One of the beautiful things about theater is the relationships you form.
In some cases, those relationships last a lifetime. I'm married to my costar from a community theater production of The Crucible. One of my best friends in the world I met in a high school speech class.
And then there are the people who make their entrances and exits, as ephemeral as theater itself. Their lives go on, your life goes on, but you may never again share the same breathing space. And yet, given the peculiarities of what we do, we still feel connected by gossamer strings.
For instance, I haven't been in the same room with my fellow Ozarks alum Brian in over a decade, but he's chummy with a whole bunch of folks who were in the theater company I cofounded in North Hollywood. I also know for a fact that the next time I see Brian--and you never know when paths may cross in this crazy world--we will fall into the same rhythms we shared in the Seay Theatre green room.
It's strange, looking over my friends on Facebook, how many of them I share a single resume line with. A single show. And yet we continue to interact, staying up on each other's lives, celebrating each others successes, mourning each other's losses.
There have been two such losses recently that have made me a bit introspective.
The first is Werner Trieschmann. I knew Werner as a playwright, but he was, of course, so much more. He led Critics Institute at our statewide American College Theater Festival (ACTF), and was the first person outside my circle of friends to read and give notes on my writing.
"OK, Those are my notes," he wrote. "I hope they have helped you. However, I would remind you that these are just observations. Writers have to write and follow their own wanderlust. This is a unique and interesting work. You have great promise. Write more. Produce it. Send it out."
That meant the world to a 20 year-old living in Clarksville, Arkansas. Especially coming from an Arkansas playwright whose work I idolized. I did write more, I did produce it, and I did send it out.
The second is Robert Machray Ward. I met Robert through Paul Storiale. Paul was managing The Sherry and Whitmore-Lindley, in addition to writing and producing his own stuff, including his very successful play, The Columbine Project. I was feeling a bit lost, on the cusp of walking away from the theater I started. Paul suggested I get out and get to know the LA theater scene by becoming a reviewer.
I joined Bob's stable of reviewers in 2010, and did indeed get to know the LA theater scene. For the first time in a while, I felt excited by the prospect of live theater, and reviewing shows produced by Sacred Fools, Theater West, Santa Monica Playhouse, and so many others made my decision to leave my own company a whole lot easier.
If you dig deep into the archives of Mad Theatrics (and I don't really recommend doing so) you will see a shift around the time I started reviewing for Bob. My writing shifted away from Jeremiads about how things went wrong at the old company and toward what was going right at under-99 seat theaters across LA.
I owe both Werner and Bob a debt of gratitude. They brought out the best in me, despite our brief encounters.