Southern Circuit 7: Paul Festa's last gasp
I hate to intrude on Socheata's tour, but I couldn't bear the thought of just vanishing from the blog without saying goodbye, as though some horrible disease had come and carried me off midsentence. That was only part of the problem.
Albert Fuller onscreen in Mobile, AL
In fact, the conspiracy against my blog was joined by several agents, disease being just one of them, and if I may say so it was overkill.
Justin Bond as Kiki DuRane onscreen in Mobile, AL
Even if I hadn't been denied Internet access at every turn, and even if I hadn't fallen prey to a numbing demoralization and loss of will facing down my Oh My God deadline, it was certainly enough to have gotten that nasty bug that left me, from Beaufort to Orangeburg to Montgomery through New Orleans (canceling my Mardi Gras) to Baton Rouge to Palm Beach to Mobile, writhing in bed with fevers in a sea of mucus, praying, in my secular-humanist way, for death.
John Cameron Mitchell onscreen in Mobile, AL
So now here I am, midway through someone else's tour, and I've just filed the final draft for the first edition of the book, and the mucus has dried up, and I'm preparing to head to New York for the screening there at St. Bart's, which will double as the book launch and triple as the New York premiere performance of Messiaen's Fantaisie for violin and piano, with my Yale and Juilliard classmate Melvin Chen tinkling the ivories.
Shanti Carson onscreen in Mobile, AL
I can't express how luxurious--almost irresponsible--it feels to be blogging after the nasty, brutish and short deadline of putting that book together, conception Thanksgiving to first edition Feb. 27th.
Ned Stresen-Reuter onscreen in Mobile, AL
And so I hate to waste my last Southern Circuit blog entry complaining about all the things that went wrong on my tour--they were acts of God, for the most part, and clearly she did NOT like my movie.
Elizabeth Povinelli onscreen in Mobile, AL
But amid the viruses and tornadoes there were incomparable moments of human error, such as scheduling my movie to coincide with both the Superbowl (Orangeburg) and Ash Wednesday (uber-Catholic Baton Rouge), and screening my movie at a South Carolina high school for 10th graders without bothering to look at it beforehand (Wayne Koestenbaum: "It also sounds--this is obscene--like being fucked by light. Fucked by light!" "OK THAT'S ENOUGH, THIS SCREENING IS OVER AND NOW WE'RE GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF THE CLASS PERIOD TALKING ABOUT CENSORSHIP.").
Wayne Koestenbaum onscreen in Mobile, AL
Since I know full well you get what you pay for, should I have been surprised that there was a dead pizza in my fridge at the Montgomery airport Motel 6? And I got so much great press that it would be absolutely churlish to point out that the Mobile Vanguard chose to alternate spellings of my name between Festa and Zesta.
Justin Bond as Kiki DuRane onscreen in Mobile, AL
The abovementioned conspiracy against this blog and its author had so many layers of redundancy built into it, so that before long an elaborately choreographed dance of fuck-ups began to emerge from the ruins of my Columbia happiness, and I saw that I could literally set my watch to the pace of disasters.
John Cameron Mitchell onscreen in Mobile, AL
Something went wrong approximately every 12 and a half minutes. I missed my flight out of Columbia after Orangeburg. I left a Thin Man book-on-CD disc in the rental car and my computer lock on the keychain. In Montgomery, I had to rent an SUV. I continued getting hate mail from Athens. The wheel on my suitcase broke. The Motel 6 WiFi in Palm Beach was broken. The Motel 6 WiFi in Baton Rouge didn't exist. I cannot blog under these conditions!
Michael Warner onscreen in Mobile, AL
My movie played to audiences of a dozen people. In Beaufort it played to fewer than that in the back of an office.
a sold-out screening of Apparition of the Eternal Church in Beaufort, SC
In Montgomery, my name on the marquee of the Art Deco Capri Theater brought in a total of 13 people.
"Control Paul Festa"
I am box office poison!
I have seen my name in lights, and it isn't pretty
In Baton Rouge, in the most beautiful modern theater I've ever seen, much less screened in, I forgot to give them the new DVD and the one they had tiled up and froze halfway through, eliciting a panic attack by the director.
In Baton Rouge they didn't know I was box office poison and gave me a star dressing room.
In Florida the movie screened at the Palm Beach Community College to an audience of 11 undergraduates who made NOT ONE SOUND from the moment they entered the theater to the moment they fled from it. A perfectly silent Q&A, which calls into question my use of the letter Q.
Harold Bloom onscreen in Mobile, AL
And then--Mobile. Closing night. In a jewelbox theater at the public library, following blanket press coverage--two stories in the Mobile Press-Register and ads and write-ups in every tabloid and posters around town--a full house!
wrap that blanket press coverage around me
More people saw the film in Mobile than the rest of the tour combined--including Greenville.
Squeaky Blonde onscreen in Montgomery, AL
Great questions afterwards, good sales at the Bar Nothing Boutique. And then, after sushi with the delightful and miraculously competent Charlie Smoke of the Mobile Arts Council (on whose Website is posted the unedited transcript of the Mobile Press-Register interview), a celebratory Oreo McFlurry at the downtown MacDonalds and a glorious, complimentary night's rest at the Holiday Inn, with a 14th-floor view of Mobile and a bed with a 1000-thread-count sheets and a pillow menu.
Manoel Felciano onscreen in Mobile, AL
At the Motel 6 I'm not 100 percent sure those things on the bed were pillows.
Ilan Greenberg onscreen in Mobile, AL
And the next day, feeling like Jack Bauer speeding down the highway on a mission of harrowing consequence, I drove my PT Cruiser into the French Quarter, parked it, and staged a commando raid on the Cafe du Monde, where I slammed down a plate of beignets and a cafe au lait before I ran back to the car, returned it, and got my flight out of Louis Armstrong International with minutes to spare and powdered sugar all over my shirt.
Jackie Beat onscreen in Mobile, AL
Socheata, back to you.
Albert Fuller onscreen in Mobile, AL
Justin Bond as Kiki DuRane onscreen in Mobile, ALEven if I hadn't been denied Internet access at every turn, and even if I hadn't fallen prey to a numbing demoralization and loss of will facing down my Oh My God deadline, it was certainly enough to have gotten that nasty bug that left me, from Beaufort to Orangeburg to Montgomery through New Orleans (canceling my Mardi Gras) to Baton Rouge to Palm Beach to Mobile, writhing in bed with fevers in a sea of mucus, praying, in my secular-humanist way, for death.
John Cameron Mitchell onscreen in Mobile, ALSo now here I am, midway through someone else's tour, and I've just filed the final draft for the first edition of the book, and the mucus has dried up, and I'm preparing to head to New York for the screening there at St. Bart's, which will double as the book launch and triple as the New York premiere performance of Messiaen's Fantaisie for violin and piano, with my Yale and Juilliard classmate Melvin Chen tinkling the ivories.
Shanti Carson onscreen in Mobile, ALI can't express how luxurious--almost irresponsible--it feels to be blogging after the nasty, brutish and short deadline of putting that book together, conception Thanksgiving to first edition Feb. 27th.
Ned Stresen-Reuter onscreen in Mobile, ALAnd so I hate to waste my last Southern Circuit blog entry complaining about all the things that went wrong on my tour--they were acts of God, for the most part, and clearly she did NOT like my movie.
Elizabeth Povinelli onscreen in Mobile, AL
Wayne Koestenbaum onscreen in Mobile, ALSince I know full well you get what you pay for, should I have been surprised that there was a dead pizza in my fridge at the Montgomery airport Motel 6? And I got so much great press that it would be absolutely churlish to point out that the Mobile Vanguard chose to alternate spellings of my name between Festa and Zesta.
Justin Bond as Kiki DuRane onscreen in Mobile, ALThe abovementioned conspiracy against this blog and its author had so many layers of redundancy built into it, so that before long an elaborately choreographed dance of fuck-ups began to emerge from the ruins of my Columbia happiness, and I saw that I could literally set my watch to the pace of disasters.
John Cameron Mitchell onscreen in Mobile, ALSomething went wrong approximately every 12 and a half minutes. I missed my flight out of Columbia after Orangeburg. I left a Thin Man book-on-CD disc in the rental car and my computer lock on the keychain. In Montgomery, I had to rent an SUV. I continued getting hate mail from Athens. The wheel on my suitcase broke. The Motel 6 WiFi in Palm Beach was broken. The Motel 6 WiFi in Baton Rouge didn't exist. I cannot blog under these conditions!
Michael Warner onscreen in Mobile, ALMy movie played to audiences of a dozen people. In Beaufort it played to fewer than that in the back of an office.
a sold-out screening of Apparition of the Eternal Church in Beaufort, SCIn Montgomery, my name on the marquee of the Art Deco Capri Theater brought in a total of 13 people.
"Control Paul Festa"
I have seen my name in lights, and it isn't prettyIn Baton Rouge, in the most beautiful modern theater I've ever seen, much less screened in, I forgot to give them the new DVD and the one they had tiled up and froze halfway through, eliciting a panic attack by the director.
In Baton Rouge they didn't know I was box office poison and gave me a star dressing room.In Florida the movie screened at the Palm Beach Community College to an audience of 11 undergraduates who made NOT ONE SOUND from the moment they entered the theater to the moment they fled from it. A perfectly silent Q&A, which calls into question my use of the letter Q.
Harold Bloom onscreen in Mobile, ALAnd then--Mobile. Closing night. In a jewelbox theater at the public library, following blanket press coverage--two stories in the Mobile Press-Register and ads and write-ups in every tabloid and posters around town--a full house!
wrap that blanket press coverage around meMore people saw the film in Mobile than the rest of the tour combined--including Greenville.
Squeaky Blonde onscreen in Montgomery, ALGreat questions afterwards, good sales at the Bar Nothing Boutique. And then, after sushi with the delightful and miraculously competent Charlie Smoke of the Mobile Arts Council (on whose Website is posted the unedited transcript of the Mobile Press-Register interview), a celebratory Oreo McFlurry at the downtown MacDonalds and a glorious, complimentary night's rest at the Holiday Inn, with a 14th-floor view of Mobile and a bed with a 1000-thread-count sheets and a pillow menu.
Manoel Felciano onscreen in Mobile, ALAt the Motel 6 I'm not 100 percent sure those things on the bed were pillows.
Ilan Greenberg onscreen in Mobile, ALAnd the next day, feeling like Jack Bauer speeding down the highway on a mission of harrowing consequence, I drove my PT Cruiser into the French Quarter, parked it, and staged a commando raid on the Cafe du Monde, where I slammed down a plate of beignets and a cafe au lait before I ran back to the car, returned it, and got my flight out of Louis Armstrong International with minutes to spare and powdered sugar all over my shirt.
Jackie Beat onscreen in Mobile, ALSocheata, back to you.
Labels: Albert Fuller, Apparition, art, blogging, film, Harold Bloom, Jackie Beat, John Cameron Mitchell, Justin Bond, Kiki, Messiaen, Oh My God, southern circuit, Squeaky Blonde, Wayne Koestenbaum
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