my dad

My Dad came over for dins last night. He doesn't live nearby, but sometimes he has to be in town and he always stops by for a visit. It makes me glad that he saves this time for me. My Dad and I haven't always had the greatest of relationships, but I when he comes for a visit I feel like all that difficultness, harsh words and actions, are behind us and he can go back to being my hero, albeit on a much more human scale. (Turns out it's easier to forgive humans than heroes.)

He asked me what I'd been up to so I showed him this clip of Stephanie Dodd performing my monologue Dancer #3 last year. I wrote it specifically for Stephanie, for Jody Christopherson's Eschaton Cabaret (Bowery Poetry Club and Dixon Place, 2011-12), but here Stephanie performed it all by its lonesome at Sky Box.

I figured since I shared it with my Dad I'd go ahead and share it with you too. Some things to note: it was directed by Deborah Wolfson, original music from Anna Marquardt.

My favorite part is at the end when the audience seems really to take what she's saying to heart. I won't be a spoiler and tell you what it is, you'll just have to watch the whole 5 minutes and find out for yourself.