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

CAKE BIBLE

January 8th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

The best part of any start of a  play rehearsal process is receiving information from the show’s Dramaturg (if you’re lucky enough to have one.) The info usually includes and then goes beyond any sort of intelligence that you wake up every morning convincing yourself that you fully possess. Manhattan Theater Club’s Cake’s AD / Dramaturg, Hunter, went ABOVE AND BEYOND. Tabs include ‘Coconut Flour’ and ‘Masterpiece Cake Shop’ and ‘Bible.’ When you’re done reading it / learning from it, tip it over into a teepee, crawl inside of it, FIND SHELTER FROM IGNORANCE / THE RAIN.

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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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it’s always right there

December 18th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve escaped to Idyllwild, CA for a few days to finally figure out my $&%^#(@* EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE latest play that I can’t seem to crack. Play after Play, it really only takes a two hour drive and a few forced conversations with sweet old women who work in stores that sell bedazzled rabbit belt buckles, and maybe an aribtrary purchase of a blanket scarf to hide / live in — and suddenly, my brain is a bit more clear, and suddenly the profound playwriting thoughts come. Sure, once I’m back at home I realize they weren’t so much ‘profound thoughts’  as they were, say, ‘thoughts,’ but it always feels good to feel and share them. And so, humor me. Today I’m thinking about how, whenever I can’t figure out a character or a scene or plot point — THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS, ALWAYS the truth. It’s never something funnier, more exciting, more unexpected — it’s just always the truth. And my favorite thing about the truth is that it’s always there. OKAY, BACK TO SCARF HOME.

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field research

December 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

EXCITING DRAMATURGICAL ANNOUNCEMENT! I’ve always wanted to write a Christmas Play, so that in the year 2320 when I’m long gone, I’ll be remembered solely by my Christmas play which every robot high school in the midwest performs every single year. And so: my next play, a commission for South Coast Rep in Costa Mesa, CA is about a disgruntled group of Mall Santas. Why, here’s my niece Olivia, helping her auntie with a little field research:

Other words for  ‘field research’ include ‘confronting fears’ and ‘sitting on the warm lap of the devil’ and ‘confusing exercise in terror’ and ‘WHY MOMMY WHY.’ THE FUTURE ROBOT THESPIANS THANK YOU, LIV. NOW GET BACK OUT THERE / TAKE NOTES.

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Hey life: you’re cool

October 18th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

SO: In 2012, Colorado newlyweds Charlie Craig and David Mullins were denied a wedding cake, which inspired me to write a play, which ultimately led to me spending five years of my life talking about Cake, which 30 years in the future, I will fondly reflect back on as ‘Cake Years,’ and please let there still be real cake then and not just ‘cake icon’ that I scan into my nose through my facewatch. In September 2018, Charlie and Craig  went to see a production of the Cake in Denver, Colorado.

After the performance, they and the lawyer who first defended them participated in a talk-back with the audience. I’m sure it must have been surreal for them, especially since I’m sure they’re sick of hearing and talking about this thing that became much larger than they ever intended it to be, but — my hope is that it gave them some hope, or at least some permission to laugh about the absurdity of a Cake being so brutally divisive.  Isn’t playmaking the weirdest, and the most best? Thank you, Charlie and David, for your pain, thank you for letting me twist it and shape it into something that hopefully hurts less.

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CRINKLE PARTY OF ONE

September 15th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

DEAR THEATER PATRON WHO CAME TO MY PLAY LAT NIGHT TO LITERALLY JUST SIT THERE CRINKLING A PLASTIC BAG DURING THE QUIETEST MOMENTS:

THERE ARE MAYBE OTHER PLACES TO CRINKLE YOUR BAG. SUGGESTIONS:

  • A SOUNDPROOF ROOM
  • YOUR OWN HOUSE
  • THE MOON
  • NOT AT MY PLAY

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why to answer the phone

September 1st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me:….Hello?

Very Very Nice Telemarketer Guy: HELLO! This is MARK! Calling from the Geffen THEATER! The Geffen Theater would like to thank you for being a subscriber in the past, and would like to invite you to subscribe to our upcoming SEASON! In fact, our first show starts previews September TENTH! Do you know anything about the show?

Me:….Yes! I wrote it!

(A long pause in which Mark either cries or stabs a pen into his leg.)

Mark: ….I thought your name sounded familiar! I’m so sorry!

Me: No worries, Mark! I’ll be there.

Mark: Hahahahahahahaha I would hope so hahahahahahahahahahaha

Me: Mark?

Mark: Hmm?

Me: Be nice to yourself today.

Mark: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Me: Do I need to come hug you?

Mark: NO IT’S OKAY SEE YOU AT THE THEATER

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these faces, forever

August 22nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I could look at these fine faces and watch them act my words for forever, and with the Geffen remount, I KINDA GET TO. GET YOUR TICKETS NOWWWWWWW (as opposed to Then.)

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WHO’S THAT LADY

August 20th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

STARE INTO THE CAMERA LIKE YOU’VE GOT THE ANSWER TO ALL OF THE WORLD’S PROBLEMS BUT YOU’RE JUST GOING TO CASUALLY KEEP THEM TO YOURSELF

NOW GET YOUR HAIR OUTTA YOUR FACE, LADY, USE THAT BAR LIKE IT’S A METAPHOR FOR THE THING THAT DIVIDES PEOPLE THAT YOU WANT TO BREAK DOWN

BUT WAIT REMEMBER YOU’RE WEARING FULL BODY NORDSTROM RACK, COME BACK DOWN TO EARTH

(New grown up lady writer press pictures by Alison Yates!) Stay tuned for 900 of me sitting on the ground, chin in hand like someone gave a really important job and a wig to a baby.

 

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A DREAM OF LOVE

July 3rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I straight up dreamt last night that I was in a theater, and I was happy.  Like I was in a theater, a dark and slightly cold theater, my favorite place, watching a rehearsal of a play I’d written some eight years ago, THIS PLAY, in fact:

…and I was just watching the actors act the words that I wrote, build on them and make them better, clarify my own intentions, and I was just sitting there thinking to myself, I love this. A pure and uncynical and grateful love. And then I had to go next door to another theater because there were some other people rehearsing another one of my old plays, and so I just sat with them for a while and watched them work. And I just sat there loving what I do, in love with sitting in cold places and observing the magic seconds when a thing that’s lived only in my head starts to exist with other people and outside of myself, in love with the the moments when we’re all so slightly cold, and all so happy to be there.

 

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