













Partially as research for our next project (but mostly for fun), we hosted a parlour game party in a dimly-lit club room not far from the county jail. About twenty games were played over the course of Saturday evening--archaic games of Victorian origin that in all likelihood haven't been played in a very long time... games like "The Stool of Repentance," "Poor Pussy," and "Knight of the Whistle." Punch was quaffed, forfeits were paid, piggies squeaked loudly, and raisins were set ablaze.


Three sources of inspiration during the trip:
1. Dirty Danny, the World's Filthiest Homosexual. We read about Dirty D in Carlos's favorite magazine. Dirty D hasn't washed himself since 1977. He has seldom met an equal in filth. He hates cleanies. Even though we continued to shower on a daily basis, D's commitment to his extreme life practice gave us the motivation to put on the best show possible.
2. YELLOW BURRITOS from the Town & Country convenience stores. A better 4th meal than Taco Bell could ever hope to provide, these deep-fried beauties put us to bed each night dreaming of elementary school cafeterias.
3. The amazing hospitality of our Marfa hosts. Let it be known that the Rubber Repertory has never been treated so well in our five+ years of existence. We were provided with fruit from local orchards, muffins every morning, local craftsmen to help build our set, and a steady stream of good advice. It's no wonder that Carlos seemed a bit choked-up when he declared: "This must be how artists are treated in Europe!" Oui, en effet. Oui, en effet.

Many months later, footage from Rubber Rep's passage on the Xingolati Groove Cruise has surfaced on YouTube. Here's you'll see Mr. Z and Co. outside the windows of the ship's restaurant dancing with their favorite rubber props. Thanks to California for providing the scenic backdrop.



If you've seen A THOUGHT IN THREE PARTS, you probably remember the moment when the Bob character sprays a terrible amount of semen (a sticky concoction of pineapple-coconut-soy juice) all over the actors AND one or two lucky souls in the front row. During a particularly memorable performance last weekend, the man who got sprayed leapt from his seat in horror and ran almost all the way up the aisle of the theatre, grabbing a newspaper somewhere along the way to use as a shield. It seemed like something off of Candid Camera or TV's Bloopers and Practical Jokes. In the lobby after the show, the man was overheard saying, "I'm never gonna do that to a woman again!"
"It's not enough, Judy. I expected more."Wallace Shawn's A THOUGHT IN 3 PARTS opens May 4 at the Vortex.
Here are a few photos from the somewhat secret show in our apartment last night. Thanks to Jonathan Ames, Little Stolen Moments, and Wayne Alan Brenner for entertaining so throroughly. Although Mr. Ames landed in Austin a bit sleep-deprived (after spending the previous 48 hrs. hanging out with Marilyn Manson), he was every bit as funny and engaging as we've come to expect. He mourned the decline of pubic hair on women and told stories about wearing a corset as a child, attending New Jersey's worst rehab facility, almost making love to a vagrant dwarf, and receiving psychic messages from Joyce Carol Oates. There was a lot more, of course, but that should give you a pretty good idea of the evening's scope.


Brace yourselves. We’re having open auditions for Wallace Shawn’s A Thought in Three Parts on February 10th, with callbacks to follow on February 11th.