In celebration of Indie Theatre Week (July 23 - July 29, 2012), we asked members of the OOB community to share some of the Indie Theatre moments that inspired them.
Early 2008. We called
ourselves The Heist. It was that
start-up theater company that everyone has in their early 20’s: an assemblage
of fresh-off-the-boat New Yorkers, newly-minted from the ivory tower with unmarketable
liberal arts degrees, full of ambitions and unburdened by skills. We huddled together for security like wintering
penguins, clinging to naïve ambitions and millennial angst as place-holders for
the tangible sources of meaning we had yet to build for ourselves. You know, those people that Lena Dunham has
been so acerbically skewering and about whom everyone has been writing
hand-wringing editorials for the last five years . We didn’t yet have the connections and
wherewithal to produce work in any established channels, so we set out to take
matters into our own hands—hence the name.
As with any good heist, we started when a charismatic leader
got the notion to assemble that super-team of specialists: the bombastic
writer, the calculating director, the technical whiz, the beautiful ingénue,
etc. While they were all long-time
friends and collaborators, I filled the requisite role of the wildcard
outsider, brought in on the good word of a childhood friend to round out the
team for The Big Job. We met late at
night around a long table, heatedly hashing out our schemes to break into the
heart of New York theater. One of the
better pieces of career advice I received from a mentor before moving here was
that I was inevitably going to be involved in starting a number of companies,
mostly made by college friends, built around some concept or other, and that
these would almost certainly fail. Rather,
truly sustainable companies are discovered simply by working with the people
with whom you enjoy collaborating and finding that you have more to do. The Heist was very much the former.
We produced just one play before our inevitable
dissolution. Lo-Fi Songs from the American Night was a monologue cycle which I
co-directed. Our theater was the other
director’s living room, our lighting board two power strips and a dendritic
daisy-chain of extension cords. Working
so completely outside of any institutional frameworks makes apparent that sense
of how in theater we make something out of nothing. It’s why it has always given me the feeling
of getting away with something. Like a
heist, it is a process of Alchemy: the transmutation of ingenuity and will into
gold. Disparate components, meticulously
arranged, can add up to something greater than the sum of its parts. That extropic Mystery is the engine of life,
love, and society, and it is what theater’s microcosmoi are perhaps best at
exploring.
In subsequent years the members of the Heist have all moved
on to greater things. All but one still
make theater (the technical whiz makes more money than the rest of us combined
in computer programming). There are a
whole host of MFAs in various disciplines.
I started a company, AntiMatter Collective with some actual legs. And yet I still
hold onto the Heist as an archetype at the heart of everything I do—we’re still
just bright-eyed kids trying to pull one over on the world and make something
out of nothing.
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Will Fulton is a freelance director, designer, and
dramaturg based out of Brooklyn. He has worked in varying capacities
with 500 Clown, Court Theatre, Target Margin, Jay Scheib, Nick Rudall,
MTWorks, Creative Destruction, M-34, and is a founding member of AntiMatter Collective.
Originally hailing from Boston, he was a member of the 2009 Lincoln
Center Directors Lab and holds a BA in Comparative Literature from the
University of Chicago.
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