tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54825052024-03-07T00:00:43.749-08:00pointless.hmph.dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-9031038108945345722013-07-27T13:20:00.002-07:002013-07-27T13:27:57.203-07:00Great Comet
Originally posted on Broadway.com
I started working on Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 in the summer of 2011; the idea had been in my head since reading War and Peace while playing piano on a cruise ship four years earlier. One particular sliver of the book seemed to me a perfect musical; it had the classic two-couples structure, only in this story the second couple (after dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-62149081600446366732013-01-22T17:55:00.000-08:002013-06-01T09:08:19.745-07:00
Originally published at Culturebot
Hi.
Last Saturday, I sat on a Culturebot panel at Under the Radar, entitled “The Theatre of Tomorrow, Today,” which was intended to explore the impact of technology on theatre and what constitutes “theatre” in a rapidly changing Information Age. I’ve never sat on a panel before (and even this was not a true panel, but a “long table discussion”), but I figureddave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-78366253568660206962012-01-26T17:49:00.000-08:002013-10-16T11:53:12.463-07:00A Slushy in the Face: Musical Theater and the Uncool
Originally published at HowlRound
Then (slightly revised) at Huffington Post
I'm a musical theater composer. It's with considerable pain that I write that statement; for while I love music, and I love theater, I am acutely aware of the stigma of the term "musical theater," of all it has come to connote and the kneejerk reactions the genre tends to elicit. My community is largely one of dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-6848061893066381782010-01-18T22:23:00.000-08:002010-01-19T09:56:47.490-08:00TOP TEN LISTS ARE FUN!But ten is just a coincidence based on our fingers.My favorite things I saw last year (in chronological order) were:Collapsible Giraffe's Last Last @ Collapsible HoleYoung Jean Lee's The Shipment @ The KitchenChellfitsch's Five Days in March @ Japan SocietyThe Necks @ Le Poisson RogueCory McAbee's Stingray SamNature Theater of Oklahoma's Rambo Solo @ Soho RepTerry Riley's Indave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-17635092070954051082010-01-16T11:53:00.000-08:002010-06-23T15:47:16.553-07:00There is a typo in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's been there for at least 10 years. Every time I go, I check up on it, and sure enough last Friday it was still there, a completely unambiguous typographical error, surviving against all odds in this ivory tower of culture and history. I mean, it's really bad. It's not like confusing "which" and "that" or something, where a lot of laypeople dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-47663196376452940032009-10-27T21:01:00.000-07:002009-10-27T21:02:42.684-07:00i am slowly starting to favor capital letters.I am slowly starting to favor capitals letters.Hmph!dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-45788786400099539342009-01-27T18:50:00.001-08:002009-01-27T19:03:58.349-08:00sometimes i ALMOST write a blog. somethings ive recently ALMOST blogged about are:kanye west's voice correction anticshow you dont have to use strings to make people cry, especially when its 5 fucking degrees outhow much i liked young jean lee's "the shipment" and collapsible giraffe's "last last"performing at berkely rep vs. chicken johns ( = both really cool)related: how all i wanna do anymore dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-55337073820714700572008-06-24T19:37:00.000-07:002008-06-24T20:19:10.940-07:00i am surrounded by small sprawling piles of paper nostalgia. im moving to nyc in the fall, but this very week j&j are driving a giant silver bullet cargo van across the country. so im purging, the biggest purge of the last 8 years, and packing up all my big things, instruments, fancy clothes and worn-through books. and of course the box of unthrowawayable nostalgia. i havent gone through this boxdave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-88145003686212177952008-03-18T23:05:00.000-07:002013-07-27T13:09:39.110-07:00
monday at 5pm or so i walked out of the penn station A train subway stop with one hour to postmark my CA$H theatre grant application. im asking for money for effects pedals and conch shells for beowulf. i had printed out six copies of my letter/resume/materials, but needed to go to a copy shop to copy the cover letter, a form which i had to handwrite because it was only offered in archaic dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-32361755743967917922008-03-07T23:00:00.000-08:002008-03-07T23:18:37.906-08:00"by KonArtist on 08-30-2002 @ 03:33:38 AM Im more of a rap fan, so if i like a song like this u know that its good. This song is probly the greatest non rap song i ever heard. by Skippy921 on 06-14-2005 @ 03:20:17 PM This song to me means that there will be a change in your life and sometimes you have to step out and look from a far at your life and deciede what you want to keep and what you dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-39847722598543141752008-01-25T10:42:00.000-08:002008-01-25T10:43:37.305-08:00whenever i spellcheck, the suggestionfor "davemalloy" is always "dismally"cmon!!dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-44170551478290914152007-12-27T12:39:00.000-08:002009-02-06T08:12:33.801-08:00Some thoughts on modern music distribution and rarity,by Hoi Polloi Musical Director Dave MalloyHi!So. Hoi Polloi Artistic Director Alec Duffy recently won the Sufjan Stevens Xmas Xchange Contest, with his song "Everyday Is Christmas" (official site here). First off, let us say that all of us here at Hoi Polloi are just pleased as punch and beaming with joy for Alec's honor and Sufjan's kind dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-13414624695088378542007-12-20T11:45:00.001-08:002007-12-20T11:50:58.386-08:00my hugest, gushiest, most sincere grin-plastered-on-my-faceiest outpouring of joy to my dearest friend alec duffy, who won the sufjan stevens xmas xchange contest:http://xmas.asthmatickitty.com/alec really does deck the halls every day. hes the prince of peace.dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-54228972281810154452007-11-06T09:31:00.000-08:002007-11-06T23:29:17.957-08:00last night ps and i set out to go to a new french restaurant in town, la jardinaire. a few friends had recommended it, with a coy hint to an out of the ordinary experience. it was a pleasant autumn night - berkeley allows itself fallen leaves and brisk breezes - so we decided to walk. ps and i were in a bit of a mood. joyful, daring, delirious. like teenagers on pot. we set out into the world dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-68896126647681573732007-09-26T10:27:00.000-07:002010-10-04T22:23:30.047-07:00i remember in school, in third grade, mrs sikon gave us the classic following directions test: the directions tell you to put your name on the paper, then read the whole thing carefully, then at the end it says now turn in the paper with just your name on it. ie you werent supposed to do the questions, because the directions told you just to read them.this is a piece of shit test that teaches dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-29519189711963745392007-08-14T10:22:00.000-07:002007-08-15T12:15:42.439-07:00last night i went to see the HOTTEST SHOW ON BROADWAY, spring awakening. it was pretty great, though the second act seemed strangely non-existent. microphone rock dancing, teens pounding their boots on the floor, working really hard, very exciting. the mics are a nice touch...especially when the guys put them back in their breast coat pocket when they are done. though one cant help but notice dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-81240718212929133652007-07-30T14:23:00.000-07:002007-07-30T21:57:59.173-07:00after rehearsal thursday night we went out for a drink at showmans, on w.125th in harlem. there was a hammond organ on stage, which alone caused me enough excitement to overlook the 2 $9 drink minimum; the band started playing some perfectly capable standards, and the waitress brought us our drinks, double jamesons all around (i just learned that ones choice of irish whiskey is a political dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-30648690167838069772007-04-19T19:56:00.000-07:002007-07-31T22:52:11.737-07:00i have the sniffles.so clown bible closed, this week i put finishing touches on the recordings, they are lovely and the cast and band is just absolutely astounding...so many little touches that i never would have thought of. zappa calls adding these touches "putting the eyebrows on"...and these songs are bushy bushy with them. what a delight.so the show itself, pretty overwhelming feedback to thedave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-1175976624196279502007-04-07T12:39:00.000-07:002007-08-02T23:33:12.994-07:00i have the sneaking suspicion that as a lyricist, no one knows what the fuck im talking about. and this is because i, as a music listener, sometimes go YEARS without hearing the lyrics of a song. today on a rainy bike path ride into albany, a mist of drizzle slowly but steadily covering my face with a fine film of running-to-the-altar-too-late rain, built to spill's "you were right" came on:You dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-1170153720092312962007-01-30T02:05:00.000-08:002012-11-07T22:40:20.151-08:00totally, totally fucking stuck writing the first song of clown bible. no fucking (good) ideas except for this really obnoxious jump jazz line that keeps running through my head, "well i love this god of mine", a squirrel nut zippers anthem. hot hot. but is that the musical i want to write? is that the opening i want?good musical openings:the music man (best ever. all rhythmic talk. on a train. dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-1167725287037388332007-01-02T00:06:00.000-08:002007-01-02T00:08:07.046-08:00how many times do i have to open and unopen these goddamn newly painted windows!! when they gonna stop sticking?aw god, god damn!!!dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-1166825760962843152006-12-22T13:40:00.000-08:002007-01-27T00:54:19.476-08:00first a note: i am not a computer video game geek. im actually a super cool artist type who "doesnt watch tv" etc. thats what makes this post funny. cuz:two nights ago i cancelled my subscription to world of warcraft, leaving my level 60 human warlock, vistilio (along with a bunch of alts still in their teens, liltuvi, a gnome rogue, ohbabybaby, a night elf druid, and my favorite towards the end,dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-1157440946045600852006-09-04T23:58:00.000-07:002006-12-26T23:13:28.780-08:00just had kind of an amazing train ride;;;;after great meeting with cast of current show, where everyone talked open and out there and sincere and no animosity just this love of the work, and we all drinking manhattans and martinis in a fancy hotel bar in the outer tenderloin, and a few cereal boxes stolen from the kitchen and then pipes were lit, and a security guard came but we worked it out, ahdave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-1154767862922222172006-08-05T01:45:00.000-07:002006-08-07T09:12:46.036-07:00today i was walking through chinatown, down waverly lane, and was stopped there by a barber playing the oud from inside his empty barber shop. his barber shop was so small that the echo was quite loud, the reverb amplifying his oud so that it could be heard all up and down the alley, with a nasally ting like a distorted amp. just barber walls ceiling and floor, hard for the hair to be swept up dave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482505.post-1153078996496253272006-07-16T12:07:00.000-07:002006-09-20T11:31:34.010-07:00i hit the base of legget hill some time in the middle of the day, after forty miles mostly along 101, sun hammering overhead, curves hills and miniscule to nonexistent shoulders. my legs burning and cars coming past so fast (jay-z running through my head with each shoulder hugger windwhip: "thats so unnecessary"), the sun hitting 100 and me in the beginnings of sun exhaustion delirium am startingdave malloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15682067989541920914noreply@blogger.com0