Not a conventional performance, LOTUS EATERS EP — an audio-fueled “extended play” — is a hallucinatory sonic experience about loneliness, depravity, and the intrinsic failure of all human contact.
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Set in depression-era New York City and Stalinist Russia, PIGEON follows the exploits of Leon Theremin, Soviet inventor and father of electronic music. When Theremin marries a whip-smart black prima ballerina, their expatriate romance shocks society and attracts the looming shadow of foreign terror.
VOICEOVER: (with American accent) Mesdames et Messieurs, au début de 2003, Marché aux puces, directeur artistique Jim Simpson a fait une série d’entretiens avec NPR à propos de ses expériences largement relatés avec des narcotiques dans ses premiers jours. Ce qui suit est une reproduction d’un de ces entretiens. (with French accent) Ladies and gentlemen, in early 2003, Flea Artistic Director Jim Simpson did a series of interviews with NPR about his widely chronicled experiments with narcotics in his early days. The following is a recreation of one of those interviews.
JIM: After Gore lost the election, I bought a bottle of cough syrup from the corner grocery store and drank it in hopes that it would get me high.
RICKMAN: It was children’s formula.
SIGOURNEY: You’re fine, Jim.
JIM: Sigourney I just drank a bottle of children’s formula cough syrup because I’m sad about the election.
SIGOURNEY: At least now I’ll get good tax cuts.
SIGOURNEY: Annie’s calling Jim.
JIM: Hey Annie.
ANNIE: Jiiiim when are you coming ova?
JIM: Oh shit what did we say seven?
JIM: I’ll be right there.
WHITE WHALE: Annie Potts hangs up the phone.
SIGOURNEY: Meet you at the theater.
SIGOURNEY: We’re seeing that Bible show at The Rat.
JIM: Later I was going to see some Bible play at The Rat but earlier I had agreed to buy adirol for everyone.
RICKMAN: I had a service called the White Whale.
JIM: You call The White Whale and a gentleman with a briefcase arrived.
RICKMAN: You took him to a room with no windows.
JIM: And the White Whale would open his briefcase and hand you the menu.
WHITE WHALE: Tonight we have: Everything.
WHITE WHALE: Perkaset.
JIM: Morphine tablets.
WHITE WHALE: Oxycodone.
WHITE WHALE: Valium.
RICKMAN: Liquid tinctures of phenylcyclohexylpiperidine commonly initialized as PCP and known colloquially as angel dust.
WHITE WHALE: Angel tears.
JIM: I’ll just take twenty adirol.
WHITE WHALE: Good choice.
JIM: This was the night before Halloween.
ANNIE: Annie’s place was in shithole Brooklyn called Bushwick.
JIM: I rode there on my bike.
ANNIE: Hi Jim, come on in.
JIM: Hello Oliver how are you Oliver.
ANNIE: Don’t talk to the dog.
JIM: Does Oliver want O-U-T?
ANNIE: The dog’s not a human, Jim.
JIM: After playing with the dog for a half hour, I remembered why I was there.
RICKMAN: Offer her some adirol for sale.
JIM: Yeah you know that pill I gave you a half hour ago?
ANNIE: Uh huh
JIM: That was adirol.
ANNIE: This explains a lot.
JIM: After Annie wrote an outline of her entire financial plan for the year, we exchanged money.
ANNIE: Thanks Jim I’mna clean my bathroom now.
RICKMAN: Jim took … a second pill.
JIM: I got back on my bike.
RICKMAN: I was in Bushwick.
JIM: It took me fifteen minutes to get to Manhattan.
RICKMAN: I didn’t even break a sweat.
JIM: I texted Annie:
ANNIE: “Adirol Power!”
JIM: And she texted back:
ANNIE: “It’s special, right?”
JIM: “Now I don’t need to eat!”
RICKMAN: Rickman greeted me at the door.
JIM: My second delivery.
RICKMAN: Hello Jim … Simpson.
JIM: He was in his pajamas.
RICKMAN: You’ve really got to play this video game, Jim.
JIM: Oh yeah I don’t think we’ve got time.
RICKMAN: But Jim. The graphics.
JIM: Rickman paused the game.
RICKMAN: We walked to the theater.
ACTOR: God I didn’t recognize you with the beard.
JIM: I’ve got a beard?
ACTOR: Uh huh.
JIM: I was in the audience of a show at a theatre.
ACTOR: We’re … waiting on Sigourney?
ACTOR: Your wife Sigourney is in the bathroom.
JIM: My wife is here?
SIGOURNEY: Jesus Christ I’m too high to be at a theater show.
JIM: She was with Rickman.
RICKMAN: Sigourney stopped by and we took the drugs you gave me
JIM: Sold you.
RICKMAN: Sigourney and I walked here. Alone.
JIM: But … you and I walked here together.
RICKMAN: Did we?
JIM: I think –
RICKMAN: Don’t think, Jim.
JIM: Okay but … we’re all here?
RICKMAN: Are we?
JIM: The lights dimmed.
RICKMAN: We sat in the creaky black plastic chairs of the double-rowed theater.
SIGOURNEY: What are we watching?
SIGOURNEY: What is this play?
RICKMAN: It is a retelling of a book from the Bible but with modern references and lots of fucking.
JIM: We sat there.
RICKMAN: (whispering) This is so historically accurate.
ACTOR: Let’s go outside and make a bonfire!
JIM: It was a silly piece of shit.
RICKMAN: At one point, an unpaid actor playing a brother rapes an unpaid actress playing his sister.
SIGOURNEY: Oh my gawd.
JIM: I vowed from then on that when I owned a theatre I would pay any actor One Hundred Dollars a night if that actor had to get naked on front of an audience because it’s only decent to pay people to show off their naked bodies in front of strangers for profit and this is a promise that I’ve kept to this day in any institution I represent.
SIGOURNEY: Sigourney began cracking her knuckles.
RICKMAN: She began shaking her head No.
JIM: She looked over at me when the main character’s dick was cut off.
RICKMAN: She looked over as if to say,
SIGOURNEY: Let’s get out of this theater.
JIM: (whispers) But we’re in the middle of the performance.
SIGOURNEY: She put her head between her knees.
RICKMAN: Sometimes when truth is pretending to be truth it can seem fake and unreal.
JIM: We were sitting at the bar.
SIGOURNEY: This was later.
JIM: I liked the strobe lights.
SIGOURNEY: I counted sixty-two lighting units.
RICKMAN: Sixty three.
SIGOURNEY: I got sixty two.
JIM: The adirol was wearing off.
RICKMAN: The problem with shitty theatre is that if a person who never sees theatre sees shitty theatre that person will never see theatre again in his or her entire life What are you writing?
RICKMAN: On that cocktail napkin what are you writing?
JIM: Our conversation.
SIGOURNEY: You better not write this in the next episode.
JIM: No, I’m ending after this one.
RICKMAN: It’s played out.
JIM: Yeah, and Carol doesn’t like it.
SIGOURNEY: Carol doesn’t like anything.
RICKMAN: It’s called, being a managing director.
JIM: I think it wore off.
SIGOURNEY: Yeah, your jaw’s loosening up, grindy.
JIM: I should never take pills and see theater.
RICKMAN: All the greats took drugs. Tennesee choking to death on his muse the bottle cap. Lanford Wilson drinking so much that his liver literally exploded. Sarah Kane popping pills. Shakespeare smoking weed. Sam Shepard shooting heroin into Patti Smith’s eyeball. Eugene O’Neill birthed from an opium smoker’s vagina. It is no coincidence that writers who take drugs write better plays. They’re the only one we end up remembering anyway. Sigourney?
SIGOURNEY: Yes Alan?
RICKMAN: Goodnight. Jim?
They watch him go.
SIGOURNEY: Wanna fool around?
JIM: Does South’s have a bathroom?
SIGOURNEY: The Woman’s is nicer.
JIM: I’ll go check if it’s clear.
SIGOURNEY: No let me. I gotta pee but I’ll text you when it’s clear.
She kisses him on the cheek and goes quick.
BARTENDER: Are you going to fuck your wife Sigourney Weaver in the bathroom?
JIM: … Yes?
BARTENDER: Well cheers mate. Sign here.
JIM: Nah, charge it to my theater.
BARTENDER: Sure thing.
Jim’s phone buzzes.
JIM: See you in four minutes.
Western cowboy music rises.
Thick red light.
Jim walks in slow motion across the stage as the lights slowly fade – an icon disappearing into the sunset.
The following text was performed at The Flea Theater, November 15-17, as part of Serials, an episodic late night theatre event where the top three (of five) serialized stage plays return the following week. The final installment, Episode Seven: Adirol, will play December 6-8 @ The Flea.
(with American accent) Mesdames et Messieurs, au début de 2003, Marché aux puces, directeur artistique Jim Simpson a fait une série d’entretiens avec NPR à propos de ses expériences largement relatés avec des narcotiques dans ses premiers jours. Ce qui suit est une reproduction d’un de ces entretiens. (with French accent) Ladies and gentlemen, in early 2003, Flea Artistic Director Jim Simpson did a series of interviews with NPR about his widely chronicled experiments with narcotics in his early days. The following is a recreation of one of those interviews.
Marisa Tomei filing her nails.
Sigourney watches out the window.
Sigourney don’t worry.
Did you hear from them?
They’re on their way in a cab.
Oh God you and I are gonna end up kissing each other.
Hope you brushed your teeth.
Yeah and I flossed too, see?
Yes, Marisa, you have perfect teeth.
I brush three times daily.
Whatever. Want some cocaine?
We should wait for the boys.
Yeah, I see your point.
I’m not facing 1973 sober.
I will start rolling this ten-dollar bill I seem to be holding into a money straw for our noses.
You don’t have a small mirror, do you?
No see because my hair’s so big?
I only buy gigantic mirrors.
I can use this Styx album.
Only if you take the album out and play the last song on side B.
I hate Styx but because I love you I will endure.
“Aww and the academy award goes to Meryl.”
Don’t – don’t say her name in front of me.
MUSIC: Styx, “Best Thing”
Dingo ate her fucking accent.
Now now. This isn’t Yale.
Better ski fast.
You really like this song?
It puts me in the mood.
A moment where
Marisa swings to the song and
Sigourney cuts up the coke.
This can take some time,
and should be sweet and nostalgic.
Another fucking year.
Seventy two bites dust.
Got any resolutions?
Break up with Walken.
Wow you didn’t even pause for one moment.
Walken’s funny. And I love it when he unnecessarily emphasizes gerunds. But …
Oh I like him.
You dated him.
It was only three months.
Did he give you herpes? (snorts cocaine)
He gave me herpes.
Maybe I already had herpes.
I probably gave him herpes.
It’s really bad luck to say that out loud.
It’s like bed bugs.
Ew, don’t say bed bugs.
Or S-T-R-E-E-P. Certain words conjure the devil. (snorts cocaine) Nostril two?
Just to even them out.
(presenting the straw ceremonially) Madam, your sceptre.
Thank you my liege.
You’re really pretty.
You’re the prettiest woman I know.
Thank you. (snorts cocaine)
You’re supposed to say as a woman I’m pretty.
(sniffing) Hn? Oh fuck I was –
– preoccupied –
– no I was just feeling the sensation of liquid dripping down the inner wall of my throat.
It’s good, right?
I can’t believe this stuff is legal.
Where’d you get it?
Ooh, your lover boy.
Yeah, right. (snorts cocaine) He’s sleeping with other women.
That’s the deal.
Chris told me that’s the deal you and Jim have.
Oh an “open relationship”?
You see me dating anyone else?
Aside from Vibey the vibrator?
Oh Vibey died.
(tragic) Oh no.
He burnt out his little motor.
We should have a funeral.
Oh that’s a really good idea.
Yeah tomorrow New Years Day first thing we should put Vibey in a little shoebox and we can get Chris and Jim to dig a little hole and I can read a Tennyson poem.
We’re not doing shit tomorrow. (snorts cocaine)
Hey out of turn.
We’re waking up at two, earliest.
Ugh, I’m gonna have to fuck him. (snorts cocaine)
It’s the New Year.
Fucking your boyfriend on New Year’s is like getting a sweater for Christmas.
Oh Jim’s not my boyfriend.
Sorry, your man friend.
My romantic male partner who can’t seem to make up his fucking mind.
Use … time.
Time is the best way to snag a guy like a man makes a decision like a slow-motion explosion especially guys like Jim guys smart guys in their heads who need to be coaxed out of their fear corner like a puppy from a dog house?
“Come here little guy.”
“Come here little sweetie.”
“I just want to pet you come to mommy.”
“Mama wants to pet you so be nice to mommy.”
“Momma’s gonna treat you right little pupster.”
“My sweet little snoogums.”
What are you guys doing?
Jim and Chris have entered.
“Ooh look Siggy look it’s our little guy Jim.”
“And his little friend Chris.”
Yeah our taxi got held up on Broadway.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; one equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Jim, Sigourney’s really fucking high.
So’s your girlfriend.
(has been air drumming in a corner to Styx)
It’s a toss up.
I’m sorry but your girlfriend is obviously much higher than my girlfriend.
Oh God, twenty seconds.
Wait say that last sentence?
“Your girlfriend is much higher than my girlfriend.”
Well she is.
“My girlfriend …”
Babe, your lipstick.
I like it smeary.
CHRIS & JIM
MARISA & CHRIS & JIM
SIGOURNEY & MARISA & CHRIS & JIM
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Sigourney kisses Jim ravenously.
Chris kisses Marisa.
After five seconds, Marisa starts coughing.
Babe. Wow. Coughing. Okay. Water? Glass. Kitchen. Hallway.
Chris leads Marisa off.
Sigourney kisses and kisses and kisses her boyfriend.