking to converse with a dramatist who sets his plays in the mountains and even has characters who talk in genuine mountain speech about mountain issues and dilemmas. Okay, I'm asking for too much, so let me compromise. I'll settle for someone who is interested in Appalachian drama, and just possibly might be interested in arranging for a production of one of my plays or .....at least seeing one. Hello? Anyone there?

THE RAINDROP WALTZ

My play, "The Raindrop Waltz" has been staged over 300 times in the last twenty year, but I believe this is my favorite poster. The Highlands Performing Arts Center did a lavish production in the fall of 2008 and when I saw the moving cloudsk, the complex lighting and the marvelous cabin, I thought about all of the modest and downright primitive sets that had been constructed over the years: The Kudzu Players,the "green door" in Asheville, the Stone Mountain Arts Station outside Atlanta, Asheville Community Theater(ACT), The Instant Theater in Highlands, the Red Barn in Key West, the Pewter Plough in San Luis Obispo, California, the Atlantic Experimental Theater in Jacksonville, Florida, the Niggli Theater at Western Carolina Theater, the Foothills Theater,the Parkway Playhouse in Burnsville, The Storefront Theater in Waxmaw, Smoky Mountain Community Theater, etc.

"The Raindrop Waltz" began as a one-act and gradually acquired enough expansion to become a full-length play. Essentially, the story is autobiographical and focuses on my father's murder, my mother's decision to leave me (age 2) with my paternal grandparents and my grandmother's struggle to stay out of the nursing home. Basically, it is merely a series of anecdotes that I heard from my family as I was growing up. I took some liberties with the truth, I guess, but generally, my family probably comes off better than they deserve (including me). Like Tennessee Williams once said about the difference between dramatic action and "reality," the play is often what "should have happened" or what "could have happened."

I think the major reason this is such a popular play in this region is because there are few domestic tragedies in Appalachia that are more devastating to a family than the old "county home" or "nursing home" issue. My grandmother's struggle to stay out of the nursing home resonates in thousands of homes in this region.