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

Oklahoma; Okay

July 28th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m sure you already know this because it is OBVIOUSLY HOUSEHOLD INFORMATION, but I’ll say it anyways:  Lynn Riggs was a part Cherokee playwright from Oklahoma, who wrote the play Green Grows the Lilacs, on which the Musical Oklahoma! is based.  In his Hollywood days, he was buds with Bette Davis Joan Crawford and often served as a ‘non romantic’ escort for them to Hollywood things, because he was gay, which wasn’t particularly Okay in OK in the 20s and 30s — and APPARENTLY IS ALSO NOT OKAY NOW. Some 60 years after his death, a mural of his face went up on the side of Tulsa’s Equality building — and somebody vandalized it with the word ‘abomination.’ HOW DID THE COMMUNITY RESPOND, YOU ASK? With a reading Lynn’s poetry, by local playwrights, historians, LGBTQ community members. In 95 degree heat. Just to honor and stand by him. OKLAHOMA, OKAY!

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I AM HERE (?)

June 6th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Public Servant opens tonight and sadly I am not there, because I can’t be Everywhere, so I’m across the country wishing it Well.  But I dreamt last night that I WAS there, but I was a hologram, I was a projection from a machine I couldn’t see, I was sitting in the rehearsal room in Pajamas watching the actors prepare, and whenever anyone spoke to me I said I’m so sorry, I’m not really here, and so I’m left to wonder, AM I HERE? AM I TRULY ANYWHERE?

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Theater as Theater

May 29th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

As a Theater Person, I see a lot of Theater — this trip: Oklahoma! and Hadestown, both remarkable in their own ways and deserving of all of the accolades, BUT — regardless of what I’m seeing, I always have moments of disconnect whenever something super theatery happens. Classic theatery happenings:  someone walking very slowly with an elongated gate from one side of the stage to the other. Someone lifting a chair VERY SLOWLY so that it looks like it’s slow motion. Someone looking out into the audience with profound tears in their eyes, but we’re not quite sure why. I always resist these moments, which is largely unfair, as theater IS theater, but — I think I want to be tricked. I want to be led into a scene so simply and magically that I don’t even know I’m watching a play, because I AM INSIDE OF IT, I live in a world where chairs Fly.

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DAD VIBES

May 25th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I wrote my next play, Public Servant, for many reasons, perhaps too many? Because don’t we change  as we live and so the play must change, as it Lives? But one of the main reasons was to humanize — not glorify, just humanize —  the Politician, not the US Senator, per se, but the local government Politician, specifically the County Commissioner, which my Dad served as for many years. It’s loosely based on  his early days in politics, the difficulties of raising a family while also working another job and also trying to run a county and please everyone (impossible.) The character is of course not fully my Dad, but inspired by. And so when I showed up yesterday, mid-tech, having had zero input on costumes, I WAS DELIGHTED TO FIND THIS:

I CAN FIND NO PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE BUT I SWEAR TO YOU MY DAD HAS WORN THIS EXACT OUTFIT. But just so we’re all clear, and just so we give respect and context where they are due, HE ALSO OFTENTIMES LOOKS LIKE THIS:

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(MISSPELLED) CAKE POSTERS FOREVER

March 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

NO BUT REALLY DID YOU THINK I WAS DONE TALKING ABOUT CAKE? *NEVER NOT DONE / DRIVES TO DMV / CHANGES NAME TO CAKE*

The Cake is currently backpacking around America like a dang college drop out.  It’s currently in rehearsal in Fayetteville, NC,  Sarasota, Florida and Lake Dillon, Colorado.  I would like to please draw attention to Colorado’s phenomenal poster:

THE CAKE WAS DESTROYED / THE BRIDES WERE PLACED BACK ON TOP / WILL I EVER TIRE OF LOOKING AT POSTERS OF THIS PLAY / IS THIS A TIME LOOP / AM I ACTUALLY ALIVE / WHO IS BEKAH BRUNSETTER (?)

 

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VERY SUBTLE, GOD

March 10th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night I found myself in a not unfamiliar and very overdramatic place, a place I like to hang out in basically after each of my plays debuts in New York —   spiraling about my ability to write, wondering if I would ever do it again. I decided to look for more bad Cake reviews, searching for confirmation that I am, in fact, a shallow hack that should go crawl under a couch and or / go back to customer service. AND WHAT, YOU ASK,  DID I FIND? I suddenly have a  Wikipedia Page . A long and thorough wikipedia page, with  a section for Early Works. A page that includes not one but quotes from ALL of my bad Times reviews, but still, a page that steps through my whole career thus far, from overwritten one acts in festivals to TV awards nominations, my marriage to actor Morrison Keddie (my favorite part.) And I remembered that every time I feel for the tiniest of moments that I can’t do it anymore, that it’s all been a lie, that I am the empress really wearing no clothes at all — I get some little sign to keep going. The timing is always so sharp, it always feels as if I’ve written it. HI, SIGN. THANKS FOR THE NUDGE.

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Come back

February 15th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Dear the two People who walked out during my play:

Was it something I said, or didn’t say? What is it something I did?

Is it just me? Or did you just have to pee?

Were you just hungry?

Do you want to be followed? Should I follow you?

Should I follow you home and into your house? Should I ask you to show me your heart?

Should I lean in while you show me?

Should I then get up abruptly and leave?

Would you follow me?

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CAKE OF THE WEEK

February 13th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

HUGE NEWS: MTC Stage Management has been doing a CAKE OF THE WEEK all through the rehearsal process, with PICTURES AND FUN FACTS for all to read.

BRB HAVE TO GO PICK UP PIECES OF MY HEART OFF THE FLOOR

(IT EXPLODED)

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Why I’m Tired

February 2nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I hate it when people are like, I’m so busy and tired, here’s why I’m so busy and tired, and yet, I feel compelled to document the absurdity that was January. And so I’ve gathered these facts, for my own amusement, and maybe yours:

January 4th, my last This is Us episode started pre-production.

Jan 6th, The Cake started rehearsal in NYC.

January 10th-11th, the This is Us writers went to Vegas where I ate all of the tequila and the hotel moaned all night like it was crying, preventing any sort of sleep.

January 12th, I (with consistent help from Morrison, who managed to turn it into a weird game) started shooting myself up with hormones twice a day, in hopes of harvesting some eggs / making us some embryos at the end of the month.

January 15th my episode started filming. I gave myself shots each morning and night, worked 12 hour days, grew increasingly tired and perhaps emotional, but perhaps maybe it’s normal to sob when you pass teachers protesting in the rain? I stole naps when I could. I tried to focus. I humbly ate from whatever trough of mashed potatoes was provided between scenes.

January 21st my episode wrapped.

January 22-27 I spent each day at the doctor, getting bloodwork and ‘wandwork,’ if you will, increasing hormone dosages, crying at fingernails, drinking whole grain goldfish crackers like vitamin water.

January 28th I went under, eggs came out (TO GREAT SUCCESS / MORE ON THAT LATER.)

Jan 29th I flew to NYC with IV tape gum still pulling at my arm hairs to check in with The Cake, watched three days of run-throughs, gave notes,  continued to try and understand and communicate my play, saw some shows, saw some favorite people, ate meatloaf alone, had some meetings about some potentially very exciting new things. Last night, I got to the airport, found an empty outlet, dropped my things, collapsed onto a weird stool and just sat there, and realized, that I was exhausted.

And just for a moment I wondered, Why?

REALLY BEKAH? REALLY? WHY?

And then I realized that I was so tired because my dreams are coming true, sort of slowly and immediately at the same time.  And then I realized that when dreams come true, it’s exhausting. And then I decided: if you’re not careful, you’ll actually  miss your own dreams coming true. You’ll confuse them with fatigue. Then I decided to forever try and associate Tired with dreams coming true. Except of course when I am actually, really just tired, in which case, I will just GO TO SLEEP. GNIGHT, SEE YOU IN MARCH

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SAY I’M A BIRD

January 4th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

And other lines that will NOT appear in Ingrid Michaelson and I’s musical adaptation of THE NOTEBOOK!!!!!!!

https://deadline.com/2019/01/broadway-the-notebook-musical-nicholas-sparks-bekah-brunstetter-ingrid-michaelson-1202528533/

We’ve been busying working on this for the last year and a half (SO BUSY THAT I CAN’T FIND THE TIME TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO WORK THE NEW INTERFACE OF MY BLOG AND PUT A WORD TO CLICK THAT LEADS TO A LINK.)  Yesterday, we finally announced it, and it was thrilling to see / hear people’s joy and anticipation over it. It’s a beautiful story that extends even further  beyond what the movie captured. I won’t say much, as there’s still much work to do and figure out, but I will say I am loving being in NC in the 30s and 40s, exploring and honoring the reality of Alzheimer’s, and pretending like as long as I’m in my car, I CAN SING LIKE A SPECIAL MAGIC BROADWAY BIRD. More soon!
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