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You get what you pay for

Friday, October 16th, 2015
Creators create, that's a given. Words, music, motion, visuals: they make. And appreciators appreciate, when what that creator's made hits and pleases their own receptors: they read, listen, watch, attend; they take part with their energy, because art is a full contact sport. Somewhere in this equation, there's payment. Creators pay with their lives (does that sound melodramatic? A life is made of days and hours; so is art). If you do appreciate a piece of art - if you want it to exist - you should pay for it. The forms that payment can take are varied, and the transaction ought to be satisfying: give till it hurts is bullshit. Give because it's fun. No one has to pay for art. No one has to have art. But if you do want it, then you know what to do: help it happen, make it happen. Pay for it. KatheKoja_2301144  

Appetite must be fed

Thursday, October 1st, 2015
dracula_poster_06_sm It's a book I've read and reread throughout the years - the very first authentic horror novel I encountered; I think I was ten - and now, I've written an adaptation, performative fiction that asks the most essential, the simplest of all living questions: for what do you hunger? Eternal life? Endless beauty? The security of total surrender? If you come to the table, you can ask yourself that question, too. Tickets to DRACULA are available here.  And here's a conversation about the production, in the space where dinner will be served. My definition of hunger has changed throughout those years.

A 30-minute Ring Cycle?

Monday, May 11th, 2015
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA As our commissioning patron Stan Mendenhall notes, "The entire Ring Cycle, consisting of 4 operas (Das Rheingold, Die Walkure, Siegfried, and Gotterdammerung), takes 15 hours to hear in their totality. If we produced all of these and started at 8pm, we would be done at 11am the next day. "We are pleased to announce that ours will be the only 'complete' production of the Ring Cycle in 2015 in the United States. Of course we had to cut corners a bit to get it down to 30 minutes, but ... Dr. Daniel Jordan, our librettist and PhD in Microbiology, and producer/director Kathe Koja ... have reduced the number of characters in the 'real' Ring Cycle from about 36 to 3 (Wotan, Siegfried, and Brunnhilde), and Annie Gallup will be playing sections on the guitar. (Wagner on the guitar? Who knew?)" Musical thrill and thrum, our nimble cast of three - Steve Xander Carson, Egla Kishta, and Jonathan West - plus the set and costume creation talents of Rena Hopkins, a wee Valkyrie drone in the skies and the lush summer landscape all around us  . . . Thirty amazing minutes. We're going to have big operatic fun on the folly. (Folly #2 above, with Daniel Jordan, Kathe Koja, and Steve Xander Carson.)

A reader walks into a book

Wednesday, April 29th, 2015
I get asked a lot why I started creating performance adaptations. Here's an answer.   I feel like I’m still in Wonderland. Puppet Alice A writer's job, and calling, is to create characters and landscapes in which the reader can lose herself, himself, themselves, and emerge energized, blinking, pleasured, disturbed. The one-on-one meeting of reader and page, one mind recreating the story another has assembled. . . It’s a shared and singular intimacy. Films—video, movies—are of necessity much more passive: you engage by sitting and watching. Conventional theatre is sit-and-watch, too. To remake the narrative in the 3D, tactile, sensual world, is a more immediate, and very personal, way of opening the book. Take the text. Take Lewis Carroll’s: now the tiny chairs are piled upside down, it reeks like burned sugar cookie, it’s dark in here. It’s dark on the altar, too, where Christopher Marlowe’s devil who never lies throws down for Faustus’ soul, while in the pews, deadly Sins snatch at your ankles from below. Three bedizened floors beckon at my own Under the Poppy, with perfume and whiskey in the air. And at Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, Cathy’s thoughts are scrawled across the floor, and heaven’s made of cloudy sheets and twinkling lights. I thought, if those Sins touch me I’m going to scream. Lieder_Faustus_29100310 All the words are the writers’ own. I adapt those texts, and, with the rotating ensemble of impassioned actors and artists who make up my performance group nerve, make those words a landscape as near to the heart of the books as we possibly can: offering the audience a way to experience the stories in a fierce and playful, physical, transformative way. And it is transformative. Because the audience ceases to be an “audience” when the Tea Party goes wild, when a floozy flirts with you, when Mephistopheles catches your eye, when you write with painted hands on the walls of the Heights. Your eagerness or hesitation or laughter or silence helps to create the story for you; and for us, all of us who are there, that night, any night. No night is the same at a nerve performance, ever. Sometimes people get offended and leave. Sometimes they won’t leave, even when the performance is over. Sometimes they try to protect one character from another! And sometimes, afterwards, they volunteer, they sign on to help us make the next world. I'm still reeling from THE HEIGHTS. Lieder-Heights-180415_X6 Again and again, patrons say “I’m going to go back and read that book!” or “Where can I get that book?” For THE HEIGHTS we even heard from people who don’t like the Brontë novel, who trusted us to show them a new way into the story. Because nothing we do replaces the actual reading of the book: it’s never meant to, but to enhance, to foster that spark of connection between mind and mind. It was everything I was hoping it would be, and so much more. Lieder_Poppy_090413x2 A story begins with an impression, an inspiration, a feeling. A writer writes. And a curious, adventurous reader finds, considers, and walks into a book.   [All quotes from nerve patrons, from performances of ALI<E, FAUSTUS,  THE HEIGHTS, and UNDER THE POPPY. ALI<E photo: Rena Hopkins. All others: Rick Lieder.]    

On the moors at Gallery 17

Thursday, April 23rd, 2015
gallery17 Heights at G17:door wh g17 site 3 John Sippel and Gallery 17, in Detroit's Russell Industrial Center, opened its doors to nerve to create the urban moors. And we did. The panelled bed at the Heights Heighst at G17 tree 2 2 Heighst at G17 view 3 Heights at G17 30 Heights at G17 29 Heights at G17 31 Apparition[1] I worked with several of our creative volunteers - the Nervous System - to design and fabricate  the constructed actors, the book-trees, the lockets dangling high above. And Steve Xander Carson, Marisa Dluge, and Rachael Harbert took the text of Cathy Earnshaw's words to the floor, and the wall. They made a creature of memories, a book of loss. Heathcliff's calendar Cathy's creature And another book lay quietly in the ground, buried all winter, till its spring rebirth: the text, our text, on which our performance is founded. wh reborn 2 One of our central tenets is "We take space and use it." And we do.

Deep in the words

Monday, April 20th, 2015
Lieder-Heights-180415_X2   In the Examiner's four-star review of THE HEIGHTS, Patty Nolan notes that "Those who love Wuthering Heights will appreciate how the script is true to Brontë’s own words." It is. Her words make the world we've recreated. Lieder-Heights-180415_X1 wh reborn 3 wh reobrn 4 The panelled bed at the Heights WH scrbing the tome 2 Floor painting HEIGHTS 2 At the end of the evening at THE HEIGHTS, a willow basket heaped with copies of Wuthering Heights is set out, and patrons are free to take one if they wish. And they do wish - the basket's already had to be replenished, two shows in. Because the words make the world.   WH floor 7