Well, a tremendous amount of stuff has happened since our last update. The June show (shame, in case you didn’t know) went off rather nicely. So nicely that we couldn’t fit all of our Readers into the live show. We recorded them after and their pieces can all be found HERE. You guys are the reason we do this. You are Greatness.
The TITANS OF TALKING supershow went down at The Earl. It was seven layers of Spectacular. If you were not in attendance, go with whatever pops into your head when I string the words “Spoken”, “Word”, “Mega” and “Event” together in a sentence. Throw in some “Drag-Mime”, “Stand Up” and “Movie Trailers” and you might start to get a snapshot in your head of the ludicrousness that was TITANS OF TALKING. We had such a good time (and turnout) that the current discussion is all about doing it again. We’ll keep you posted.
The next show is a big deal. For us, at least. July will mark the One Year Anniversary of Naked City Atlanta. The theme, appropriately enough, is GLORY.
We’ve had such a surge of amazing Readers hook into the show and become regular attendees that we are officially unveiling our “Lottery” system. No longer will it be first come, first served. From now on, when you show up to read, you sign up, your number goes in the bucket and we’ll pull the first eleven out. There. No more politics and fandango. Like so much else in life, it’s all random chance. We’ll still be recording Readers after the show, of course. So, if you don’t get in, you’ll still get uploaded on our SoundCloud account. In fact, now there’s a link to our SoundCloud page over on your left. Its a little bitty icon that says “Click on this!”
Go on. Click it. You know you want to.
Anyway, Happy Birthday to us. Just two more decades and we’ll be eligible to drink. Woo Hoo! Hope to see you there. We’ll have cake. It’ll be cool.
Hello, dear Nudies!! This is Gina, cohost and cohort of Naked City, writing my very first blogsicle post here. HURRAY!
Spring has sprung, and we are all drowning in the yellow froth of tree excitement in Atlanta. My allergy remedy is lots of local honey in whiskey. Either it works, or I’m too shit-faced to care.
Last month’s party at the Goat Farm Arts Center was one for the books: a joyous, truthful, rowdy mess that we thoroughly enjoyed (and we hope you did, too).
We’re getting new faces to watch and read, and having a glorious time watching our little Circus take shape as the months go by.
This coming show, on May 6th, brings us a theme I personally find to be as resonant as a tuning fork rattling my skull: PANIC. Take that word and whatever it makes you think of and write 5 minutes, or prepare whatever makes sense to you. If you get a slot, that time is yours to do whatever you like. Seriously.
As always, we want your words, we want your voices, we want to have a word party with you. Bring your friends, bring your enemies.
Let’s get jittery together!
In honor of April Fool’s Day, upon which our show actually falls, we thought we’d go the other way and explore the verisimilitudes of the opposite of Falsehood.
Now, just to be clear, we don’t mean Honesty. Leave that nonsense at the door. Some of the deepest Truths I know can be found at the heart of a good lie. Also, Honesty is for Actors. Writers and Poets play in deeper waters.
Note to my fellow actors: Unclench your bowels. Everyone loves you and you’re the prettiest one in the room.
Now then, where was I? Oh yes, Truth.
“The opposite of a fact is falsehood, but the opposite of one profound Truth may very well be another profound Truth” -Niels Bohr
I like to think about truth as possessing two principal categories, Capital T Truths and small t truths. I’m not gonna go into a long elaboration of what I mean. Ferret it out for yourself. I only bring it up to point out that whichever one you choose to write about is entirely up to you. We won’t quibble. We just hang the target. You don’t even have to hit the same wall it’s hung on.
Wait, how did we end up in a knife throwing metaphor? Or did you think I meant darts? I’m confused.
Fuck it. You got what I came here to give you. I’m out.