bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

froworker

January 15th, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

Noun: a co-worker who becomes a friend; WHAT I FORCE MOST EVERYONE THAT I WORK WITH TO BECOME. 13 days into this Notebook musical workshop and I’m feeling very very grateful for Ingrid, who bakes the world’s best salted chocolate chip cookies, who is both vulnerable and collaborative, who brings me good luck crystals to keep in my bra and essential oils to sniff, who gives me half her orange when I’m staring at it with envy, who deserves nine million Trammy’s for her beautiful work on this project, a Trammy of course being the combo Tony Grammy that will be invented JUST for her.

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why to Instagram

January 3rd, 2020 by Bekah Brunstetter

Instagram is dumb and a time suck and also threatens to make you feel sad about your life for no reason, but then also sometimes it captures these beautiful little bits of humanity. I just recently figured out how to ‘story’ and ‘filter’ and whatever the thing is when there’s a thing on your head that moves, is that also a filter? Is it a quiz? Over Christmas, everyone was doing which Disney character are you? Obviously I was Dory. It was silly and all in good fun until ZELDA WILLIAMS, ROBIN WILLIAMS’ DAUGHTER DID THE FILTER STORY QUIZ, AND GOT THE GENIE, who was of course voiced by her Dad. I didn’t realize how much I loved or missed Robin Williams until I saw his daughter laugh just like him.

Maybe instagram is a dumb, and a time suck, and can make you sad for no reason, and makes you feel like every one else in the world is eating and living and dressing better than you, but also: maybe it’s good at exposing and sharing these tiny moments of Joy.

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I gave Birth

December 10th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I just realized a few days ago that at one point in time, I would’ve been about to have a baby, as our last pregnancy was due on Christmas Eve. I’m actually quite shocked that I forgot this, as I DO love to torture myself with sad facts. But instead of a baby, Christmas 2019 will be the Christmas I had a Santa Play:

South Coast Repertory commissioned me last year, and I immediately knew I wanted it to be a Christmas play. Enter one Christmas issue of Our State Magazine sent to me by One Jodie Brunstetter, featuring an article about all of the different kinds of people who end up playing Santa, and the Ancient Order of Real Bearded Santas — about the friendships in support group slash union for Santas — was conceived, in my brain. At this point, I will DROP the conception / child birth = playwriting metaphors, and just reflect on the fact that my plays really do bring me great comfort. They distract me, make me feel productive; they’re jars for all of my feelings. South Coast hosted a reading of the play last night, and not only did I get to hear it out loud for the first time with incredible actors (Michael McShane and Joe Spano, JUST TO NAME A FEW) but I ALSO GOT TO MEET ACTUAL SANTA:

Technically this is Santa True, a storyteller Santa who’s been helping me with my research, whom I named the main character after — But YOU GUYS, PRETTY SURE IT’S ALL A COVER ACT, AND HE IS HIM, AS LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE COULD BE SUCH A PERFECT SANTA IN EVERY PICTURE TAKEN OF HIM.

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INFO DUMP

October 15th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

In retrospect, September and October 2019 will forever be known as my Country Music period, during which I watched all 16.5 hours of Ken Burn’s documentary and was so in love with it that I wanted to live my life inside of it, so much that AS SOON AS I FINISHED IT, I STARTED IT ALL OVER AGAIN. I love its tiny insights into history, humanity, I love the struggles of its characters and how they fall in and out of love with each other and write songs about it that I’ve spent my life listening to, unaware of the brawls and longings that inspired them. I’ve learned so much, and instead of wandering around the house shouting at Morrison or Cracker HEY, DID YOU KNOW? (which I will definitely keep doing) I’m just going to leave a list of my favorite things, here.

DID YOU KNOW?

  • The Banjo came from Africa, the Fiddle came from Irish and Scotland; early country music is defined by racial tension between black people and white people, but also, they were constantly using each other’s music as if the tension didn’t even exist
  • Merle Haggard was in San Quentin prison serving a 17 year sentence for armed robbery and prison escape when Johnny Cash played a show there. The show inspired Merle to quit to being a ne’er do well, get out of prison early for good behavior, and pursue music
  • Johnny Cash’s song A Boy Named Sue is based on a Shel Silverstein poem
  • Reba Mcentire was a prize winning barrel horse racer before she was discovered singing the Star Spangled Banner at a Rodeo
  • Willie Nelson wrote Patsy Cline’s Crazy. He had a lot of success as a songwriter, but people thought his voice was weird, not country enough. After years of rejection, he moved back home to Texas, did his own thing for his own people, and eventually became country music’s BIGGEST EVER STAR.
  • Garth Brooks was the first country musician to play shows like a rock star. In 1993, he played Texas stadium, which fit 40 thousand people. IT SOLD OUT IN 93 MINUTES.
  • Dolly Parton’s husband worked in asphalt before he retired. He has only been to ONE of her shows, ever. Early in their marriage, after attending a red carpet event with her, he said honey, I want you to have everything that you want, but please never make me go to one of those ever again. (This was not in the doc, this I discovered in an article about Dolly’s marriage, after becoming obsessed with Dolly’s marriage, because of the doc)
  • Vince Gill is the sweetest most gentlest man in history
  • Vince Gill is married to Amy Grant
  • WHAT IS THAT MARRIAGE LIKE
  • WILL THEY ADOPT ME

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Cool Story

October 13th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Morrison got me a Chance the Rapper ‘3’ hat for my birthday this year. Chance wears the hat to represent the Holy Trinity, and also the trinity that is he, his wife and his daughter. Morrison got it for me because I do love Chance, and Chances, and also because we’re both hoping that in terms of babymaking, THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM. Cut to my parents’ visit, we spent much time in the sun, and my Dad didn’t bring a hat, so he ended up rolling around Malibu like this:

AND THE OCCASIONAL LOOKS HE GOT AS AN OLD(ER) (NOT ACTUALLY OLD) WHITE DUDE RAP FAN WERE AMAZING. C’MON PPL, GIVE THE MAN A CHANCE (JOKE)

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Holly

October 1st, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been gradually digesting Ken Burn’s Country Music, which is a gorgeous 17 million hour PBS documentary that walks its audience carefully through the evolution of Hillbilly and Bluegrass music, from the 18th century up through the present. On the walk, you hear original recordings of your favorite country songs, you learn things you never knew about US history, and best of all, Merle Haggard tells you his version of all stories. But of all of the talking heads, HOLLY WILLIAMS IS MY FAVORITE. The granddaughter of Hank Williams, she is so connected to his story, his music, so much so that she herself became a musician. You can literally see his face in hers. When she talks about him it’s as if he raised her, like he didn’t OD at age 29, in the back of his own car, before they ever even met. She’s a vibrantly breathing example of how humans persevere through their offspring, and you can hear and feel it in her music. And if she ever wanted to, say, hang out with me, like drink wine with me in a yard overlooking a holler at sunset and learn me about how important it is to stay connected to ones’ roots, to know the stories that made you inside and out, THAT WOULD BE MOST PLEASING.

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Arrival, Or

September 27th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I received a beautiful bouquet of flowers from a quite reputable film company I have never met with nor worked with, meaning I HAVE OFFICIALLY ARRIVED AT THE HOLLYWOOD PARTY, OR I HAVE A VERY WEIRD AND SELECTIVE AMNESIA, YOU DECIDE

THANK YOU PIPA, ALISSA, AND THE TEAM! I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET YOU OR SEE YOU AGAIN (?)

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LIFE PARTNER GOALS

September 23rd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

WANTED: MAN WHO LOOKS GREAT IN TUX WHO WILL SPEND A FULL HOUR OF THE EMMYS EATING NACHOS IN THE LOBBY WITH ME AND WILL THEN CARRY MY SHOES AROUND AND NOT JUDGE ME AS I PROCEED TO WALK AROUND BAREFOOT MUMBLING ‘OW. OW. OW. OW. OW.’ FOR THE NEXT TWO HOURS

OH WAIT, NM, ALREADY FOUND

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Cause then I’m gonna get a Cocktail

September 5th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

For the last few months, I’ve been absorbing music as either For the Oklahoma TV show, or NOT for the Oklahoma TV show, and mostly what I’m learning is that ALL MUSIC SHOULD BE WRITTEN BY JOHN PRINE, and should be exact if not near replicas of his song, When I get to Heaven: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0EiV423j0M

ie. all music should demand it be danced to, all lyrics should blend both big and small words, all songs should ask big questions in the most quotidian of ways AM I MUSIC JOURNALIST YET?

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HOW TO MAKE ME SOB

August 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m still sorting out why — and surely it has something to do with vulnerability — but NOTHING MAKES ME SADDER / SQUISHIER THAN A SAD OLD MAN. NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING. If he’s sad in a way he will never be able to fully articulate — EVEN SADDER. So me on an airplane watching 89 Year Old Clint Eastwood in what his maybe his last big movie (maybe), The Mule, watching him grow flowers and Not Connect but then Connect with his estranged family — I AM PUDDLE ON THE GROUND OF PLANE, SEEPING SLOWLY BACK TOWARDS THE BATHROOMS.

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