… especially if I focus on certain things like my upcoming appearance in Tony Fitzpatrick’s play “Stations Lost” at Steppenwolf Garage or the recent string of great gigs we’ve been rocking lately or the recent flurry of social events I’ve managed to leave my diva cave to attend. Life is shit if I focus on my mountain of debt, my weight and my aching knees. But why even go there? I’ve decided to accentuate the positive for my own sanity’s sake!
These days I find myself doing a balancing act between feeling completely insane and completely empowered. And what about the “in-between?” I say: Fuck it!
I’ve started working with the final script of “Stations Lost” and I swear as much as this piece is a way for Tony to work out some of his own stuff, it is a test for me. He has so much faith in me. He almost has me believing it! I went into this with the consolation that most of the burden of the show is on Tony. He has to do all of the work: the memorization, the blocking, the bulk of the presentation. I am there for support but having read the script I see what I can offer and it’s huge. Tony is a soul man and we will be a perfect compliment. His faith in me has restored or rather brought out my faith in myself. All of the other elements are old school, real and totally professional: John Rice (guitarist) Stan Klein (Tony’s business manager and straight man)
Ann Filmer (director, dramaturg and founder of 16th Street theater), the video and sound design is solid and terrific. There is going to be magic made on North Halsted Street next month.
I am most grateful and excited.
