Tabling the Issue

when i woke up this morning
i was confronted with the news that although we’d make a boatload of money touring, i wouldn’t be able to buy that table at crate and barrel because the album was released to the internet
i won’t make as much $$$
and that will break my heart
it will break john frusciante’s heart
it will break anthony kiedis’s heart
and it will break the heart of chad smith
we all wanted a nice table to set the bong on
and now we can’t
because you downloaded it
yes, we worked for seven years hoping that we could buy that table at crate and barrel
i have wanted this table for seven years
can you blame me for crying?
it is a painful pill to swallow
not having this table
we have released tracks in crappy itunes format
but let me bitch to you about how bad it will sound
and how i will not be able to buy my table

yes, you have prevented the red hot chilli peppers from buying a new table
how can you live with yourself?
who was the idiot who prevented me from buying my precious table?

i am sad for i will have to use the ikea table for another two years
what if i have a heart attack?
what if anthony kiedis has a heart attack?
the crate and barrel table was good for us
if we fell on it while having a heart attack
it would cushion us a bit more

please see us live three times

sincerely,

flea

The Prisoner Redux

It seems that Christopher Eccleston, perhaps one of the best things about the Doctor Who revival (before his acrimonious exit), may be in line to play Number 6 in an upcoming revival of The Prisoner. The original series is, for my money, one of the finest series ever produced for television. It’s unknown whether Patrick McGoohan will have any involvement, but Eccleston’s intensity, I’m sure, will serve well. Let’s just hope the scripts and the execution are in the right place.

Can There Be a John Osborne Today?

Next Monday is the 50th anniversary of the opening of John Osborne’s Look Back in Anger. And a new Osborne bio is just out. But is Osborne’s seminal play, with its kitchen sink realism and its Angry Young Man archetype, as influential as people made it out to be at the time? I would argue yes, with the stipulation that if Osborne had not come along, someone else would have. Theatre was intended to break out of its decorum at some point and Osborne’s work, even if you view it as one-note, certainly fits the bill, paving the way for later work by David Mamet, Edward Albee, David Storey, Harold Pinter and David Hare (the latter, incidentally, is one of Osborne’s great champions).

The question of whether Osborne is a seminal figure or not has me wondering whether theatre is still something of a troubled medium. I’ve remarked upon this before, but, here in San Francisco, I find it particularly disheartening to see a lot of theatre people catering to audiences, resorting to staged adaptations of films (Evil Dead Live) and even television (the Dark Room’s Twilight Zone productions) to get young people into the seats.

What this suggests to me is that something which confronts will be either viewed as bad performance art (and let’s face it: much of it is) or it will be ignored by audiences looking for some comfort zone: essentially, a reproduction of something that can be seen on their televisions at home. Because of this, I wonder if an Albee or an Osborne is even possible outside of New York. Then again, perhaps not. When the top Broadway draws are The Producers, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and Spamalot, what hope is there for the next wave of brash young playwrights who hope to present original material?

It’s a troubling thing to think about fifty years after Osborne stirred the stage and I hope theatre, in all of its many venues, stumbles upon an answer.