‘A pas de deux of desire and death, a midlife crisis, a coming of age, and a search for the Fountain of Youth at the resort of the eternally brokenhearted.’

via About — The Grand Paradise.

Quick! Buy your preview tickets now. And, if someone could buy me a ticket and fly me to NYC then that would really be a grand paradise. Hell, I’d accept buying a ticket and then dressing up as me and going to the show. Bonus points for finding my personalised “Guest Check-in Form” that’s going to be in there somewhere (courtesy of Kickstarter Backer rewards). It brings me some degree of comfort that I’m ‘there’ in some form…

Preview tickets now on sale

“Composing Kingsland Ward”

Sometimes, when I’m writing (or thinking about the fact that I should be writing) it helps to transport myself away from my everyday and towards a place where rules are less clear. Listing to this music sample from Third Rail Project’s Then She Fell (Composer: Sean Hagerty) always helps.

(Visit the full post about the sound and music in The She Fell on the Third Rail Projects’ Tumblog here)

Make the Aqua Twin Tank a reality!

Only 10 days to go until the Kickstarter for Third Rail Project’s The Grand Paradise ends. That’s 10 days to help the project reach its final stretch goal: an aquarium to perform in!

I selected the “Deluxe Upgrade Tropical Storm Package” because then I get to be present at The Grand Paradise in some form even if I never make it back to NYC to see it in person…

Have you ever?

‘Our first task as audience members is to use the app to state our own sexuality. We are, unlike the performers, unseen and unaccountable as our fingers flit across our touchscreens and the breakdown is displayed on the projection wall. Other questions follow: “When was the last time you had sex?,” “At what age did you lose your virginity?” The answers feel variously mischievous, unreliable and confessional.’


Reading this (a review of ActNowTheatre’s Zero Feet Away by Ben Brooker) I was reminded of a moment in Third Rail Project’s Then She Fell when I was asked a series of questions about love and lies. I’ve been ‘in’ that particular scene in Then She Fell every time I’ve been to the show and I’ve been struck by how powerfully I’ve wanted to tell the truth each time. I consciously tried to lie once (partly because I felt vulnerable and partly because I wanted to ‘play’ the scene differently that time round) but I just couldn’t do it. It’s an interesting, imagined contrast for me with how I think I would experience the kind of scene being described by Brooker above. Obviously the two productions are trying to do very different things but, perhaps, they have a common interest in intimacy and truth.