So here we are, beginning our extended run of FZ6D, and it is amazing to look back and see how the moss has grown over the cracks and we have shaped our collective selves into the beasts of stage that rule over Limbo and Hell with a smile.
YES! AN EXTENSION! We run Thursday, Friday, Saturday for the next 3 weeks, closing on July 10...and we have a special post-show Q&A with Richard Elfman, so I expect to see you soon!
I began training for the auditions as soon as the show was announced. When September rolled around, I was laid off from work and began to enact what I termed BATMAN PLAN 142 a.k.a. RUN LIKE THE ZOMBIES ARE AFTER YOU. I have a nice little gym in my apartment complex and I would get up every morning and begin with the traditional Chinese kung fu warm up that I learned at Beijing Tai Chi and Kung Fu Academy (hello Sifu Wang!) and then move into running on the treadmill and elliptical before doing some weight training.
I knew that the key to winning the role would be massive cardio that would give me unstoppable stamina. I've spent my life in the pit at Fishbone, Bungle, Primus, Chili Pepper, and Jane's Addiction shows, so I had a good start, but it wasn't going to be enough. If I was lucky enough to be cast in the show, I'd have to be able to actually dance, sing and speak where most other artists might have some artificial sweetener running off a computer backstage.
So I sat down and went through my music collection and put together a playlist that allowed me to drop 20 lbs by the time we were auditioning the show. I've since lost more, simply because wearing a four layer costume with a hat and spats under theatrical lighting is, in itself, a hell of a workout routine.
If you want to enact BATMAN PLAN 142 in your own home, acquire these songs and run the program!
MARS, THE BRINGER OF WAR - LA Philharmonic
ORGANIZED! - Voodoo Organist
BATTERY ACID - Voodoo Organist
CANTINA BAND FROM STAR WARS - LA Philharmonic
STAR WARS MAIN TITLE - LA Philharmonic
URANUS, THE MAGICIAN - LA Philharmonic
NA ZDROWIE! - Voodoo Organist
TAKE YOUR WHISKEY HOME - Van Halen
D.O.A. - Van Halen
LIGHT UP THE SKY - Van Halen
OUTTA LOVE AGAIN - Van Halen
ICE CREAM MAN - Van Halen
ATOMIC PUNK - Van Halen
WALKING SPANISH - Tom Waits
GUN STREET GIRL - Tom Waits
TANGO 'TIL THEY'RE SORE - Tom Waits
CLAP HANDS - Tom Waits
SINGAPORE - Tom Waits
I SAW THE LIGHT - The The
HONKY TONKIN' - The The
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE - Robert Randolph & the Family Band
NOBODY - Robert Randolph & the Family Band
ONE MORE SMOKE - Rev. Glasseye
PADDYWAGON TURBAN - Rev. Glasseye
SEVEN LITTLE GIRLS - Rev. Glasseye
50% MURDER - Rev. Glasseye
NO ROAD OUT OF HOUSTON - Rev. Glasseye
MIDNIGHT CABARET - Rev. Glasseye
KING OF MEN - Rev. Glasseye
MOTHER IS A CARPEGIAN - Rev. Glasseye
THE COLD HOUSE HYMNS - Rev. Glasseye
GOD HELP YOU DUMB BOY - Rev. Glasseye
HOW TO DISCARD YOUR FACE - Renfield
THE PREY - Renfield
JUPITERMAN - Renfield
DIVISIBLE MAN - Renfield
TAKE IT AWAY - Renfield
THE FINER THINGS - Renfield
HAMBURGER TRAIN - Primus
MY NAME IS MUD - Primus
STRANGERS - Portishead
GLORY BOX - Portishead
ALL MINE - Portishead
NASTY HABITS - Oingo Boingo
CONTROLLER - Oingo Boingo
WHAT YOU SEE - Oingo Boingo
ONLY A LAD - Oingo Boingo
PERFECT SYSTEM - Oingo Boingo
LITTLE GIRLS - Oingo Boingo
LITTLE GUNS - Oingo Boingo
DEAD OR ALIVE - Oingo Boingo
NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS - Oingo Boingo
SWEAT - Oingo Boingo
CRY OF THE VATOS - Oingo Boingo
GOOD FOR YOUR SOUL - Oingo Boingo
WHO DO YOU WANT TO BE - Oingo Boingo
FINALE - Forbidden Zone
SQUEEZIT THE MOOCHER - Forbidden Zone
GOODBYE, GOODBYE - Oingo Boingo
NO ONE LIVES FOREVER - Oingo Boingo
PRIVATE LIFE - Oingo Boingo
GREY MATTER - Oingo Boingo
CAROUSEL - Mr. Bungle
DESERT SEARCH FOR TECHNO ALLAH - Mr. Bungle
CHEMICAL MARRIAGE - Mr. Bungle
RETROVERTIGO - Mr. Bungle
THE AIR CONDITIONED NIGHTMARE - Mr. Bungle
MENTAL HOPSCOTCH - Missing Persons
DESTINATION UNKNOWN - Missing Persons
THE HORRIBLE PEOPLE - Marilyn Manson
BETTER OF TWO EVILS - Marilyn Manson
KA-BOOM KA-BOOM - Marilyn Manson
USE YOUR FIST AND NOT YOUR MOUTH - Marilyn Manson
DOLL-DAGGA BUZZ-BUZZ ZIGGETY-ZAG - Marilyn Manson
MOBSCENE - Marilyn Manson
THIS IS THE NEW SHIT - Marilyn Manson
HEART-SHAPED GLASSES - Marilyn Manson
THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE - Marilyn Manson
WHERE THEY WANDER - Horrorpops
MISS TAKE - Horrorpops
CRAWL STRAIGHT HOME - Horrorpops
WALK LIKE A ZOMBIE - Horrorpops
FORCES OF VICTORY - Gogol Bordello
WANDERLUST KING - Gogol Bordello
UNDESTRUCTABLE - Gogol Bordello
NOT A CRIME - Gogol Bordello
TWO TRIBES - Frankie Goes To Hollywood
SUBLIMINAL FASCISM - Fishbone
QUESTION OF LIFE - Fishbone
SKANK N GO NUTTZ - Fishbone
LET DEM HO'S FIGHT - Fishbone
SUNLESS SATURDAY - Fishbone
BEHAVIOR CONTROL TECHNICIAN - Fishbone
PRESSURE - Fishbone
SO MANY MILLIONS - Fishbone
DEMON IN HERE (LIVE) - Fishbone
SKANK N GO NUTTZ (LIVE) - Fishbone
ROCK STAR - Fishbone
MONKEY DICK - Fishbone
BEERGUT - Fishbone
LOVE/HATE - Fishbone
TRYIN' - Double D Nose
THOU SHALT FUNK - Double D Nose
DANCE FUNKERS - Double D Nose
WE WIN - Double D Nose
LOOK BACK IN ANGER - David Bowie
BREAKING GLASS - David Bowie
JOE THE LION - David Bowie
HELDEN - David Bowie
BATMAN THEME - Danny Elfman
FIRST CONFRONTATION - Danny Elfman
DESCENT INTO MYSTERY - Danny Elfman
CHARGE OF THE BATMOBILE - Danny Elfman
WALTZ TO THE DEATH - Danny Elfman
FINAL CONFRONTATION - Danny Elfman
FINALE - Danny Elfman
BATMAN THEME REPRISE - Danny Elfman
I MISS YOU - Bjork
ARMY OF ME - Bjork
SHADRACH - Beastie Boys
LOOKING DOWN THE BARREL OF A GUN - Beastie Boys
HEY LADIES - Beastie Boys
SHAKE YOUR RUMP - Beastie Boys
125 songs. Now go kick some ass.
- Marz Richards
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
SHOWTIME
From the first day of rehearsal, I've been in love with this cast. They are the late 80's Showtime Lakers, the monsters of the midway who cannot be stopped by man nor beast and win with a charming smile. So Showtime has been on my mind for a good many months and now, here we are, the NBA Finals, where the Lake-Men of Many A Police/Los Angeles have engaged their ancient foes, the Celts of Boss-Tone, and all appears to be written to a conclusion that is as demented as our own third act!
Of course, SHOWTIME might also spark a memory of Sifu Fosse and his marvelous biopic where the tired old showman has to summon the lightning every morning to limited (or diminishing?) results. Thankfully, although I've heard MANY of my brothers and sisters exult that rasping "Showtime...!" into the window over the past month, we are not experiencing anything other than a persistence of joy on FZ6D. We are, many of us, working multiple gigs as the show rolls through the fields of battle, and so we often find ourselves entering the Sixth Dimension after a ten hour day spent in the company of those who might not consider our art. It makes it quite easy to shed the scales of worry and loss when you get to armor up and engage King Fausto or The Devil Himself in merriment and delusional games.
The joy comes in hearing laughter in new places in the show, and in watching friends and strangers alike come alive with pleasure after their long day in Lost Assholes, Califunktion. The joy is present when you realize that the person in the front row is just as in love with the tale as the people on stage. The joy is alive and unstoppable when you realize that you didn't recognize close friends because you had never seen their face with a look of SHOCK upon it! Would that there was a bar behind the spinny walls of the Sixth Dimension so that we never had to leave and we could just wrap ourselves in your love as we all fall down a bottle of single malt Scotch whisky together. Cheers!
- Marz Richards
Of course, SHOWTIME might also spark a memory of Sifu Fosse and his marvelous biopic where the tired old showman has to summon the lightning every morning to limited (or diminishing?) results. Thankfully, although I've heard MANY of my brothers and sisters exult that rasping "Showtime...!" into the window over the past month, we are not experiencing anything other than a persistence of joy on FZ6D. We are, many of us, working multiple gigs as the show rolls through the fields of battle, and so we often find ourselves entering the Sixth Dimension after a ten hour day spent in the company of those who might not consider our art. It makes it quite easy to shed the scales of worry and loss when you get to armor up and engage King Fausto or The Devil Himself in merriment and delusional games.
The joy comes in hearing laughter in new places in the show, and in watching friends and strangers alike come alive with pleasure after their long day in Lost Assholes, Califunktion. The joy is present when you realize that the person in the front row is just as in love with the tale as the people on stage. The joy is alive and unstoppable when you realize that you didn't recognize close friends because you had never seen their face with a look of SHOCK upon it! Would that there was a bar behind the spinny walls of the Sixth Dimension so that we never had to leave and we could just wrap ourselves in your love as we all fall down a bottle of single malt Scotch whisky together. Cheers!
- Marz Richards
Thursday, June 10, 2010
A bouncing baby SHOW
Tonight I was at the local bar and ran into a couple of fellows who had seen the show. Their perspective was interesting because they've done this kind of thing before, on a nightly basis, with much higher stakes (their livelihoods) and a bigger house. And food service, which is a whole other mother of fuck.
I knew they liked the show, but their fermented focus was what I was seeking. "It's a show that just requires you to be able to have fun, to enjoy yourself, which not everyone is capable of doing." said the former booker and current wonderful DJ.
"L.A. is now the center of fun theatre!" said the manager/ass-kicker who shepherded a bunch of killer rock gigs you went to or read about over the past few years. "Seattle is an island, New York is great but serious bid-nass, San Francisco is holding its breath for what's next and Chicago has amazing drama but is not freaky-fun. This is FUN, this is the kind of shit you only get in Los Angeles. This is the devil's town! No one does Halloween like this!" he continued, as I grabbed another Jack and Coke.
We have gone through another wonderful weekend and now we approach the Sunday shows which mark a month of production, a month of life for this Zombaby. If this was an actual bambino, I would be bothering the shit out of all of you with photos of the thirty day anniversary. But this multi-headed demon we have birthed is no photogenic walking wallet that looks to suckle from you until your resources are depleted. This is SHOW, and SHOW only requires one thing, which is your butt in a seat. SHOW does not need love, SHOW only wants to hear you breathing and SHOW will take care of itself. SHOW will tell you what is good and what is bad. SHOW will not ask to go to prom! SHOW doesn't need a car or a trip to Disneyland. SHOW only wants a full house for ninety minutes time and then SHOW is happy.
To be honest, SHOW is not the kind of baby you want. You probably are a normal sort who actually wants more than a season's worth of interaction. This is why you and I are different. This is why I am Satan and you are hoping to be a parent or (eek) are a parent. If I had a baby boy, I would name him Iago Atari Bruce Wayne Richards, which is fine if I were to home-school him, but I think that home-schooling is exactly how you set up a kid to get his ass beat later in life, so it is probably better I don't have a kid and that I am left to care for SHOW.
Just letting you know where I'm at.
See you in the house this weekend for the Friday, Saturday, and now SUNDAY shows!
- Marz Richards
I knew they liked the show, but their fermented focus was what I was seeking. "It's a show that just requires you to be able to have fun, to enjoy yourself, which not everyone is capable of doing." said the former booker and current wonderful DJ.
"L.A. is now the center of fun theatre!" said the manager/ass-kicker who shepherded a bunch of killer rock gigs you went to or read about over the past few years. "Seattle is an island, New York is great but serious bid-nass, San Francisco is holding its breath for what's next and Chicago has amazing drama but is not freaky-fun. This is FUN, this is the kind of shit you only get in Los Angeles. This is the devil's town! No one does Halloween like this!" he continued, as I grabbed another Jack and Coke.
We have gone through another wonderful weekend and now we approach the Sunday shows which mark a month of production, a month of life for this Zombaby. If this was an actual bambino, I would be bothering the shit out of all of you with photos of the thirty day anniversary. But this multi-headed demon we have birthed is no photogenic walking wallet that looks to suckle from you until your resources are depleted. This is SHOW, and SHOW only requires one thing, which is your butt in a seat. SHOW does not need love, SHOW only wants to hear you breathing and SHOW will take care of itself. SHOW will tell you what is good and what is bad. SHOW will not ask to go to prom! SHOW doesn't need a car or a trip to Disneyland. SHOW only wants a full house for ninety minutes time and then SHOW is happy.
To be honest, SHOW is not the kind of baby you want. You probably are a normal sort who actually wants more than a season's worth of interaction. This is why you and I are different. This is why I am Satan and you are hoping to be a parent or (eek) are a parent. If I had a baby boy, I would name him Iago Atari Bruce Wayne Richards, which is fine if I were to home-school him, but I think that home-schooling is exactly how you set up a kid to get his ass beat later in life, so it is probably better I don't have a kid and that I am left to care for SHOW.
Just letting you know where I'm at.
See you in the house this weekend for the Friday, Saturday, and now SUNDAY shows!
- Marz Richards
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Biggest Oingo Boingo Fan You're Ever Going To Meet
MERDE! We sold out the first two weeks of FZ6D, including the dreaded Memorial Day weekend. Traditionally the second week of a show sees a drop-off in attendance. There are a lot of reasons for this; everyone's friends and family come to opening weekend, press is there right off the bat if you've done your job correctly, and fans of the show will want to see it early so they can crow/nerd out to their friends about their geek primacy ("FIRST!")
So it was very interesting and heartening to see that we had sold out the show two days ahead of the weekend. It was SPECTACULAR to have the kind of Friday night that we did. It was packed, seats added to the front row, hot as Hell and full of crazy, candy/alcohol-fueled energy. I sweated off the Satan beard by the third number and by the fifth number the amazing glitter brows designed by Kat Bardot were cutting loose and flopping over my eyes like venetian blinds. Just a fantastic set of shows so far and lots more to come. The production has taken on an interesting balance as we continue to tweak audio and timing with the actors settling into their roles and finding new moments every show. I am becoming entranced by certain scenes in the show and have to take care not to blow a line because I'm caught listening to the show; I think that the courtship scene between Frenchy and Fausto (the painting scene) and the aria that Rene (Matt Valle) sings at the start of Queen's Revenge are extraordinary bits of theater and show the real heart that beats at the core of the show.
So we've done four shows so far and after every show, when I'm out on the street saying hello to friends, I've been approached by a stranger who opens the conversation with this sentence, "I'm the biggest Oingo Boingo fan you're ever going to meet..." I'm glad that I'm meeting these people. The producers had hoped that you still existed and carried the fire of Halloween in your heart while we went through the terrible drought of Boingo music that has plagued us over the past few years. I'm very glad that you find what we have wrought to be Of The Body and not something to be despised and forgotten. I stood with you at a hundred Boingo shows from 1986 forward. We have raised our voices together to scream "NO SPILL BLOOD!" in response to the query, "WHAT IS THE LAW?" My solidarity will always be with you, The Biggest Oingo Boingo Fan I Will Ever Meet, and I will do my best to scorch your soul with Real Hellfire every show. So, please, tell everyone you meet from this day forward what you have witnessed under the smoldering eaves of Sacred Fools. Tell them that Frenchy lives to dance. Tell them that Bust Rod is the King of Tap. Tell them that Fausto presents his arguments of conquest in new battle-armor.
TELL THEM I'M COMING AND ALL HELL IS COMING WITH ME!
- Marz Richards
So it was very interesting and heartening to see that we had sold out the show two days ahead of the weekend. It was SPECTACULAR to have the kind of Friday night that we did. It was packed, seats added to the front row, hot as Hell and full of crazy, candy/alcohol-fueled energy. I sweated off the Satan beard by the third number and by the fifth number the amazing glitter brows designed by Kat Bardot were cutting loose and flopping over my eyes like venetian blinds. Just a fantastic set of shows so far and lots more to come. The production has taken on an interesting balance as we continue to tweak audio and timing with the actors settling into their roles and finding new moments every show. I am becoming entranced by certain scenes in the show and have to take care not to blow a line because I'm caught listening to the show; I think that the courtship scene between Frenchy and Fausto (the painting scene) and the aria that Rene (Matt Valle) sings at the start of Queen's Revenge are extraordinary bits of theater and show the real heart that beats at the core of the show.
So we've done four shows so far and after every show, when I'm out on the street saying hello to friends, I've been approached by a stranger who opens the conversation with this sentence, "I'm the biggest Oingo Boingo fan you're ever going to meet..." I'm glad that I'm meeting these people. The producers had hoped that you still existed and carried the fire of Halloween in your heart while we went through the terrible drought of Boingo music that has plagued us over the past few years. I'm very glad that you find what we have wrought to be Of The Body and not something to be despised and forgotten. I stood with you at a hundred Boingo shows from 1986 forward. We have raised our voices together to scream "NO SPILL BLOOD!" in response to the query, "WHAT IS THE LAW?" My solidarity will always be with you, The Biggest Oingo Boingo Fan I Will Ever Meet, and I will do my best to scorch your soul with Real Hellfire every show. So, please, tell everyone you meet from this day forward what you have witnessed under the smoldering eaves of Sacred Fools. Tell them that Frenchy lives to dance. Tell them that Bust Rod is the King of Tap. Tell them that Fausto presents his arguments of conquest in new battle-armor.
TELL THEM I'M COMING AND ALL HELL IS COMING WITH ME!
- Marz Richards
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