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

hold music

March 3rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m pretty sure that everyone has hold music that their brain just goes to whenever it’s resting / processing / rendering. Mine is about 30 percent baptist hymns, 28 percent the Sound of Music, 2 percent Kendrick Lamar’s Backseat freestyle, and at least 40% Uncle Jesse’s song, Forever. So basically if you’ve asked me a difficult question and I’m just kind of staring at you, JUST KNOW THERE’S A REALLY GOOD CHANCE THAT I’M LISTENING TO THIS.

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TO BE SEEN

January 21st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

DEAR MY SPINNING TEACHER THIS MORNING WHO PLAYED BUSH NOT ONCE BUT TWICE DURING CLASS LIKE IT WAS STRAIGHT UP 1998 AND SPINNING WASN’T EVEN REALLY A THING YET:

THANK YOU FOR SEEING ME

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miss a moment / make a moment

November 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Next year, my parents will have been married for 40 years. (From what I can surmise from their relationship, the keys to a long lasting marriage are patience, communication and two televisions.) My uncle David was supposed to sing a song at their wedding, but wasn’t able to make it. And so last night, fireside, some 39 years later, he made it up to them, and then some. The lesson here?  Don’t beat yourself up over missed moments,  because you can always make up for it later, organically even,  when the time is right. OTHER LESSON, WHEN OUTSIDE AT NIGHT IN NEAR WINTER TIME IN VIRGINIA, WEAR ALL OF THE CLOTHING YOU BROUGHT, AND PERHAPS EVEN MORE CLOTHING. COVER YOURSELF IN ALL OF THE CLOTHING YOU CAN FIND; ENJOY.

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tiny desk concerts

October 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

These NPR produced nuggets —  live concerts recorded around the tiny desk where All Songs Considered gets made — are my new drive to work jam. Each is some 10-15 minutes long, always good, never rehearsed, often intimate, with jokes and rambling and mistakes, Chance the Rapper reads a poem about keys to a forgotten house, Kacey Musgrave calls out her boyfriend, Steve Martin sings about the tarheels losing with his Bluegrass Band.   BUT MOST OF ALL IMPORTANTLY, THERE IS HANSON, 20 YEARS LATER:

THEY HOLD UP LIKE  THE PYRAMIDS. LISTEN HERE.

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ALANIS

August 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


Last night, I met THE VERY PERSON WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO ACCESS MY FEELINGS, and that feelings caused by heartbreak are creative fuel, and that having them is powerful and sexy and important, by which I mean ALANIS FREAKING MORISSETTE. Turns out she is not just a genius lion fairy, but she is also an actual lovely grounded human being in the world with things like friends and plans, and she came to see the play. After a few hugs, I think I did something akin to earnestly grabbing her by the shoulders, and said something like you are so important to me and then I think maybe we hugged again.  I’m spending all driving and downtown today re-listening to Jagged Little Pill in her honor, remembering exactly what it felt like to sing-cry her lyrics to the Gavin Rossdale collage in my room. CAUSE I’VE GOT ONE HAND IN MY POCKET / AND THE OTHER IS DOCUMENTING THIS MAJOR LIFE MOMENT SO THAT I MIGHT NEVER FORGET IT / LIKE I COULD EVEN

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GET OUTTA MY HEAD, CAR!

June 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

OH NOTHING, JUST MY CAR  RANDOMLY SELECTING TO PLAY MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SONG ON MY DRIVE TO WORK THIS MORNING, GIVING ME THE ULTIMATE SHOT OF OPTIMISM AND POSITIVITY WHICH I SO BADLY NEEDED,  CONFIRMING THAT LIFE IS GREAT AND ALSO OUR CARS KNOW US BETTER THAN WE KNOW OURSELVES AND ALSO I GUESS LISTEN TO US AND SENSE OUR FEELINGS SO I GUESS WE SHOULD BE SCARED BECAUSE THE FUTURE

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MUSIC TEARS

June 9th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

DO YOU LIKE TO CRY,  BUT OUT OF YOUR EARS? This is Us now has a Spotify playlist that you can follow!

It features songs from the episodes:  some covers, some old faithfuls, some originals written just for the show, basically just anything that tickles the part of your soul that knows that you’re human and so is everyone and family is sacred and life is fragile and time is fleeting  and basically just RIPS TEARS FROM THAT PART.

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those who can’t sing / write and stare

May 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


First I loved writing stories, then poems, then plays, then movies, then TV, then emails to high schoolers who just discovered they love plays, then the occasional succinct note in Morrison’s lunch, but most recently: MUSICALS. I’m currently working on a few, workshopping one in NYC then week, and it my NEW FAVORITE THING.  I would give multiple limbs for any sort of musical talent, so writing the book for one is a way to be a part of it without reading sheet music or having vocal vibrato ever at all. It’s the most fun. It’s not easy, as the book must elegantly support the song and never draw too much attention to itself, but it’s my new favorite thing to attempt to master. THOSE WHO CAN’T SING WRITE THE BOOK AND STARE IN AWE AT THE ACTORS AS THEY SING LIKE VERY HIP ANGELS AND LIFT US ALL UP FROM OUR EARTHLY PROBLEMS AND INTO THE AIR.

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the Book of Love

May 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Every now and then, I hear a new song and it burrows into that part of my brain that intersects with my soul and I have to listen to it over and over. At this weekend’s wedding, both bride and groom had an absurd amount of musical talent in their extended families, and so everyone from cousin to Grandma serenaded them with these little musical gifts and then we all cried. The Bride’s brother, Spencer,  sang them a Magnetic Fields song, The Book of Love. He was like, pretty good at it, as he is, in fact, a musician by trade. (You can give his band Auditorium a listen Here.) It was one of those arresting song moments that sort of stopped time and lifted every one present slightly above the ground. In a blatant attempt to recapture the moment, I’m going to listen to the Magnetic Fields version about 900 times, and also leave the lyrics here:

The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing
It’s full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
but I I love it when you read to me and you you can read me anything

The book of love has music in it In fact that’s where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb but I
I love it when you sing to me and you you can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring and written very long ago
It’s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes and things we’re all
too young to know but I I love it when you give me things and you

you ought to give me wedding rings I I love it when you give me things
and you you ought to give me wedding rings

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come back

October 12th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Nope, nothing new, STILL just thinking about the Dixie Chicks concert. When Mary and I left pre-encore to beat traffic, I looked back and saw a thousand people summoning the band back onto the stage with this gesture:

It’s as if everyone holds a small moon or fairy in their hand that is used primarily for silent communication; emojis, also.

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