Sunday, December 16, 2012

Saturday, December 01, 2012


So if you're reading this, you know what's going on.

This is it.

Go to the indiegogo site, look us up and take us home.

Thank you.

And if you're reading this,

thank you.

This has been a place of solace, comfort and release for me for many years.

None of what any of us do is easy.

But doing it together makes it easier.

So thank you.

I will see you on the other side.



Thursday, November 15, 2012


And the Fat Bunny, too.

We've got a fight on our hands, looks like.!/events/421496267920225/

Thursday, November 01, 2012


The storm has passed.
The strangest things on this calm bright morning are the trees.
I thought I knew them, as much as I knew anything always there,
taller, stronger, older than me.
They stand silent, straight and still
like rioters facing the judge the morning after.
Blameless, innocent, just another part of the landscape
Nothing betraying the wild dance in the dark.

But I saw them.
All of them moving, swaying and writhing
In an ancient ecstasy that I could only witness
Throwing their branches up into the night sky
Waving their many arms like the front row
of the greatest rock and roll concert
the world has ever known
Screaming silently, I swear I heard them scream
Take me
Lift me up from my roots, tear me from this earth
And let me fly away with you into the wild night.

I thought I knew them
But I know now they are crazier and braver and much, much smarter
Than anything else out here

Monday, October 29, 2012

stormy monday

While the power's still on, I'm going to send out reports from the path of the hurricane.

Spitfire and I are holed up in the mountain hideaway, Dingmans Ferry, PA, 41 degrees and 13 minutes north, 74 degrees and 52 minutes west on the old latitude/longitude grid.  We're sixty-seven and a half miles northwest of Rat City, and those rats are swimming today.

We've got a sustained wind speed of around 48 mph right now and lost our first tree about 45 minutes ago.  I stepped out on the porch to get some more firewood, heard something coming from the left and looked up to see a sixty-foot maple coming down slow and gentle, whoomping softly to the earth, cradled by the top branches, the trunk never touching the ground.  If it had been born eight feet closer to the house we'd have had some real damage.  Another tree, a birch, I think, was in its path and the maple clipped the birch and brought it down too.  The birch is now resting against the back of the house, I'm looking at the branches against the window.

It's mostly just windy as hell, not a lot of rain yet.  We're stockpiled with chili, baked chicken, shepherd's pie, firewood and that Russian-type whiskey the Russians drink, the wodka.  Going to ride it out in the mountains tonight.  Worst is supposed to be around midnight, crazy rain and stronger wind just blowing through the night.

Almost certain to lose power at some point, it's all power lines running through the woods and more trees will fall before night does.  Even if it doesn't take out our lines, they have to shut down parts of the system to repair one downed line, so the odds are not in our favor.

And, needless to say, we're having the time of our lives.

I'll check back in every couple of hours if I can.

This is your on-the-scene meteorologist Scrappy Jack, reporting live from Dingbat's Junction, PA.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Thursday, October 04, 2012

I love LA. So love me back a little.

We got a banner.
So I guess it's on.
Come on down to Electric Avenue, folks.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

get stronger and sharper in a day

Pilot season's coming.

It's always coming, isn't it?

Spend Friday the 5th with me at the Electric Lodge and walk away with a solid, simple set of tools to bring into any audition anywhere for anything.

I guarantee it.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Monday, September 17, 2012

memo from the Death Star

It's pretty simple, really.

Not pretty or easy to solve, but pretty simple.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

dirty word

My first contribution to the new Clyde Fitch Report.

Are you climbing or playing well with others?

Thursday, August 30, 2012

scenes from Tampa

Here's a little cross-promotion.

Or some kind of cyber shell game.

Or something, I don't know.

This social media biz is a strange road.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

lines of flight

"There is nothing imaginary, nothing symbolic about a line of flight.  There is nothing more active than a line of flight, among animals or humans.  Even History is forced to take that route rather than proceeding by "signifying breaks".  What is escaping in a society at a given moment?  It is on lines of flight that new weapons are invented, to be turned against the heavy arms of the State. "I may be running, but I'm looking for a gun as I go" (George Jackson).  It was along lines of flight that nomads swept away everything in their path and found new weapons, leaving the Pharaoh thunderstruck.  It is possible for a single group, or a single individual even, to exhibit all the lines we have been discussing simultaneously.  But it is most frequently the case that a single group or individual functions as a line of flight; that a group or individual creates the line rather than following it, is itself the living weapon it forges rather than stealing one.  Lines of flights are realities; they are very dangerous for societies, although they can get by without them, and sometimes manage to keep them to a minimum." 
 Deleuze and Guatarri,  A Thousand Plateaus

Emphasis mine.

This is why I'm thrilled that Transient Theater exists.

And very happy that their inaugural show, The Egg Play, rocks.

Only three more shows, don't miss it.

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

nomads, transients and other fine people

Transient Theater rolls into town

It's a busy summer here at the Museum.

Glad we bought all that discount black market "Mountain Deau" back in the spring.

So here's what's next.

They open on Saturday, 7 PM at the Cherry Lane, part of some festival that goes on downtown.  Fringe?  New York Fringe Festival?  FringeNYC?  

Something like that.

I can pretty much guarantee you that you've never heard anything like this play.  And Candice and the crew are people you really want to meet.

So let's pack their opening, give them a true Rat City welcome, buy them drinks afterwards and ask them to tell us some stories from the rowdy Road.

Monday, August 06, 2012

people of philadelphia!

Your hosts Kelsey and Rachel.  And some guy.

 Go see this tomorrow.

And check out this for the whole story.

Very radical and beautiful and might just pave a Road for all of us.

Thursday, August 02, 2012

random great idea

Somebody please steal this, but let me be involved in some way.

So I'm talking with Randi Berry of wreckio ensemble, Executive Director of the LIT Fund, just hanging in our fabulous donated office space at NYFA, right in the hipster, beautiful people heart of DUMBO and we're drinking the free coffee and being all cool and righteous because the Fund launched yesterday morning and it seems like we didn't forget anything major, things are launching, as they used to say down at NASA, and we start talking about wreckio's next project.

And Randi says something like, 

"Well, we're supposed to be writing this new thing, but half of us have toddlers now and someone else just got pregnant and..."

And it hits me like a brick tossed from the back of the crowd:

Baby Theater.

You see all these kick-ass women in New York theater who have to take a couple of years off to make sure the little one doesn't climb inside the oven or try to eat a steak knife.  So, organize them and put on a production of King Lear or the Trojan Women or something where you don't have to pay royalties and cast the babies.  It's OK if they can't really talk yet, because the mothers (and fathers if they want to play) do all of the smaller roles and maybe you create a narrator character who can keep the plot moving along.

You do serious design, cool costumes and lighting and then you figure out how to incorporate their favorite toys so they stay interested.  It would be cool if the lighting designer, set designer and running crew also had to be there with their kids.

You rehearse it, not too long or they'll get bored, you perform it around 2 in the afternoon or whenever they're up from their naps and you pitch it to...right?

You pitch it to all of the other mothers who want to do something but have to be with their kids.  And you can have group crowd scenes, so if you show up with your kid, she gets to be onstage too.

Baby Theater.  
Because the Play is the Thing.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

here's the next big thing


Cool logo, right?

Now give us all of your money.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

here's the deal

Twenty bucks tonight for two tickets if you say "end of the world" at the door.

If you've been thinking of seeing the show, stop thinking and do it.

If you were planning on coming the last night, half-thinking maybe it will be sold out and ah well, you tried, don't be that guy.

Come on down and give us a decent crowd for the critics. And my Mom.

Seriously, Mom and Dad are in the house tonight.

Don't make me look lame, guys.

Info here.

See you tonight at the Big Show.

Sixty five minutes, four Horsemen, lots of great songs and cheap wine and beer.

And those two lovely ladies.

Come on, man.

It's the bargain at the end of the world.

Friday, July 13, 2012

the phantom menace II

Sometimes you hate to be right.

I just wonder what they're telling Portman out on the trail.

"Condi who?  No no no no.  She's a chick, man.  And she's got weird teeth.  It's you, baby.  Now go out there and raise some more money."

You read it here first, kids.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

we're subdividing or something like that

The Museum was getting filled up with all these political types, yammering away all night and leaving cigarette burns on all of the fine valuables so we built them their own little clubhouse.

It's over here.

So you can go and sit over there if you go for that type of foolishness.

This is a Dime Museum and a place for world-wide theatricals, damn it.

We'll leave the lying and finger-pointing to those guys.

We got Art and stuff to discuss.


Anyone see Prometheus?

Pretty cool.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

a bargain, my friends


OBIE award winning and internationally acclaimed director John Clancy  offers an intensive workshop for actors at all levels of experience interested in acquiring the tools, technique and understanding to audition effectively, creatively and enjoyably, regardless of the audition set-up or situation.
Be on both sides of the table, learn the three simple tasks all actors must perform in the audition process, and through the use of basic Laban movement technique gain the confidence to make strong, clear, fully committed physical choices and adjustments on a dime.

Four sessions, starting in June.
125.00, discounts available. 
Class size strictly limited to 12, register now to reserve your place.
Call 917.539.3153 or

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

let me help you. Let me. Help you.

The answers you need.

Because we built the one thing and are old hands at the other.

Come on, there must be a hundred of you guys out there, just got accepted to New York, wondering what you're about to do and a hundred more heading to Edinburgh with all of your dreams and very few clues.

Give us a call and we'll talk you through it.

Monday, May 14, 2012


We did it.
Thanks all who pitched in all who helped spread the word.
I'm looking at you, Tom and Elena.
The Living Theater lives.

today, not tomorrow

In about fourteen hours from the moment I type this the Living Theater will have raised 24,000 dollars and be able to to pay its rent, bring in a consultant to develop a 5-year strategic plan, and turn itself into a financially sustainable arts organization.

Or it won't and they'll close the doors at 21 Clinton Street.

They're a little less than six grand away.

Here's the link.

And think, today, that if we don't honor our own history and give to our own living institutions, we cannot be surprised or upset when others don't.

Six grand, folks.  This can be done.

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

fires and the road

I won’t be on the road with the Transient Theater this summer, but I’m very excited about the experiment and here’s why:

I’ve got a fireplace in this little cabin we have out in the Poconos.  And whenever I can convince my wife that it’s cold enough, (doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of summer, we’re in what passes for “mountain country” around here, so it can get cool even in July) I build a fire and sit in front of it and stare, tossing in logs like a madman. 

It was during one of these self-induced pyro-hypnotic states a couple of years ago that I realized a great loss, for me and for all of us, for our species; a loss we don’t even recognize, one we don’t even know has lessened us.

Ever since we were us, we’ve stared into the fire, alone and shivering or together and feasting; fire and language (and also the ability and willingness to pick up a stick and smack the shit out of that other guy) are some of the very basic things that make us us.  When you watch a fire you’ve built, you watch a living thing dance in front of you, you watch it feed and lick the wood, you watch it collapse, die, roar back up to life. You can see a show you’re working on, a project  you’re about to begin, a political campaign, just about anything.  You can see civilizations rise and sputter if you look, not close enough, but without any hard focus.

You can learn a lot staring into a fire.

In much the same way, the modern theater artist has lost something important she doesn’t even know she used to need.

Up until quite recently, theater was a mobile enterprise.  You couldn’t just sit around the same town square doing the same damned show day after day. People would start throwing things at you or worse.  So the jongleurs, the bouffons, the jugglers and troupes would be on the road every morning, literally walking down some road that snaked or crawled between two towns, rehearsing new bits, congratulating each other on yesterday’s performance all the while keeping an eye out for highwaymen or worse, the Law.

This isn’t some romantic hokum, this is how it used to be and how it always was up until the moment patronage got involved in Western theater.  And even then, after some duke had built you a theater or more often just granted you the right to perform in his banquet room, you still made your money out on the road. 

 And just like the old simplicity of staring into a fire, you can learn a lot being out on the road.

Most important to the craft, the show gets better, stronger, leaner and sharper.  Forced to adjust the performance to different playing areas, the players are much more aware of the physical reality of the performance each time, they are paying more attention to the crowd and each other than they will when they are comfortable and taking the space for granted.  Different playing areas keep the show alive and electric in a way that it is impossible to replicate in a fixed location.

The other thing the road clarifies is the implicit agreement and relationship between the player and the town, which is a way of saying the contract between the artist and society.

On the road, you’re a stranger, again, a visitor bringing something new to the place.  You’re back in the Marketplace, out of the dreaded, deadening Temple of Art, that place where parishioners nap and you dutifully recite the words, hoping to connect again with the Old Magic.  You’re in the rough and rolling world again, peddling your wares. And yes, your wares may be made of dreams and sweat and spit and magic, but the relationship is the ancient, universally understood  transaction: give me your time and your coin and I’ll make it worth your while.  And to take the time and coins of strangers and have them applaud and smile at the end is the only reward any player, ever, is really looking for.

And having spent some time on the road, I can tell you that the best thing about it is the hilarious, very adolescent feeling you have of Getting Away with Something.  You’re traveling around, dropping into a place, doing your show for strangers, gone the next day, off to the next place.  When you tell a shopkeeper or a hotel clerk or someone at the bus stop what you’re doing:

“We’ve got a show, we’re on tour, we’re playing tonight down at the…”

they invariably nod, impressed, interested, like you’re some kind of exotic animal, like you’re the Rolling Stones.  They’ve never heard of you, they’re not coming to the show, you’ll never see them again, but in that moment you get this completely unearned but absolutely genuine respect from another human.  

And all because you were crazy enough to go out on the road.  

Simple things, fires and the road.  But it’s concentrating on and appreciating the very simple things that keeps you honest and focused on what’s important.

I won’t be on the road with the Transient Theater crew, not this time anyway. I’ll be home staring into a fire, even if it’s the dog days of August, but I’m very excited about the experiment and I can’t wait to greet them in New York.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

An Open Letter to New York City

April 29, 2012


We’d like to report a crime in progress.

In 2012, Judith Malina lives under the threat of eviction from her apartment and her theater on Clinton Street.

In 1947, she co-founded the Living Theater with Julian Beck and it remains the oldest experimental political theater in the United States and is arguably the only American political theater recognized throughout the world.

65 years later, Judith Malina does not know where she will be sleeping next week. 

In 1959, Malina’s production of Jack Gelber’s The Connection, designed by Beck, opened in New York.  The company had already been among the first American theaters to present Brecht, Cocteau, T.S. Eliot and Gertrude Stein, but The Connection was a break-through event.  It was controversial, depicting drug addiction in a realistic, unromantic light and was honored with three Obie awards and the Vernon Rice (now the Drama Desk) Award for Gelber.  The Living Theater went on to perform the play 722 times around the world and the play has been translated into five languages.

53 years later, Judith Malina wonders if tomorrow will be the last time she showers at home for a while.

In 1963, Judith and Julian were convicted of contempt of court due to tax problems and received a suspended five year sentence.  The charges were later proved to be false.  They left New York and began a five-year European tour of creation and discovery which culminated in their production of Paradise Now, described at the time by Stefan Brecht in The Drama Review as “in content and form outside the social system- not structured by it nor, except as outlet, implementing it: liberated territory.” 

49 years later, the papers are prepared, the lawyers paid and the marshals are just waiting for the go-ahead.  The property at 21 Clinton Street, in the heart of the Lower East Side, the cradle and cauldron of both alternative theater and political activism in New York City, will be cleared of Malina’s possession and presence and it will be available for a new cafĂ©/wine bar/organic bakery entrepreneur to set up shop and join the bustling businesses lining the block.

In 1971 the Living Theater toured Brazil, playing mostly on the street.  The company members were arrested, charged with suspected revolutionary activity and imprisoned for several months before being deported and sent back home. Personal letters from Mayor John Lindsay, Marlon Brando, John Lennon, Yoko Ono and Jean Paul Sartre were undoubtedly helpful in securing their release and repatriation.  Throughout the 70s the company toured the U.S., taught countless workshops, created new work and inspired the creation of such companies as the Open Theater, the Bread and Puppet Theater and the Wooster Group.

This morning, Judith has to consider if she should buy any frozen food at the store, since there’s a high probability she won’t have access to a freezer during the period of her actual eviction and what’s the point in wasting a perfectly good package of spinach?   

In 1985 Julian Beck died and Judith buried her husband and partner of forty years and continued to run the company. In 1989 she received her sixth Obie Award, a small grant in recognition of the company’s legacy and influence on American theater.  In 2008 she received the Artistic Achievement Award from the New York Innovative Theater Foundation.  In 2009 she received the Edwin Booth Award from the City University of New York, and two months ago her new play History of the World was greeted with universally respectful and positive reviews in the New York press, over half a century after some of the same papers praised her production of The Connection

And after 65 years of work, recognition, controversy, mistakes, triumphs, obstacles, resistance, lessons learned, friends made and lost, and always an unquestioned commitment to living her principles on the stage and off, Judith Malina is going to be evicted.

Imagine, for a moment, if Pablo Picasso were being evicted from his studio in Paris.  How would the painters and art world of France respond?

Imagine if Bertolt Brecht were being evicted from his apartment in Berlin.  Would the theater world or the wider cultural world or the city of Berlin allow this? 

There is no crime in a landlord charging a high rent in a desirable neighborhood.  There is no crime in removing a tenant who has fallen behind on that rent.  It does not matter if that tenant is 85 years old, suffers from emphysema and has contributed a literally incalculable amount of value and worth to the city’s cultural life. Capitalism is a cruel, strange, beautiful belief system, but it is not a crime.

That is not the crime we’d like to report.

The crime is that we are doing nothing to help Judith or the Living Theater. 

The crime we are all about to be charged with is one of the worst you can commit: willful negligence; failure to respect and support an elder, failure to support our family

Folks, it is not a crime we are willing to be charged with, let alone commit.

This is not something we want on our conscience, not now and certainly not in the highly unlikely outcome that we are blessed to work in the New York and world theater for forty-five more years only to find ourselves in Judith’s situation: back home where it all began, a shelf of awards gathering dust on a shelf, stacks of glowing, yellowing reviews in a box in the corner and wondering how to carry it all downstairs when the hard-working, impersonal fellow citizens in uniform knock on the door and tell us we have to leave, now. 

We have no money to give to Judith or the Living Theater.  We honestly don’t know how we can help.  But we’re going to ask and we’re going to figure it out and we’re asking every single one of you to do the same.

And since this is an open letter to New York City, we address our leader directly and ask him directly for his intervention.  

Mayor Bloomberg, you are a known supporter of the arts and a very, very rich man.  We ask you to personally end Judith and the Living Theater’s financial ordeal.  Allow this women who came to our city in 1929 at the age of 3; this immigrant, who like all of the immigrants, built this city; this New Yorker who stands as an exemplar of risk, conscience and commitment; allow her to spend the end of her life working, teaching and inspiring, not packing, worrying and wondering where the night will find her tomorrow.  You can stop reading this sentence and make a phone call, your Honor, and this shameful chapter of the history of the Living Theater and the life of the New York theater will end.

If his Honor does not help, and even if he does, we all must.  Not just for Judith and the Living Theater, but for our own honor.

Call the Living Theater.  Ask how you can help.  It’s not too late to get clean and do the right thing. 

John Clancy
Nancy Walsh

Monday, April 16, 2012

gettting closer

Honing down the idea, folks.  
Take a look, tell me what you think.

The League of Independent Theater Fund is designed to financially assist organizations and individual theater artists creating independent theater in the five boroughs of New York City.  The intent of the Fund is to help this vital segment of American theater thrive in a difficult economic environment and to have a positive impact on the cultural landscape of the city. 

Where does the money come from?
At the core of the LIT Fund is the simple idea of theater people helping theater people.  Money for the LIT Fund comes from organizations, companies, venues and individuals donating five cents per ticket sold to their performances.   Additional donations will be solicited from patrons of the arts.  No money from foundations will be solicited, as the Fund is conceived as an additional source of funding for the independent theater territory and not a “re-granting” mechanism.

Where does the money go?
All money collected will go solely to the independent theater territory, with a small portion dedicated to administering the FundFunding priorities will be set by the field.  We are currently surveying the territory and we will use the results of that survey to determine first year funding priorities.  The survey is available at  Early results indicate that real estate issues, unrestricted funds and the creation of an endowment for independent theater are areas of interest.   

How is the money collected?
Money will be collected from participating organizations through their various ticketing agencies at the close of each run.  Individual artists and patrons of the arts can donate online or by check throughout the year.

Who is eligible for the money?
Only members in good standing with the League of Independent Theater will be eligible to receive money from the Fund.  League membership is free and is open to all companies, venues and individual artists who have worked on at least three independent theater productions in New York City.

How will people apply?
Applications will be submitted online on a rolling basis.  Applicants will be asked to provide a brief history of their organization, a description of the use of the money and a simple one page financial statement.  Applicants can also provide supporting materials such as work samples, bios of artists involved, etc.  Recipients will be recruited to serve on the Fund’s adjudication panel the year following their funding. 

Who decides who gets funded?
Applications will be evaluated by a panel drawn from previously funded groups and individuals with the goal of having working artists in the sector driving the decision-making, working within clear guidelines provided by the League.  In the first year of the Fund, the adjudication panel will consist of three members of the League’s Board of Directors, three members of the League and three individuals from the larger theatrical or philanthropic world in New York City.     

Monday, March 26, 2012

LIT Fund statement of principles

Take a look and please respond.
And come to the Town Hall meeting this Wednesday, RSVP at

This is a living document, based on the feedback and response we’ve received from the independent theater territory so far.  We look forward to revising, fine-tuning and strengthening the ideas and principles below with you.


The League of Independent Theater Fund is designed to financially assist organizations and individual theater artists creating independent theater in the five boroughs of New York City. The intent of the fund is to help this vital segment of American theater thrive in a difficult economic environment and to have a positive impact on the cultural landscape of the city. 

Money for the LIT Fund comes from contributions from a number of organizations (listed below), who donate five cents per ticket sold to their performances. This five cent donation is not passed on to the ticket buyer but comes from the organization. 

Recipients of money from the LIT Fund are chosen based both on a demonstrated history of work and a proven responsibility in the independent theater sector.  Recipients will be required to serve on the Fund’s adjudication panel the year following their funding and will be ineligible to receive funds two years in a row. 

Fund distribution will be determined on an annual basis and there will be no set categories.  Our members have identified real estate costs, artist compensation, money to create new work, marketing, equipment purchase and touring costs as current areas of concern. We trust that the artists and organizations we serve know best where the money is needed and we intend to have them dictate where it is distributed.

At the core of the LIT Fund is the simple idea of theater people helping theater people. 

All money collected will go solely to the independent theater territory, with a small portion dedicated to administering the Fund.

We will strive for radical transparency throughout our entire process, from collection to deliberation to decision to distribution.

We will neither accept money from nor give money to corrupt organizations or individuals.  We are defining “corrupt” in this context as organizations or individuals that do not honor artists and arts workers in terms of financial compensation, professional treatment or basic human respect.

We recognize that the power of the Fund will be measured in the level of commitment and collaboration of theater people in New York City, not in the amount of money collected and distributed.  

The money is important, of course, but finally, it’s not really about the money. The power of the Fund is us working together and taking care of each other.


The legal entity responsible for the administration of the Fund is the League of Independent Theater, Inc.  Current LIT board members are Randi Berry, John Clancy, Jennifer Conley Darling, Martin Denton, Amanda Feldman, Chris Harcum, Christopher Heath, Robert Honeywell and Erez Ziv.

In the inaugural year, LIT will form a committee of nine members tasked with determining how the initial funds collected in 2012-2013 will be distributed.  Three members will be recruited from the LIT board, three members will be recruited from the LIT membership and three members will be recruited from the philanthropic and commercial theater sectors in New York City.  This committee, after extensive public and private discussion and review, will make formal recommendations to the LIT board by June 1st, 2012.  These recommendations will be public documents.  The LIT board will review the recommendations and announce the first year fiscal priorities and objectives of the Fund by June 15, 2012.

Funds will begin being collected on August 1, 2012.  The first distribution of the LIT Fund will occur no later than December 31, 2013. 

Agony Productions, The Amoralists, Angry Bubble Productions Art House Productions, CSV Cultural Center, Caps Lock Theatre, Clancy Productions The Civilians, Decades Out, Deconstructive Theatre Project, Elephant Run District, ETdC Projects Lab, Flux Theatre Ensemble, Gemini/Collisionworks, Gorilla Rep, HERE Horse Trade Theater Group,  Inverse Theatre,   Irondale Ensemble Living Theater, Jewish Plays Project, John Montgomery Theatre Company, La Lupa Italian Cultural Arts Festival, Mabou Mines, Mind the Gap Theatre, New Georges, The New Ohio Theatre, New York Neo-Futurists, New York Theatre Experience, Inc., No. 11 Productions, Organs of State, OutOurWayProductions, P.S. 122, Parallel Exit, Peculiar Works, Present Company (producers of FringeNYC), Purple Rep, Rabbit Hole Ensemble, Reverie Productions, Sinking Ship Productions, Small Pond Entertainment, Sponsored by Nobody, Stolen Chair Theater Company, Surf Reality, Tectonic Theater Project,  terraNOVA Collective, Theatre Askew,  Untitled Theater Company #61, undergroundzero, Vampire Cowboys Theater Company, ViolaCello StageWorks, LLC, WET Productions, White Horse Theater Company, Wreckio Ensemble.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

from our good friends at CSI

These guys rock.
And they're hosting a big LIT Fund town meeting in a couple of weeks.
So, be there.
CSI Spring Events Calendar

Damn the emails - we need some face time! Check out upcoming CSI events for Spring 2012!

Friday, March 16th 6-8pm - Final Reminder for Friday’s Teach In about the L3C Corp. and the Arts.
Info & RSVP:

Wednesday, March 28th 6-8pm  - Community Meeting - League of Independent Theater (LIT) has announced their intention to create a plan that will establish a grants fund for the off-off theater sector from nickel-a-ticket contributions.  Come to an open discussion and give your two-cents worth.  
Demos - 220 Fifth Avenue (26th & 27th) 5th Floor Conference Room
For more information visit
Please RSVP to

Cocktail Salons: CSI is hosting free Open House cocktail hours on the following dates for anyone who wants to have the opportunity to network and catch up with Paul Nagle, Executive Director, on what CSI is up to, progress on our projects and issues you’d like to see us take on.  No formal presentations, just us, drinks and some stimulating conversation.
Monday, April 30th   6-8pm
Monday, May 21st    6-8pm
Monday, June 11th   6-8pm
Demos - 220 Fifth Avenue (26th & 27th) 5th Floor Conference Room  
Please RSVP to  We hope to see you there!

Town Halls:  Our free Town Hall series continues.  Watch your emails or our website for updated information on themes and locations, but save these dates
Monday, April 16th 6pm-8pm - CSI co-sponsors a Town Hall in Queens with the Queens Council on the Arts.
Wednesday, May 16th 6-8pm - CSI co-sponsors a Town Hall in the Bronx with the Bronx Council on the Arts.