Easter Eggs by Barak Hardley
“I PUNCTURE the backyard, dig holes. I sit on the edge of a large one, dangle my legs, feed it with a stone, shout into the shadow below and savor the echo. Or I lie down beside a smaller one, reach down to the bottom, stir the earth to release its scent. I stand on the porch and try to count them all, but lose track as I stop at each and reminisce, remember every shovel full of dirt, every swing of the pick axe.”
…as bunny. 2009
Easter w/ friends. Los Angeles 2009
Bi-plane / sail-boat. San Diego, CA
Guideline #76
Nothing good will come of the internet after 3am. Go to sleep.
Things to do before I die #113: Audition for Blue Man Group
I saw the show in 1994, the year it opened at the Astor Place Theatre in NY. I’d never seen anything like it before or since. …Physical theatre, performance art, juggling act, rock show, social commentary, and commedia dell’arte. It is at once all, and none of these.
This week, a friend of mine who has worked with the show told me they were holding auditions in LA.
I went.
After a basic percussion screening and acting exercises, we moved on to theatre and improv games. Weened down to a smaller and smaller number, the last of us were taught a piece from the show. This is where I began to really gain respect and reverence for the cast, and all actors. A nonverbal show, performers in Blue Man, communicate with each other and the audience using only their eyes. Hydra-like, the trio moves through the scene discovering and conquering the challenges of the unfamiliar.
The focus and “tools” required for this type of performance, are many. One must maintain the “Blue Man physicality”, communicate with specificity using only their eyes, interact with the audience, and move the scene forward. All the while, keeping it funny and entertaining. …It’s a lot.
I made it to the final four. Dressed in black pajamas, skull capped, and covered in blue paint, we were sent out onto the stage to discover Cap’n Crunch and ourselves. Halfway through the piece I felt the limitations of my experience. The casting directors and I stared blankly into each other’s eyes, as my peripheral revealed my blue partners’ prowess.
Days later, fingering the raw patch on my forehead where layers of skin and glue were ripped away during the skull cap removal, it occurs to me that I’m too vain for Blue Man Group anyway.
Needless to say, I didn’t get the job.
“May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.”
“What do people smell like at Coachella right now?”
“I don’t need her dirty karma in my video.”
A look into my future as a smarmy Hollywood producer… straight from the pages of 2009’s hottest book.
If parallel parking was an Olympic sport, I’d be muthafuckin Michael Phelps!
(My dad’s rental in the middle. Parked, on our way into Dodgers Stadium)
Guideline #17
When you fuck up:
1. Apologize.
2. Take immediate steps to remedy the situation.
3. Don’t do it again.
Age 16. Yearbook photo. My friend M, who’s been omitted from the picture for her privacy, also had an eyebrow ring. Apparently that’s all it took to be voted, “Most Artistic” in upstate NY in the 90’s.
“I can’t decide wether to make out with her, or adopt her.”
…and then the RED BULL tour bus showed up, 4am. Austin, TX
Backyard canine wrestling, 3am. Austin, TX
Andrew. Austin, TX
First show of the day, Emo’s. Austin, TX