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Actor, Puppeteer, and Teaching Artist

Episode 2: A New Hope

The first question most people ask about dying is, “was there a light? Anything?” What they mean is did you cheat and get any answers to bring back. The answer for me, as the answer has been for any folks who’ve made a two-way trip, is no. It’d have been great if the faulty wiring in my cardiac region led to me being deputized as a messenger angel, but no such luck this time out. I’m a narrative driven person. I am lover of stories even discounting my Christian upbringing, which sort of doubles down on living your life by a story. Every bit of my life dresses in characters and arcs and emotional roil of one kind or another. What dying did for me was flip on the work lights. Nothing de-romanticizes life quicker than dying due to electrical failure out of nowhere. I’m not suddenly divorced from a life

Herein Will I Imitate the Sun

My extended cardiac pause at the end of last year was cause for reflection, which I think most folks would find pretty common. That period of reflection combined with a political environment running so hard against what I believe to be my and my broader community’s best interests left me reeling a bit. Is this political moment a call to more explicit political action? How can I improve the community in a more direct way? And how do I define that community in this new place?

Root Root Root for the Home Team

The current conversational content at my house breaks down pretty simply. It’s approximately 11% making fun of me for dying; 6% what’s for dinner; 43% cats, cat behavior, cat functions, and doing impersonations of the cats; 3% about enhancing verticality in theatre communities to better simulate a neural network of intelligence and talent (which is just me monologing after Megan goes to bed); and  37% about immersive theatre. Megan has been fascinated by immersives and their brethren since Punchdrunk infected her with Sleep No More years ago. Taking her love of video games and crossing them with her love of performance art seems like a pretty sure way of making sure she’s paying attention. Despite her love of immersives, travel to go see them, and meticulous deconstruction of their inner workings… she had never managed to get me to one. She did her damnedest to get me in to Third

He’s a Conspirator!

And we’re back with Episode 7 of our slow out into the Twin Cities theatre community. Tonight I open Julius Caesar, the first part of this season’s “Spring Rep”  with the Classical Actors Ensemble. Tomorrow we go even bigger with a two show day, opening Macbeth to make the pair. It’s perhaps a little odd to celebrate your third (and fourth) show(s) in a city, but – at the risk of sounding like a baseball fan parsing a hitter’s batting average on Sundays at home when it rains – tonight I open my first show in town that I’m not part of because I know my wife. My first two shows in town were great experiences, and I was a valuable part of both of them, but my involvement had an awful lot more to do with my knowing Megan, my infinite availability, and my price more than something I inherently brought to

Plan Rocker Show Stopper

Theatre producers seem to live in a permanent terror about the pending Ragnarok. It may be that most of the theatre makers I know don’t have even 60 days cash on hand never mind a liquid operating fund, but it seems that they are always looking to paint innovation onto whatever mission they already have. That they’re seeking to continue doing theatre that they enjoy making while shoehorning in whatever the kids like these days. Since the Gossip Girl-ification of Sleep No More immersive has become as hot as a theatrical fad can be, with even pretty tepidly dramaturged lobbies trying to claim ‘immersiveness’. I’ve heard calls since I began blogging in 2006 to increase audience ownership of the performance and performance space. Bromides about relaxing rules, expectations and essentially eliminating the silent sanctuary in theatre that emerged with the naturalism of the last century. This all gets phrased as though theatre makers

Sweet Creature of Bombast

You don’t get to script your endings… Willie Mays as a Met, Dwight Evans as a Baltimore Oriole, Joe Montana as a Kansas City Chief – I actually couldn’t tell you what colour Jerry Rice was wearing when he stopped playing football. It doesn’t change their story. Not really. Not in any material way. But it’s narratively disappointing . We’ve been well trained to want our fairy tales to end with a wedding not a marriage. I didn’t really get to script my ending with Austin theatre. The timing just didn’t work out. We’re decamping earlier than I thought, so making Trouble Puppet’s Frankenstein my final show as intended simply wasn’t feasible. Instead my final curtain call in Austin will be as Falstaff. It was an honor unlooked for and there an end. I don’t know that there is a more suitable end than playing a galactically outsized dirtbag Shakespearean clown outside

Purge

Over the course of a couple of days this week I watched a livestream of someone cleaning up his Facebook profile. And it was riveting. As part of the Austin-based performance/art Fusebox Festival Brian Lobel recreated his Purge performance art piece with two local performers. The piece consists of the performer/subject sitting in front of a rotating panel of three people and defending their relationship with each of the people on their Facebook friends list for one minute. At the end of the minute the panel decides whether or not the person will remain on the friends list. It sounds like a really dull sort of game show. It sounds like the sort of pretentious grad school performance art that even folks on my performance art friendly social media feeds mock for being a sketch version of performance art. I watched like 6 hours of it. It was spellbinding. The premise

Friday Five: Oct. 31

1. All of Megan Kimber‘s stuff (currently has an exhibition up at Greyduck Gallery) 2. The Berlioz section of Chagall’s Paris Opera House Ceiling 3. Christina the Ghost Art Doll Figurine from Shain Erin: 4. The weather is relaxing into habitable and I am tired in my bones… I would love to spend some time reading something engaging without being bitten by anything or sweating and drinking a Negroni made with Navy Strength Genius Gin. I admit it it’s these cherries that sold me… 5. This right here? THIS is a coffee machine.

Friday Five: Oct 24

1. This entire series of figures from Marina Rubinke is so macabre I almost feel guilty linking you too them.   2. Look. I’m Late to the party but Nick Cave’s Red Right Hand is effectively the theme to The Strange Case of Edward Hyde and Doctor Jekyll that I open next week with Trouble Puppet… I mean… yeah. 3. Conrad Roset’s Cicuta Part of his Muses set.  [The People’s Print Shop!] 4. “WORN OUT” BY PALESTINIAN ARTIST IYAD SABBAH   5. Jason Brueck’s A Prayer to Genevieve    

The End of 2012.

  The year two thousand twelve. Chronologically.   1: Messenger No. 4 (or How to Survive a Greek Tragedy)   2. My first tattoo   3. Tis Pity She’’s a Whore   4. Rose Rage   5. Birth of Athena   6. Cape Cod   7. Weekend in Utopia   8. Doctor Faustus   9. Quills   And so ends 2012. The least balanced most selfish year of my life. In many ways it was a rewarding successful year, in many ways a frustrating altogether too quick year. If you are a friend or family member I likely shorted you this year. I know. I’m working on it. To a more balanced, more focused 2013.

Talk About What’s Good

Oh internet, fetid firehose of information and unwashed humanity, you so confound and delight. If you plug into the pipeline and crank the valves fully open you get poleaxed first by the volume of content, then by the raw negativity of the content. If you think that your contact time with that negativity doesn’t change your outlook on the world you’re being naïve. You are what you consume. I’m not going to deny that a fine appetizer of schadenfreude or a butter-ladened dessert of partisan bile is fun for you and it can be a nice treat. Nor am I suggesting an Oprah-style giveaway of Pollyanna glasses for a trying time (“YOU get culture blindness!” “YOU get culture blindness!”).Roblox Free Unlimited Robux and Tix Life can be difficult. Art creation can be difficult. Excel spreadsheet creation can be difficult. Making/finding/keeping money can be difficult. The question becomes: Why sit in the  filthy

Friday Five

1. While trimming our tree on Saturday afternoon, I came many beautiful decorations which were Mike’s before we were even a couple. One of them was the “Mike Angel,” a gift from our friend Sandra from 1999. The “Mike Angel” was a hilariously funny addition to our tree for years. She made it out of a styrofoam ball and orange yarn and it really looks just like Mike Young. So, Saturday, Baxter found it and said, “What’s this?” And I said, “Do you think it looks like anyone?” and he said, “Daddy Mike?” I told Bax all about it and how much we loved it and used to have it on our tree when we lived in Philly. Read the rest. Baxter is a kid like I imagine most of the folks who would read a post like this were. Merry Christmas. 2. Peter Greenaway. Last Supper. Do you need

Friday Five

1. Steampunk, check. Shadow puppets in front of the magic lantern styling, check. The Mysterious Explorations of Jasper Morello! 2. Paper crafts. Like doctorate level paper crafts from Peter Callesen. 3. Haunting work from Fuyuko Matsui 4. I love smart t-shirts: 5. Steam Punk RECORD PLAYER:

Tell the Truth

Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher’s film The Social Network had a tidy little weekend this weekend scooping up $22.5M. I enjoyed the film very much but this post isn’t about that. I saw the film, as I see most of the films I see, at the Alamo Drafthouse. The Drafthouse is an Austin institution (coming soon to a New York near you?) that along with serving beer and pub grub (or better) while you watch the movie is known for the special event programming and for their custom made pre-shows. Tim League and his minions cut together preshow montages relevant to the feature you are about to see. In the case of say Spiderman III: The Wrath of Plot you might see the Turkish Spiderman and a clip from Spider man and his Amazing friends and something from Electric Company… For The Social Network we were pretty much bombarded with

Vanity thy name is…

My good friend Will Hollis Snider recently answered an emergency call for headshots newer than my junior year of college. That ol’ headshot was fine (or a reasonable facsimile of fine) through the last time I auditioned for someone other than my good friend Will Hollis Snider…. That headshot: Is pretty well out of date at this point. It’d been four years and several hard roads since that last audition. I was reading last Saturday for someone not my good friend Will Hollis Snider and thought that I should act as though I had heard of professionalism so took advantage and headed down to WHS’s swinging South Austin pad. That Will is good. We shot for about an hour and he played with some light. We got three great shots: The super serious artist blah blah blah – or as my wife put it, like I was trying to play

Friday Five!

1. Raymond Carver Mad Libs! (from Yankee Pot Roast)   2. A great series of maps with a graphical representation of demographic locations in the top 40 American cities. Below is Austin. (via Fast Company)   3.   4. Pouring Lamp from Yanko Design   5. An night to remember for always – Filmgoers watch Buried from their interred coffins.   .

So pretty: Christmas is coming!

My apartment was recently foreclosed on leading to a quick search through the listings in case we weren’t able to stay in our current home. We were able to stay on but I still browse the listings occasionally Currently on the market? 3900 Pearce Rd Austin, TX 78730 $3,850,000 7 Bedrooms 8 Baths 12,000 Sq.Ft. Is four Million dollars too much to pay for this much pretty? No. No it is not. The estimated monthly payment is a skritch above $15K: Foyer! Entertainment…. chamber.. torium? Kitchen! Dining Room Wine Cellar Billiards Salon Movie Theater Master Bedroom [EDITED TO ADD: “Where the Magic Happens”] Reading Nook Master Bath/Swim Facility Hallway… Viewing deck? Sweat Closet! Guest Room Spare Bathroom Sitting Room Guest room for guests we like! Coffee Nook View View! Lagoon! View! Bar! I would let Megan fix the lighting.

Lonestar!

Sometimes social media metrics analysis site Klout.com partners with companies to offer Klout Perks(tm). In this case FOX wanted folks with “entertainment blogs” and a social media presence to preview their new fall television Lonestar. To facilitate this viewing they send out a screener DVD and a whole bunch of things with Lonestar printed on them:Movie All Is Lost (2013)     Well there was nothing to it but to have folks over, make waffles (or have waffles made for you) and watch this disc with a bunch of elitist theatre folks because FOX lumped a theatre blog/SM Media presence together with general entertainment blogging presence.   This is orange juice, corporate bacon (bacon prepared on the microwave tray so it comes out perfect and straight every time) and waffles prepared by Ms. Amanda scraped with a touch of Nutella, a sprinkle of cayenne, a sprinkle of cardamom and a

Ennui, Extra Pickles

It has been a terribly odd year. In many ways this has been a banner year, continuing a string of banner years. Little of that has had to do with any great effort on my part. As I try to get some traction on my burn out and actually produce something I leave you with Veda Hille singing what the slog sounds like in my brain right now. Veda Hille – Oh, the Endless Fog! I’m not so old I act so old must straighten up and soldier on give no care to what they’re thinking you never know, you think you know you know so much, it all pulls up you just take it and keep going http://travisbedard.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/17-Oh-the-Endless-Fog.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

A Startling Revelation

I am a terrible correspondent. I mean world-class bottom-of-the-barrel correspondent. Phone, email, letter, telegram, message in a bottle…. I am excruciatingly bad at returning communication. Which is a bit surprising given the number of words that I churn out in a given month but what it is really? Busted linkage. I am absolutely responding to you. I am really reading everything you send me, thinking about it deeply, and formulating a response to you, often several, often for weeks… It just doesn’t always make it into some sort of medium and make it to you. Aaron Sorkin occasionally uses a device to allow for narration and direct author comment on situations. One of the characters will be writing a letter to a family member and “explain” a situation to them over the course of an episode. I am rewatching Sports Night right now and Sorkin uses Jeremy’s letters to Louise

Howl again

I have been interested in the art of the every day for some time. In March of 2002 I posted as a culmination of a few different posts: We all have in us what Ginsberg threw on a page 40 years ago, we all have the rage, and pain, and love, and vitriol, and joy, and lust and hate, and wonder that makes Howl a touchstone for a movement. If each of us were even able to write out the one verse that is true. The one stanza that is Us without the mask, we would have created something equally beautiful and horrible – a testament for posterity. Everyone needs to howl. With a consistent trend through earlier this week when I posted on Twitter: Is this a golden age of individual creation or do I just have the most interesting friends in the world? I am surrounded by creation.

Old Traditions of New Media

I have been “blogging” since the spring of 2001. Of course the rank and file didn’t call it blogging back them, I was keeping an online journal, which sounds even more horrifying in retrospect. A refugee from a poetry circle (I know!) on a community website called ECircles, we moved to Livejournal because of its robust community features. Which, along with hard lessons about the lack of privacy even a pseudonym and miles of fiber provide , is the best thing that could have happened. I met a couple hundred interesting people, and a couple of dozen that I would call friend. Over the 8 years I was active we lived the 00’s with one another through marriage, and children (real and theatrical) and school and grad school and 9/11 and two wars… We were a nerdy little family. In my particular nerdy little family there was an understanding that

Another Dark Corner

Several times over the last year since I combined my personal blog with the Cambiare Productions blog I have expressed to Will that I wished I had someplace to complain about all of the things that annoyed me or to link the news articles or stories that I ran across in my endless quest to read the entire internet every day. Simultaneously I would whine that I was paying for my domain for nothing, and MAN did I wish I had something to put up on TravisBedard.com. Never let it be said that I don’t come around eventually. Politics, sports, current events, light technology and mockery of stupidity will be our stock in trade. Personal storytelling that would be inappropriate on the Cambiare Productions site, along with an easier way to look at items shared from my Google Reader and Tumblr. There’ll be some ramp up, but I think we’ll

Head Shot and Resume

Download Printable Headshot/Resume (PDF) 2019 The Ever and After The President Theatre Pro Rata Sofia Lindgren Galloway Stuck in an Elevator With Patrick Stewart II : The Wrath of Fandom Daniel Jimmies Theatre Cosmic Kevin Houle God of Carnage Michael Lex Hamm Community Theatre Sara Skar 2018 A/Part (Workshop) Guide Playable Artworks Margo Gray Cyrano on the Moon Cyrano Red Dice Collective (MnFringe) Mason Tyer Measure for Measure Pompey (and Varrius) Assistant Director Theatre Unbound Kate Powers  2017 ValleyScare Judge Valleyfair Joel Sass 2016 If My Feet have Lost the Ground Video Puppeteer Open Eye Figure Theatre (Torry Bend Productions) Torry Bend Macbeth / Julius Caesar (Repertory) Angus / Citizen 1 / Company  Classical Actor’s Ensemble Joseph Papke / Randall J. Funk A Midsummer Night’s Dream Egeus / Snout  Classical Actor’s Ensemble Michael Kelley Merchant of Venice / Volpone (Repertory) Gratiano / Avocatori Classical Actor’s Ensemble Kate Powers / Joseph Papke 2015 1

: Press – Other

Personal: Guardian on 7 Jewish Children Guardian Coverage of Rehearsal vs. Stage Technique Austin Chronicle personal feature (Dan Solomon) Academic Papers:  Tizzano – On Seven Jewish Children: Explicitation and Implicitation in terms of ideology  Stef Craps: Holocaust Memory and the Critique of Violence in Caryl Churchill’s Seven Jewish Children: A Play for Gaza

– Press Morgue

  The Wars of Heaven (Pt. 1) Iarath / Company  Trouble Puppet Directed by Connor Hopkins “Travis Bedard’s voicework gives magical life to his characters” – David Glen Robinson CTX Live Theatre – Michael Meigs Austin American Statesman Austin Chronicle American Theatre Magazine Changelings Magus Kemp Vortex Theatre Rudy Ramirez “Travis Bedard is Magus Kemp. None dare call him Professor, and Kemp warns us that he being him is like you being you on a quarter-tab of mescaline at all times. Bedard embodies Kemp with the apparent glee of one who has finally found a role he sought for years. Hardy and Bedard create a character of whom the producers of the movie Ghostbusters would be deeply envious.” – David Glen Robinson “And while there really are no weak links in this talented group, standout performances are also given by Ray, McLemore, and Travis Bedard.” – Elissa Russell The Strange

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