Stories – Page 4 – David LeBarron

23 Apr

Maybe it's because I'm so tall? And dramatic (see photo). I'm always wondering why I write such long pieces. I wow'd myself earlier this year when I finally finished No Room For Shakespeare and it ran 45 minutes! I was like I DID IT!!!! But that play is like a little aria, a ditty, a moment, or 45 moments, the length IS the play ya know? History of Drag simply needs to be 90 minutes. And I love it. Tried to change it. Didn't work. Oh well. Still love it.BUT it seems the next piece/s I'm being called to do are both LOOOONNGG ass pieces as well. One Zucchini I have just outlined, It's sort of spastic and wonderful....

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30 Nov

Spelling November

by David LeBarron

Achilles, performance, Stories, theatre

Ain’t gonna lie: I am only making time to post because it’s the last day of November and I try to do that once a month thingy… A LOT has been happening. So Achilles, remember that drunken night when you and your buds were like “it’d be so cool…” and now you’re like CRAP it’s 6 weeks away and I have to design an entire show. Not to worry, anal retentive super organizer DLB is on it! We actually have set this time, sort of, we have banners 🙂 and of course the costumes are looking super cool! MAUI FRINGE HERE WE COME!!!!

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6 Jan

Curiosity and Hecuba Shoehorn

by David LeBarron

monologues, Stories, storytelling

I woke up in the middle of the night a few weeks ago and wrote this. I think it’s super cute. Maybe I’ll get an actress friend to do it as a VO??

Curiosity and Hecuba Shoehorn

Hecuba Shoehorn, my neighbor, is always getting into the worst sort of trouble! I typically don’t bother with her much. Since the incident with the lemon tree we remain friends but not as close. Yet, as I heard her making quite a lot of noise the other evening, as she was carrying things back and forth from her house to the woods, I decided to investigate. Curiosity got the better of me, as it almost never does, and I ventured down the path to the woods. I found her having lit 5 torches in a circle of 3 paces in which were stacked quite a lot of men’s boots. This concerned me. Boot burning is banned, as you know, and with the number of elves present I was too concerned that perhaps some darker mischief was at hand. Though I am not sure it gets much darker than boot burning. Hecuba is always getting into trouble. She is not directly responsible for the 70s gas hike, but is for incorrect milk dates and of course summer being used as a verb.

I cleared my throat to announce myself and Mrs. Shoehorn was delighted for my assistance. I was unaware I had offered assistance. Oh no I thought she’s got me in some muck again! Hecuba was transferring these some 22 boots to a friend of her in France. “Why dear?” I asked. “Well” she replied, “I need some of that.. that..that…”

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25 Oct

Celebrating the thin times with a little Goddess art

by David LeBarron

Stories, storytelling, theatre

Last night I got the chance to do a few of my favorite things: be on stage, tell a cool story and praise the Goddess! I was asked to do a witchy Halloween piece for Planet Queer. I had done a really cool May Day piece a few years ago with them and said yes. Hmm but what to do? Many ideas ran through my mind’s eye. I remembered a book I worked on a while ago that told the, for lack of argument, Wiccan Sabbats as a long story between She and He. I always liked the Samhain one. I loosely based it on Inanna and others’ descent into the Underworld. In mine, She goes to retrieve Her lover and faces Death to get him back.

I ended up with 2 really cool twists. 1) Having been spending time with Santa Muerte I had to change the nature of Death I had used years ago. So instead of 1 Goddess She meets 3. Coz ya know 3 is cool 🙂 She meets Dead as Atropos. Then She meets Santa Muerte as Holy Death. I really struggled with the third. I finally realized what was needed was fear. So invented a goddess-like construct, a beast, called The Dying. 2) I had to change the ending. Originally Death and She fight and in the end Death stabs Her and it’s all very violent. Yuk. (Which is one reason I never wanted to finish the piece.) I got inspired to tell the story the way I feel it could happen. Instead, I had the Goddesses fight and then forgive. They end up kissing and lie down together and create life out of beauty.

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4 Jan