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American Pharaohs

A rather unexpected and stunning turn of events in Chicago city politics – really the only politics that count for anything in the state of Illinois. (Chicago all but runs Springfield and the rest of the state.)

Hizzoner, Mayor Richard M. Daley, “The Son, “(as he is sometimes referred to), as well as “Daley the Second” will not seek re-election at the end of his current term early next year.

He will step down after outlasting his father’s run as Mayor of Chicago by only several months when he does. The important note is that he will have served longer than his father – a stated goal back in the fourth or fifth term when asked how long he would like to go. If Richard M. had run, it would’ve been for a historic seventh term. He was referred to as “Mayor for Life” by most of Chicago’s citizens, some with a sneer, but most in all honesty with a sense of relief. In the City That Works many tax payers slept much easier knowing that a Daley was manning the Fifth Floor, term after term. There really hadn’t been much true opposition to Daley’s re-election campaigns in quite some time. No one in their right mind wanted to tangle with the family name.

That has some to do with the good things that Richard M. did for the city since he took over the reigns back in 1989. But, when you get down to it, the family name stems more from the legacy of  his father – Richard J. Daley, a.k.a. “Daley The First,” or “Boss Daley” and possibly the sudden death of Richard J. while still in office. Richard J. was Richard J. Daley, an American Pharaoh who shaped late twentieth century Chicago in his image by sheer force of will and the unrivaled power of the Democratic Machine. Many believe Richard J. literally put JFK in office, his power within the Democratic National Party was so strong at the time and the legend so entrenched of Richard J. delivering Democratic victories by means both above-board and nefarious.

Father and Son shared many similarities and took the same tack for shaping Chicago with their vision – construction. Never-ending public works, incentives for developers, gentrification – especially with Richard M., the Son, that would run wild through the Windy City’s neighborhoods. Their rule over the city lasted forty-two years out of the past fifty-five. That’s nearly a half-century between father and son leading one of the largest and most powerful cities in all of America. That’s an epic familial legacy. In those shared similarities were both good and bad qualities, traits, and ambitions. Neither man liked to lose a political battle and were willing to hit below the belt to get their way. Both had a clear-cut vision for what the city needed to evolve and grow, both succeeded in implementing these plans and transforming the city into a Chicago on the rise. The Father did so twice – once in the post-World War II boom period of the 50s and again through the Urban Collapse of rust-belt cities in the 70s (Detroit, St. Louis, Cleveland.) Then the Son at the turn of the century, bringing Chicago to the international stage, promoting Arts, the Restaurant Industry, Tourism, and public works (Millennium Park.)

There’s the darker side. Was their graft, cronyism, and other hallmarks of the Machine – even in the Son’s tenure when he claimed the Machine was dead and gone? Most certainly. Chicagoans have seen it everyday of their lives. They expect that behavior. It’s a part of the City and how things are done.  Is some of that behind Daley stepping down now, even though many believed he would at least seek another term? We’ll see. That’s possible. Always possible in Illinois politics. The Feds sniffed around Daley a few times, but the Feds never serve an indictment unless it is a lock and so nothing was brought against the current Hizzoner, just like his father. There are other, personal reasons (anything nefarious is pure speculation.) His wife’s long and difficult battle against breast cancer, the failure to get the Olympics to come to Chicago, and, of course, the spectre of his father’s sudden death in office and a desire to write a different ending for himself.

I would guess Bar Owners throughout the city are rejoicing right now. Daley the second was tough on them and different points in his career. He hated the old school, neighborhood network of street corner taverns and waged war on those establishments often. He froze liquor licenses in the city a long ways back, so that you couldn’t open a new bar. If it didn’t serve food and was a proven restaurant, or was a tavern/bar/club with an existing liquor license, then there was no amount of money you could pour into city hall to make them approve your establishment.

All in all, the news today makes me turn my attention back to THE SCRIPT and stokes my desire to see it come to life some day. It baffles me that, seemingly, everyone’s afraid of making that show right now. Will things change with this sudden shift? I doubt it, but one can dream – can’t they?

It will be interesting to see who steps up to the plate. Many say Rahm Emmanuel will resign from his Chief of Staff post and announce shortly after mid-term elections. He’s openly coveted the job. Either way, Chicago will see its first truly competitive, wide-open Mayoral campaign in over two decades early next year. Now, that will be a race to watch.

Posted on September 8th, 2010 by doc  |  2 Comments »

A Brief Update

Didn’t get over here to Guided By Wire,  last night. As the world is aware, it was the LOST finale. Which clocked in at a whopping, and captivating 4 and a half hours. Right after, I sat down for what I thought would be a quick turn on the boards with the climatic scene for my play, KEPT. Alas, it was not a quick turn at all. Which meant another late, late night as I hammered and chiseled my way through the eleven page scene.

I will make this observation regarding writing for the screen versus writing for the stage, or at least how I write for them. When it’s for the screen, the drafting is primarily about execution. You are constructing something. It has a plan, intrinsic principles, mitigated by the intended medium, that must for all intents and purposes be adhered to, in some degree. You can subvert them, but you can’t completely ignore them. So, the oft used analogy of building a house becomes quite appropriate. You are constructing and at every turn is the question as to how you execute the plan and how you alter it to better construct, always working towards the intended final piece.

In playwriting, at least for me – playwrights if you’re out there, pipe up and join the discussion, or if you have a thought, one and all, please speak your mind – I find the its much more of a discovery. So, when writing for the stage, I find I am on a excavation. An archaeology dig of character, plot, theme and its understanding. I know what I hope will be there, or, let me amend that, what should be there; then I dig – slowly, methodically, always parsing the same patch. Eventually, I reveal and remove, then clean up, polish and present to the world what I’ve been fortunate through my diligence to recover. Where am I excavating? In my experience, not necessarily always my life, but rather my experience of the world and what I come into contact with. Does that make sense? I can extend beyond my immediate place, if I’m willing to do the brain work and legwork (even) to travel there. I don’t mean just to go there, but, rather, to inhabit it – to know it as if it were my own immediate place right now. This can be done for either stage or screen. It’s what “write what you know” means to me. You can know anything, if your willing and driven and daring enough to learn.

So, I was excavating last night. Moving back and forth of the lines. Teasing out points of view and reactions, truths and lies, in the space of a dinner. There’s a different magnetic pull to that kind of work. It’s much more sneaky and circular to me, than drafting on a screenplay or TV pilot, which always feels like forward momentum. Building it up, harnessing it, then driving on the power of it to FADE OUT.

Wow. This isn’t so much a brief update is it?! Ha! (Welcome to what I spend far too many of my days contemplating!)

What I had intended was to let you know, with thanks to quotes that Jason pulled  and posted on his blog, that the junior producer that we did the desert feature screenplay with/for read the first draft and responded in a series of texts:

Holy f@ck the first 35 pages rock! Gallo is very very cool and shady.”

“You guys did a phenomenal job.”

“You boys write fantastically.  The language is loaded with image and expression yet its lean and my eyes blow down the page with ease. You guys did a beautiful job so far and I really believe this could play.”

“F%cking brilliant. Mother f%cking brilliant. Bravo. I loved it.”

Not bad, huh? Means, in the first of three steps, we’re doing pretty good. Always a huge relief to connect that first time up to the plate, makes the rest of the game seem so much smoother. We’ll meet with this producer Wednesday night. Those comments are over several reads that he did, not just one. So, that’s good as well. We’ll get his notes. Hopefully they won’t be involved. Then, we’ll go to his boss, the director of development who worked on the developing the story with us. If he’s on board, then we go up the ladder to the head of the company to see if it’s a go or no go. It’d be great if we sell the script at that juncture, but most likely it won’t quite go that way. At some point though, I’d say we have a decent shot at getting this one across, at least in terms of a sale. Well, actually, I always think that at this stage. We’ll see where it heads from here, after Wednesday.

Have A Beautiful Day….

Posted on May 24th, 2010 by doc  |  3 Comments »

Friday Night Randoms, 4.16.10

Kind of conked out early last night, thus no post. That’s been happening to me more and more lately. I wonder if my body is finally starting to rebel and force me to go to sleep at a more normal hour. We shall see about that!

- Okay. The Cardinals are in first and were looking pretty darn good up until this week. I’m not hitting the panic button yet, but a few trends alarm me. In short order: What happened to Chris Carpenter’s fastball? Is it me, or is the entire right side of the bullpen taking on water already? Apparently, the only way we score runs is by hitting home runs. Will Brendan Ryan find his stroke again? Is Tony mad because their winning, but he can see the warning signs; or this line-up is so non-flexible he can’t switch the batting order around every day to torture the press and keep himself engaged?

- Met an old friend who’s living out here, has been for awhile, works as an actor. He’s been in national commercials, guest spots on shows, and is a company member of Tim Robbin’s Actor’s Gang (or their equivalent, I’m not sure there’s a formal arrangement like most theater troupes.) We met in Silverlake, which was a rare journey to the east side.  George has been out here a lot longer than I have, actually. Anyways, Silverlake feels a lot like Wicker Park in Chicago, so that was fun. I walked up to coffee shop where we met and it was like I was instantly transported back.

- Had a conference call (Jason and I) with the lawyer today. He had spoken with the manager and they had hatched a game plan to go out to Agencies in the next few days, basically pitching us for representation – putting a team together (of Agents) to cover both TV and Feature. It is quite an amazing thing to have these two, experienced individuals out there, doing this for us. Hopefully (say some prayers) it gets us to where we need to go.

-Still want an ipad, really bad!

-Started back in on my play lately. I feel, honestly, quite disconnected from it and, uncharacteristically, nervous about not being able to write the second act. I just need to sit down and blow it out. But, for various reasons, that’s been tricky this week. I would chalk it up to Spring fever, the end of school, too many other things going on; but it’s not really that. In all honestly, it’s just fear. Plain old, boring fear that I can’t fdo it. I can’t finish the thing – which is actually ridiculous. It’s inevitable (not because it’s for a class, but rather because the first is solid enough to dictate the completion of it) that I will finish it.

- I miss my dear friend Tiffany! I could use some theater and a poker night or two. :)

- If you haven’t yet, you should check out Jakob Dylan’s latest solo album, Women & Country, with miss Neko Case featured as a back-up vocalist on most all of the tracks. That’s one of things I love most about Neko, she seems to be willing to go wherever and do whatever – if it it’s intriguing. She’s even going out on tour with Dylan, to sing his songs. I really admire that spirit of collaboration. It is a fantastic quality to have in one’s life.

I think that’s it. For now. More tomorrow.

Posted on April 16th, 2010 by doc  |  2 Comments »

Thank You!

Looks like the public, professional looking blog is about to leave the dock here soon. Very exciting stuff. It’s coming at the perfect time to replace the old me.com family blog on film school life and all things north campus that hit a wall right after Showcase and Spring Quarter last year. Heck, I hit a wall back then. So many new and exciting things on the horizon as I build the bridge out of film school into a professional life with a few trusted collaborators. I’m excited to have any eyeballs – family, friends, and fellow wayfaring strangers travel through and share the thoughts, experiences and stories here. As a writer, I’ve always likened journaling (back in the days before the internets) and now blogging as a kind of calisthenics for the imagination. I hope to incorporate some measure of audio, visual, and words here as I engage more than just the film school life, but also other interests – unknown and known to me now. That may or may not include baseball, food, music, theater, television, movies, the civil war, sailing, california, and los angeles. We shall see.

Anyways, what I do want to say before I get rolling is THANK YOU! To Jason and his friend Joe (who work for Elany Arts)for all the awesome work in making Guided By Wire such a perfect place to work words. I owe you guys for all the wonderful work. The picture is of Francis Ford Coppola, who I have been likened to many times before(just last saturday at screenwriter Terry Rossio’s writing house by Terry (look him up here) for instance and who I’ve drawn some inspiration from at different times in my life. Pretty neat photo, huh? Once afain, THANK YOU! to the those that made this site come alive. It’s definitely something I couldn’t do.

All right. And some how it’s just perfect that Jessica left the first real live comment. Now, I know I have a blog. I still have to read Confederates in the Attic, Jess. I’m on it. I promise!

So what is Guided By Wire? Well, I’ll just start with this and get into why I like it/chose it at a later date. It’s a lyric from one of my most favorite singers, Chicago’s enigmatic noir  chanteuse, Neko Case who, in a word, is dangerous and who’s voice is divine.

Here are the lyrics:

GUIDED BY WIRE    (By Neko Case, from Furnance Room Lullaby)

Voices that did comfort me
Are furthest from my sanity
And come from places I have never seen
Even in my darkest recollection
There was singin’ my life back to me

The life you learn from someone else
That you can only trust yourself
Sometimes that is still too much to want

Gravity won’t get you through the mazes
You can never travel by the way you’ve come

I could never choose the ones to love
And the ones who took the credit left me reelin’
But I owe much to the nameless and all those surrogates
Those who’re singin’ my life back to me

Life is not a constant thing
It’s only made of short stories
I couldn’t even tell you where I’m from
Guided by the voices I’ve deflected
Guided by electric wires’ hum

I could never choose the ones to love
And the ones who took the credit left me reelin’
But I owe much to the nameless
Those who’re singin’ my life back to me

I see you in the future, skippin’ time
While the eyes of all the faithful rest in peace
Yet tonight I see the highway
And someone singin’ my life back to me

So welcome to the place where I’ll collect my short stories and capture the voices of all those faithful singing my life back to me.

Posted on January 20th, 2010 by doc  |  13 Comments »