Back in May, a drunken walk home led to myself and my friend Jason McIntyre starting a theatre company. For our first production we decided on a few criteria: the play should be funny, it should be relevant to what’s going on in the world today, and it should be written by a female playwright. Almost immediately my mind went to Paula Vogel and The Baltimore Waltz.
Paula is a writer whose plays I have been championing for years. Her ability to take insurmountably huge topics - AIDS, domestic violence, anti-semitism - and handle them with such care and precision has always left me in awe of her work. Paula’s plays are joyous, magical, crushing, devastating - all at the same time.
Having the opportunity to work on this play, with this creative team, and this cast has been one of the most joyful experiences of my life. I care about everyone who made this show possible dearly, and even at my lowest I always looked forward to rehearsal. There is, simply put, no experience in life better than making art surrounded by dear friends.
While the backdrop of the play is ostensibly the AIDS Crisis – a prognosis that is different now than it was in the 1980s - I think there are many parallels that can be drawn between that time in history and today. Republican senators in the 1980s attacked the National Endowment of the Arts by pointing to queer artists - such as Robert Maplethorp - as reasons to cut funding to the NEA. In today’s political climate, conservative politicians have used topics such as drag shows, trans women in sports, and - here in New Brunswick - reviewing Policy 713 as ways of stirring up their base, dog whistling their bigoted beliefs, and attacking queer identity publicly.
We cannot discuss the backdrop of this play without also discussing Carl Vogel. Paula wrote this play shortly after his passing from HIV and AIDS and he is quite literally a character in this play. Taking on the mantle of playing a stand-in for the playwright’s dead brother is no small task, and I can quite confidently say: there is no one in the world I would trust with this role more than Alex Rioux. One theme you may notice throughout this play is the power of language. I think one of the beautiful aspects of language in this play is it forces every company who puts on this play to talk about Carl in the present tense. Carl is going to Europe. Carl has had the opportunity to live on and travel the world because of this play. This weekend Carl gets the opportunity to see the sights and sounds of Fredericton, New Brunswick. Welcome Carl.
March 1987
Dear Paula:
I thought I would jot down some of my thoughts about the (shall we say) production values of my ceremony. Oh God - I can hear you groaning - everybody wants to direct. Well, I want a good show, even though my role has been reduced involuntarily from player to prop.
First, concerning the choice between a religious ceremony and a memorial service. I know the family considers my Anglican observances as irrelevant as Shinto. However, I wish prayers in some recognizably traditional form to be said, prayers that give thanks to the Creator for the gift of life an the hope of reunion. For reasons which you appreciate, I prefer a woman cleric, if possible, to lead the prayers. Here are two names: Phebe Coe, Epiphany Church, the Rev Doris Mote, Holy Evangelists. Be sure to make a generous contribution from the estate for the cleric.
As for the piece of me I leave behindd, here are your options
I would really like good music. My tastes in these matters run to the highbrow: Faure's "Pie Jesu" from his Requium. Gluck's "Dance of the Blessed Spirits" from Orfeo, "La Vergine degli Angeli" from Verdi's Forza. But my favourite song is "I Dream of Jeannie," and I wouldn't mind a spiritual like "Steal Away." Also perhaps "Nearer My God to Thee." Didn't Jeannette MacDonald sing that di-vinely in San Francisco?
Finally, would you read or have read A.E. Housman's "Loveliest of Trees"?
Well, my dear, that's that. Should I be lain with Grandma and Papa Ben, do stop by for a visit from year to year. And feel free to chat. You'll find me a good listener
Love,
Brother