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From the deep archives: the Denver premiere of THE LARAMIE PROJECT (2000)

February 26, 2013

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In October 1998, when the news flashed around the world of the brutal killing of gay college student Matthew Shepard in Wyoming, playwright and director Moises Kaufman was struck by how swiftly the crime riveted attention coast to coast. Fresh from the success of Gross Indecency, his play about the effects of Victorian society on the trials of Oscar Wilde and vice versa, Kaufman found himself wondering how theater artists could contribute to the national dialogue about the incident.

“As a gay man, I’m always interested in who tells what story, and how,” says Kaufman. “And I noticed that while the symbolism of Matthew Shepard’s death captured the imagination of a lot of people, we weren’t hearing very much about how the people in Laramie were talking about it among themselves. That’s what I wanted to know.”

Within a month, Kaufman and ten other members of his Tectonic Theater Project flew to Wyoming and spent a week interviewing people in Laramie. From the media coverage of the brutal event, the New Yorkers had no inkling of what they’d encounter in Wyoming except deranged cowboys bent on killing queers. “I was really frightened driving into Laramie at dusk.” says Leigh Fondakowski, an out lesbian Tectonic Theater member.

By the time the company had finished developing The Laramie Project, 15 months and six return trips later, both they and the people of Laramie had taken an intense journey together. While some devout Christians were predictably moralistic about Shepard’s “lifestyle,” the artists found their stereotypes about violent rednecks upended by townspeople who were open, astute, often heroically self-questioning. Because the company members had varying interests, they were able to conduct more than 200 interviews with a diverse cross-section of the population, from a limo driver who used to ferry Shepard to a gay bar an hour’s drive away to a young Islamic feminist who was born in Bangladesh and had lived in Laramie since the age of 4.

What Kaufman and his company created is less a reenactment of a crime than a portrayal of a social milieu – instead of Boys Don’t Cry, think Thornton Wilder’s Our Town. Although the play includes some material familiar from media coverage (such as Aaron McKinney’s confession and Dennis Shepard’s powerful courtroom statement opposing the death penalty for his son’s killer), Matthew Shepard is never represented onstage. Instead the play focuses on ordinary people ruminating over questions they’d never been required to address publicly before.

“If you listen to the people in this town,” says Kaufman, “a hundred years from now you’ll have a document of what Americans were thinking about a whole range of subjects, from money and class and education to sex and effeminacy.”

The Laramie Project was an exceptionally ambitious undertaking for a small, independent theater company that had never done this kind of research or created a piece from scratch before. Fondakowski says that she and Greg Pierotti, another gay member of the group, “were very interested in meeting friends of Matthew Shepard’s and finding out what it’s like to be gay there. Laramie has no gay center. We just called people up, and one contact led to another.”

They attended a gay Thanksgiving potluck in a church basement in Cheyenne, Wyo. The attitudes they encountered were eye-opening to the gay new Yorkers. “We heard a lot of rural gay people defending the concept of ‘Live and let live,’” says Jeffrey LaHoste, managing director of Tectonic and Kaufman’s lover of 11 years. “For them, not flaunting your gayness was a positive idea.”

The first draft of the piece was written in three weeks by the ten people who first visited Laramie. After that, a four-member writers’ group took charge of editing and shaping the text of the piece, in which eight Tectonic actors play 60-odd characters. As head writer, Fondakowski also served as Kaufman’s assistant director as well as company travel coordinator (yes, she’s a Virgo).

The piece was further developed at the Sundance Theater Lab and at a workshop sponsored by new York Theater Workshop at Dartmouth College. (After its premiere run, presented by the Denver Center Theatre Company through April 1, Kaufman plans to take the show to Laramie and to New York as soon as possible.)

“One of the great achievements of the piece was following the journey of various individuals,” says Fondakowski. She points to the example of Romaine Patterson, the 21-year-old lesbian who created a brigade of silent demonstrators wearing gigantic angel wings to counteract the presence of Fred “God Hates Fags” Phelps at Shepard’s funeral and the trials of his assailants. “When we met her in November, [Romaine] was incredibly young,” Fondakowski recalls. “Six months later she was a fully formed community activist.”

The February 26 opening night performance was especially cathartic for the Laramie residents in attendance. Zackie Salmon, a 52-year-old lesbian university employee, and Matt Galloway, the bartender who provided crucial court testimony about Shepard’s last hours, were among those clearly exhilarated and emotional about seeing themselves depicted onstage. As they embraced the performers afterward, “it was a chorus of thank-yous on both sides,” says Pierotti.

But the project has also changed the lives of the New Yorkers. “When we went to the fence [where Shepard’s near-lifeless body was found], we were both very emotional,” says LaHoste. “Moises was in tears. He said, ‘It’s so sad that Matthew will never have what you and I have.’ This whole experience has made me realize what a privileged position we’re in as gay people living in New York and working in the theater and not having to pretend. It’s placed us in a larger world.”

The Advocate, April 11, 2000

From the deep archives: THE BEST LITTLE WHOREHOUSE IN TEXAS, reviewed in 1979

December 22, 2012

On the occasion of Larry L. King’s demise, I dug out the story I wrote on him and the review I wrote for the Boston Phoenix when The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas opened its first national tour there. I guess I got a little obsessed with the show for a while. I did a cover story on Tommy Tune for the Soho News, and I took my mother to see the show on one of the two times she visited me in New York. My review is definitely the work of a young critic (count the cliches — ouch!), but apparently I was a staunch pleasure activist even back then. You can read the review online here.

whorehouse poster

From the deep archives: Performance Diary 9/2/84

June 13, 2012

September 2 – Last night Stephen and I went to see Jeff Weiss at the Performing Garage. Harry Kondoleon joined us, along with Patricia Benoit and her German boyfriend Mark. I gave Harry a tape I’d just finished making for him with many songs he’d requested (Sheila E’s “The Glamorous Life,” Cyndi Lauper’s “She-Bop,” “99 ½,” etc. – he ever so casually asked for things to be in a certain order, which I always take to be firm requests, Harry knows exactly the way he wants things but is a little embarrassed by the force of his will and tries to disguise or downplay it). The running refrain on the tape is Bette Davis saying “She liked it,” from Baby Jane. I called the tape “Labor Day Request Concert.” Harry told me that once he was listening to one of my tapes are rehearsal for The Fairy Garden and John Glover grabbed the Walkman and said, “What are you listening to?” It was just then that the tape was going from the Butthole Surfers (“There’s a time to shit and a time to pray…”) to Frank Sinatra singing with children. John Glover gave it back with a look of horror – Harry was secretly glad to counter Glover’s aggressiveness with something shocking, but he realized the weirdness of him sitting in rehearsal placidly listening to these insane juxtapositions.

Andy Jackness’s set for Harry Kondoleon’s play THE FAIRY GARDEN at the Second Stage Theatre

Jeff Weiss’s show was pretty crazy, too – another version of And That’s How the Rent Gets Paid, this time acted out by a full cast (the first time we saw this, he did all the parts himself – I remember that night vividly, also at the Garage, Tom Waits was there looking autistic), including several Wooster Group people, plus a bunch of really hunky actors, including an amazingly tall (possibly seven-foot) actor named Sturgis Warner who made me dizzy just to look at him, gorgeous, muscular, handsome in a Peter Evans sort of way. The show was a sort of detective caper, with Ron Vawter as a detective tracking down the Finnish gymnast who’s been killing people – of course it’s Connie Gerhardt (Jeff Weiss) imitating a Finnish gymnast. The sick thing about the story is that everyone starts imitating Connie’s pickup lines – the detective acts them out with his teenage songs in grab-ass sessions in the garage. (More kissing, wrestling, and groping – all gay – in this show that any I can remember.) The underlying story was the pathology and tragedy of real actors, with so many personalities trapped inside them – also the personal tragedy for Jeff Weiss of aging, of having worshiped youthful physique and maintaining it unnaturally into his 50s, now crumbling and sweating out time. The most moving, chilling, also bathetic moment was a scene on a bus after a wrestling match when Connie is thinking aloud to a young wrestler (actually his own son, long ago conceived with a lesbian so they could get welfare, named Narcissus) and begging him to run away with him and love him.

Jeff Weiss and Sturgis Warner

At intermission we stood out on the street. A rather bizarre homely straight couple stood against the wall making out and playfully imitating the pickup lines from the play. Three people passing by picked their way through the crowd on the sidewalk and one guy said, “This is like theater in the live.” We chatted a little with Patrick Merla, who was in the audience. He has crossed eyes, very disconcerting to deal with, and an incredibly queeny voice but in some ways he looks very charismatic with his leonine mane and grand manner. While talking to us, he waved at someone and imperiously called, “Come over here.” It was Keith McDermott, a former boyfriend of Edmund White’s who was in the show.

Jeff Weiss reminded me a little of James Leo Herlihy, whom I finally met when Stephen and I went to dinner with him, Joe Frazier, and John Tveit (Joe’s organist friend) in San Francisco. I was surprised to find that I liked Jamie a lot – perhaps because unlike most famous people he didn’t simply grab center stage and hold forth – he was very solicitous and personable. We quickly got into a conversation about altering sex habits to avoid AIDS. He confided that what he loved doing more than anything in the world was sucking cocks, and he’d decided not to do it so often and not to swallow cum anymore. He said whenever the possibility of sex arises, he always finds an excuse to go to the bathroom or be alone for a few minutes to ask himself if this encounter is really worth it – worth the emotional effort as well as possible health risk, or is it just a meaningless impulse – and he finds himself deciding against it more often than in the past. He recently sat by and watched his mother died from cancer, and his roommate/boyfriend in LA has AIDS.

Tallulah Bankhead and James Leo Herlihy

Jamie had a little notebook which he kept taking out to jot down felicitous phrases, even though Stephen says he’s given up writing. He was very impressed (and a little envious) to hear that I’d written my Shepard biography in six weeks while recovering from hepatitis. He loves Sam Shepard, loves movie-star bios. I told him the story Bill Kleb told me about Shepard peeing in a prop toilet during class, and Jamie insisted that I put it in the book – otherwise I would be doing a disservice. “This book is in part a love letter,” he said, “telling Sam Shepard you’re fascinating, you’re talented, you’re pretty, and so on. But it’s also a mirror – you have to say ‘And then there’s this!’ Stars want you to do that.” He said it’s demeaning to be “nice” in one’s writing. He quoted Tolstoy saying “The two things a writer needs are a dirty mind and a good sense of gossip.” He was very encouraging and flirtatious without being overbearing. He described his ass as looking like “a pair of used tea bags.” His second play Crazy October, which he ended up directing, starred Tallulah Bankhead, Estelle Winwood, and Joan Blondell – how unimaginable!

Three pictures of me taken within the space of three weeks in 1984

From the deep archives/photo diary: West Coast, 1986

May 28, 2012

I’ve unexpectedly found myself spending a lot of this Memorial Day weekend looking at old pictures and uncovering all kinds of pleasant recollections.

In the summer of 1986, I went on a West Coast road trip with my friend the late Bob Boyle. We ended up in San Diego, but we started out in San Francisco, where I hung out with my playwright friend Stanley Rutherford in the Embarcadero on his lunch break.

From there we drove down the coast, stopping in Big Sur at Nepenthe

Los Angeles was a big destination, and I was eager to see a whole bunch of friends in a short amount of time. So we all met at a Mexican restaurant. I think this was where I first met the poet and artist Gavin Dillard (center), who was then dating my friend the late Dave Whyte (right).

Also at that same dinner were the late Peter Evans (left), a dear friend of mine from New York, and Rick Fouts (right), whom I first met while standing in line at a theater in LA two years earlier.

From there we proceeded to La Jolla where we spent time on Black’s Beach with Dave and Gavin. Gavin took a bunch of great black-and-white photos of us that day, and I got this shot of him.

In those days, I was friends with Des McAnuff, who was artistic director of the La Jolla Playhouse, and I saw shows Des directed there every chance I could get. He and his wife Susan Berman (above) played with the band (the Cadillac Cowboys, below) in a fun mini-concert after William Hauptman’s terrific play GILLETTE, whose cast included a very young Campbell Scott.

The following summer Des directed Linda Hunt as Dolly Levi in a revival of Thornton Wilder’s THE MATCHMAKER.

Linda is a childhood friend of Stephen Holden’s, and I’d gotten to know her a bit over the years through other mutual friends in the theater. Over dinner she told me about her brief torrid affair with Caryl Churchill.

From the deep archives: I FEEL LOVE

May 20, 2012

In 1980, the first year I lived in New York, Stephen Holden gave me this beloved Donna Summer promo T-shirt. Here I’m wearing it in front of my wall of vinyl at my first apartment on Perry Street. I look a lot like my mother in this photo.

Same day, only now with my beloved feline, Catatious Mona Dumonde

In 1992, at a Body Electric workshop at Wildwood in Northern California, I gave the T-shirt as a gift to Javier Regueiro, pictured here with Collin Brown, then-owner of the Body Electric School. Javier is now a shaman in Peru. Collin lives in Port Townsend, Washington. And Donna Summer is dead, R.I.P.

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