The John Seroff Eleventh Hour played for four performances at The WAH Center. Guided by the 1999 version and inspired by the recent discovery of the 1974 version, he raised the dramatic opportunities.

In 1999 I received a La MaMa commission to write a play for their Experiments reading series and, with nothing but the Lost Horizon album with the reordered track sequence to guide me, I wrote it.

In December I found the electronics notebook with the 1974 version.

John has the thirteen year-old boy create the story for the audience in real time. The six actors do all in their power to share his visions. I have enpowered John Seroff and he, unlike me, is not afraid of people not liking him. He willingly creates and braves the storm.

The Eleventh Hour history is as follows: Note that every presentation has received a good attendance. Despite and because of the danger in content and presentation, mounting a production of this play is a good investment opportunity.

March 13, 1999 at La Mama La Galleria with Cheryl and Jeff
Two more performances at La Tea

December 30th, 2001, the Sidewalk Toby and Cockroach event.

My reading at The Dempsey's Pub of the 1974 version on February 10th, 2002

March 15, 16, 22 & 23 2002 WAH Center performances of the John Seroff version (Jennifer Stuckert and Nadja Stokes).

Oh sure, I saw Pollock, the movie, thanks to Jon Berger and his efforts to obtain interesting DVDs from the library, and through it I learned how to make the work of a well know artist appear negligible: Ignore the continuous line dripping that made studying his paintings such fun for some.

Kim and I left New York on Friday evening, January 25th, 2002, travelling on British Airways. It was soothing to have the liquid screens showing movies on the back of the seats in front of us. Legally Blond, The Curse of the Jade Scorpion...

Saturday.
We met Matt and Goldmund at 12 Bar. Ms. Harper played, then Matt. He played a great set. I met Andy there. When I told him my River Bar gig on Wednesday was cancelled he invited me to come by there to play. Paul from On-Line TV taped Matt's show.

Sunday we met Matt and Goldmund (with Matt's friend, Chris) in Camden Town. We played at the Golden Lion. They had an open stage prior to the main act (Matt) so I played two songs there, with Matt on guitar. It's a family bar, on a Sunday night? The place was packed with the regulars. Matt's performance there was simply historic. A woman, Claire, from totallyradio.com interviewed Matt.

Monday Kim and I went to Phil's Up All Night Open Stage at the Spice of Life. Up All Night? They actually close up promptly at 11. Matt came by later. I played there, and met Amber, a black girl with braces, Egils from here, Yuka from here, and this piano fellow who played with Yuka, Joe Quillin. They have a nice piano.

Tuesday Kim and I saw a Sondheim revue, There's Always a Woman, performed on a stage filled with sand -- is it the bahamas or the sahara?

Wednesday I played at 12 Bar. Rick Siegel was there, updating me on OnLineTV. Magoo and Kaito were playing acoustic sets. I was the opening act. Kaito was exceptional. Phil's office is 5 doors down so I went up there and wrote something about our activities for his Up All Night fanzine.

Thursday to Glasgow to play with Matt at the State Bar there. I met Francis Macdonald and his assistant, Heather MacDonald, no relation, in fact she's from North Carolina... Flying back and forth was great.

Friday, we played at The Spice of Life. Matt took the train back and there were delays because of weather and striking so he arrived in time to play a half hour from 10:30-11.

Saturday, I played at the acoustic front stage by the bar of the Cockpit Theatre, it was like Manhattan Theatre Source with the "two stages."

Sunday, Kim and I headed to New York. It was soothing to have the liquid screens showing movies on the backs of the seats in front of us.

You know, the ever expanding universe is not the greatest thing because it means that the distance between us is increasing. Nor is love necessarily the answer, especially for intellectuals who are more susceptible to passionate obsession as a result of allowing it into their lives. Ask Sherlock Holmes. You know, this is a little post.

A day passes and a project is that much closer to completion in a race against time. There are so many projects in various stages of development, and what of the necessities of life? Take care of the barest of them and proceed with project development. We'll get it done, then others can take it and grow with it. Everything is in process. I can go back in time to recover works imperfectly preserved, newly preserved in this digital age. I found a cassette recording of songs from The Augusteia, an opera I worked on in the 70's. I made a wave file out of a performance of "Out of The Grave." The first verse is

Feels like I've just woke up out of the grave,
And every evening I'm expecting the same,
The same sleepy spoof of what I have done
Throughout the makings of a typical day. I'd hate to
Look back on all this as being somekind of highpoint cause I'm
Just feeling strangely in the usual way.

There. It's regenerated.

What's the point of being prolific if the work's not great? Is the material worthwhile? It's not a question, it simply is. Enough of that. I have my own life to live, I life I barely care to live in an effort to transfer life into work, and myself into my own audience. Sharing and developing go hand in hand. Beware of recidivism... Now back to my old ways...

The mystery of the November 12th post below is my reaction to the apparent malfunction crash of the Dominican Republic bound American Airlines jet. Since then I have learned that Chris and Laura Evangeliste would have been on that flight had it not been for a fundraiser at the West Side Tennis Club. Anyway, the fundraiser was not for the WTC disaster so I still have no direct awareness of or contact with any order or sense in the universe.

Talk about coincidence, these morning surprises two months apart, and one year after the car vandalism, well, the car vandalism was highly personal. It was a year ago that we returned from Art OMI for my friend, Jeff's birthday, and, Oh My I'm calling now to wish Jeff a happy birthday.

I'm on the phone with him .

and the accidents occurred at either the point of departure or destination...

On September 26th I posted here that "Dr. Evil did this to pit East against West! This is the classic James Bond story. Thank heavens we haven't taken the bait and have shown such restraint." On October 7th, the US attacked Afghanastan. A friend suggested that we had and have to do something; the anonymous aggressive act against us serving to focus our efforts, which had frankly grown dissippated.

This week I came across many motor vehicle cases that reminded me of the world trade center tragedy, in that drivers of stolen cars kept smashing into passenger filled gypsy cabs. hmm...

Here's a mystery. My sister, Monica, was a member of the choir in the soundtrack to the movie, Fame. You remember that insanely melodramatic early Alan Parker production that became his and MGM's gift to the student bodies of the NYC High Schools of Music and Art and Art and Design.

Well, Joie DBG understandably mispelled my surname in the upcoming East Village Outdoor Antifolk Revue at the Central Park Bandshell (The Revue is this Sunday, October 28th.) so I ran a search under the name as mispelled, with the reversed zs.. dizzoza.. during my search for listings...

Monica came up with the mispelled last name in the Barnes and Nobles credit listing for Fame, with a link to Naytionz Capital. So the question is, Why does Barnes and Nobles list my sister as one of the producers of Fig Naytionz new album, Naytionz Capital? Here it is:

Album Credits
Fig Naytion
Primary Artist
Phonk Beta
Producer
Monica Dizzoza
Producer
Arthur Griffith
Executive Producer
Brotha Lynch Hung
Producer
Digital Pablo
Producer

Perhaps it's a good album. To order go to http://music.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?userid=3DAXREPTED&ean=806907200129

In addition to Fame, Alan Parker made a hideous Diane Keaton/Albert Finney film and the much more hideous, and thus, I think he hit his mark that time, film called Angel Heart. Midnight Express, The Pink Floyd Wall... these, too... I love the Angel Heart Coney Island scene...

Say, I am preparing a presentation of my new entertainment, The Golf Wars, scheduled for Lou Rodgers November 6th Square One.
-- Heroism, pretending to be something you're not, and explaining to people that you're "on" to who they REALLY are -- these are among its elements... Now to assemble them.

Naytionz -- couldn't it be Nayshunz?

Dr. Evil did this to pit East against West! This is the classic James Bond story. Thank heavens we haven't taken the bait and have shown such restraint.

The New Yorker raises the issue of trust and how trust keeps us functioning as an organic unit as we follow individual paths.

Let this horrible exposure of "their" feelings pave a path toward mutual peace and understanding between all human beings,

and leave the acts of destruction to nature and life forms from outer space.

Gypsies from Egypt roam from Egypt to Rome
Trapped in a state of Bohemia.
Bohemian girl bring your sunshine to me
To my home in Beirut by the sea.

Living in Freedom again.
Freely my mind gets to wandering
Free to roll over the caps on the water
Free to dig holes in the sand.

Living in Freedom again.
Freely my four limbs are pedalling
Over the crators along the equator
Up to an arctic nightland.

They used knives and box cutters. They directed enormous gasoline tanks. This could have been a very low budget disaster, still, requiring great flying skill.

They killed the Twin Towers. It was a slow execution. It was a display. We were the audience, completely passive to reversing its death, we watched. The act of observing changed nothing. There was nothing anybody could do, but evacuate! We are getting rid of those towers. No more talk. They are down. First the greenpoint gastanks of "KEYSPAN," good practice for the bigger project.

The poor old world trade center, let's see, those artist offices that people applied for, the entire Landmark Forum, relocating from the old Yeshiva owned building on 39th and 5th. My friend, Lawrence Schindelheim, working for a court of claims judge there. Surely he evacuated. Mary Robinson worked for a trademark attorney there. I remember him firing her and me asking him to explain. He was pretty open with me, boy did he feel betrayed. Well, his office is gone. They compared marks from a book with marks picked up in South America, these marks were TRADE MARKS. She was illfit for office work.

They didn't like those buildings. I wonder why.

The end of the tall buildings. Difficulty is apparent in attempting to deal with the activity up there, and of course, Kamakazi flights into the builidng make for a great challenge. A plane struck one world trade center. While we're watching another plane struck two word trade center, lower, never would have expected that, then something crashed into the pentagan after busch spoke of god blessing america, he's in florida on his way to Washington. Next, two world trade center collapsed. That's it for now. Hey, who turned on the television this morning to catch it all, Tony. The smoke here, oh dear. There is an odor in the air...

The mousey-moved cursor darts jerkily across the screen. I wonder if it has anything to do with the infestation of corrupting data I download through aimster. The machine's synapses are spastically epileptic. We'll work through it.

Lauren Barrett Porter went from Ocipita to Helena in an impressive way. She played in the guerilla theatre production of Midsummer Night's Dream at Washington Square Park, a well directed production that used the relocating of the stage and audience scene changes to build momentum in an already energized performance. I spotted Tom O'Horgan in the audience looking amused and involved. He's the man who did such a number on the original broadway production of Jesus Christ Superstar, and did a finer job, I suppose, with Hair, and definitely a fine job with Futz. He is a source for all instruments musical

MTV hosted their awards at the MET Opera House, a resonant building and a career destination if there ever was one for Peter Dizozza, the theatrical composer. They were over their head, but that's what happens when you insist upon competence only slightly beyond what your audience has, otherwise your audience won't be suckered into thinking that it could be them up there, and the bottom falls out of their incentive for watching you. Oh dear. It does make for an embarrassing display. All the best to them, of course.

Even as earlier projects call for work and training to arrive at stages of completion, new ones are calling. I see Bottom and his troupe putting on the play, and the sense of superiority they bestow upon their audience. These amateurs who rely upon other trades for their livelihood advance theatre that difuses its content, lest it distress. Pyramis and Thisbe. How doubly gruesome! This portion of the play was beautifully acted and enacted, and is the substance of the Midsummer Night's Dream.