Always hold your breath...

...just before you pull the trigger, that's what my old man always told me.

On a bus to NYC to meet James and begin work. Lots of ideas spin around, from considerations of fear to new ideas for shaping space and moments. The past has brought us moments of triumph and moments of struggle, but all of that must be forgotten for the present and the future. December is right around the corner and the mud-slung path behind us is now only evidence and fodder for reconsideration and reinvention.

Days full of rehearsal. Nights of conversation. Sunday the whole team gets together. Ideas will fly. Bread will break. Let's see where it takes us this time around.

I'm holding my breath...

The Poetics of Fear

The idea has recently been presented to me (by a Russian) that the underlying emotion below all Russian psychology is fear. Fear is the base, the foundation out of which all other reactions and emotions grow. Fear of police. Fear of being turned in. Fear of neighbors. Life in Soviet times instilled this bedrock into much, if not all of the citizenry.

How does this fit into Machine Gunner? We have no immediate answer for this. I am driven to think that it is an essential element that we have been missing from the Young Man. The bedrock of fear that drives his behavior. Let us explore. Next week: rehearsal and brainstorming retreat in New York City. Lots to think about. Lots to look forward to.