A few days ago we were sitting outside at Cafe Orlin, enjoying our weekly “date lunch.” Sitting next to us were two young men talking business. Their voices threatened to drown out our quiet conversation.
As a writer, though, my ears perked up during a brief exchange that sounded like a faint, uncertain gay proposition. “Oooh, I thought. Material.”
About that time, a bicyclist had a confrontation with a car. He seemed more shaken up than injured, though his bike didn’t fare so well. Someone noticed he had dropped his cell phone in the street during the melee, and the cafe customers mustered their voices in unison to tell him.
Stories, stories, stories everywhere. In my daily East Village adventures, they jump out at me from street corners, drop down from the sky, swirl among the fallen autumn leaves. Some are funny, some are sad, all are interesting, and my creative well is filling more and more each day.
We’re always looking for good stories, and that includes those found in the theater. Having visited many times in the last several years since our daughter moved here, we have enjoyed many productions. Over time, though, I’ve grown restless with Broadway, which is forced for economic reasons to play it safe. There are always the shows that poke fun at the Broadway beast, self-conscious musicals that, like Kardashian mirror selfies, get tiresome after the first thousand or so.
Because we’re spending five months in NYC, we are looking for off-Broadway productions, good stories, works in development, the hidden gems of a city with boundless creative energy.
Our first show did not disappoint. Barbeque is a dysfunctional family drama with a big twist that’s revealed just before intermission. It begins with parallel stories of a black family and a white family having barbeques in the park. The barbeques are a subterfuge, though, with the real intention to stage interventions for a drug-addicted sister. The rest of the family members are ill-qualified to conduct the interventions, patterning them from a television show.
At first, I struggled to accept the concept of intervention as fodder for comedy. The story comes across, at first, as more sad than anything, and not funny at all. However, when the cast reveals its twist, things get interesting, and the second half amps up the volume. Our laughter is sometimes painful and often self-conscious…but we laugh nonetheless.
Barbeque, performed at The Public Theater, is quirky, strange, and fun — a worthy first outing in search of good, original work.
Mary and I were at dinner once, and there was a couple at the next table arguing. At one point, the guy says, “You’re not assimilating what I’m saying!” Still haven’t used that one.
Another time, I was at Subway behind a lady and her daughter who were arguing about the girl not wanting to visit her father that weekend. Wish I still had the notebook I scribbled that one down in, but I remember she called her dad a bald-headed perv…
Occupational hazard…
Oh, my!!!
It’s so hard not to get drawn into listening to other people’s loud conversations! Mind you, sometimes I’ll comment on something later and John hasn’t even noticed, so perhaps it’s just me.
We went to a musical on Broadway once. I was so disappointed with the theatre (can’t remember which one). I thought they’d all be really opulent, but it was quite shabby.
My husband was just annoyed with the conversation…he wasn’t paying attention to content. I was practically taking notes!!
I think for the price of tickets on Broadway, the theaters should be gold plated. So sorry you had a disappointing experience.
Wearing hearing aids I mostly miss what others say when I’m out in the world. So listening to others’ conversations can be really creative! But, you have fallen into a pot of gold, for your stories. I’m enjoying listening to your stories about your outings in NYC. ENJOY!!
We’re having so much fun! The draft blog posts are piling up. I don’t think you would have missed these guys at all. Our tables were very close together, and the one guy should act in the theater, his voice projected so well.
It’s amazing how many stories are out there. You just have to pay attention.
You’re so right. When I was younger and wanted to start writing, I wondered where I would get my ideas. Now I wonder when and how I’ll get to them all.
I am a shameless eavesdropper. I write plays, and I get my best examples of genuine dialogue from “ordinary” people. Thanks for the review of the play. I’ll check out your link. I write lots of theatre reviews, and I agree. Stages, just like Hollywood, play it safe, most of the time. But, not always. I applaud any that will take a risk on something new. Our Minneapolis Children’s Theatre does a great job of mixing the block busters (just reviewed Wizard of Oz) and new works that they commission, like Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy – one of… Read more »
Oooh, cookie!!!!
Thanks for visiting my blog. My husband writes plays, too, and it’s always a challenge to get new work presented. Nice to hear you have a local theater that takes chances on new work.