By the way, this is what has been going on for me lately... I wrote a play that is opening March 6. I've been writing it on and off for over 7 years, and it's finally going up in less than a week and a half.

In case anyone who reads this doesn't know about it, and is nearby enough to check it out, here is the info!

“The Lost Shakespeare Play” ( Read more... )

(CAPTION: Los Angeles, CA. 1988.)

(The Hollywood Sign is viewed from the sky on a bright, hazy Los Angeles afternoon. We hear a solo trumpet playing a soothing light jazz riff.)

NARRATOR
Tinsel Town. We’ve seen the glitter. We’ve seen the glamour. But who can bear to look upon what’s behind it?

(The view spins 180 degrees and zooms in, and ( Read more... )

(A spelling bee. A banner stretches over the stage reading “The Rolaids Regional Spelling Bee.” Below it, several kids with numbers on their chests sit in folding chairs. One kid, SUSIE, stands at the microphone, her face clenched in concentration. An AUDITOR sits at a nearby table, waiting to hear her speak.)SUSIE ( Read more... )

(LUCAS and JOSH, mid-thirties, enter the Brant Street Café. They sit side-by-side at the counter.)

LUCAS
Wait till you try the chicken noodle soup here. It’s the best I have ever tasted.

JOSH
I think I’m going to have a grilled cheese.

LUCAS
I’ll tell you what, man: you go your way, I’ll go mine.

(pause)JOSH ( Read more... )

Once upon an August dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary ( Read more... )

I am perfectly still ( Read more... )

(The Annual Mad Scientist Convention. DOCTOR ATROCITY is standing at a podium. He is accompanied by a drooling alligator/human hybrid in chains, who glares at the assembled audience of mad scientists. DOCTOR ATROCITY reads off note cards.)DOCTOR ATROCITY ( Read more... )

(A hospital room. GLEN and ADAM, mid-thirties, are in neighboring beds. They are wearing hospital gowns. GLEN is awake, reading a magazine. ADAM is asleep. After a few moments, ADAM wakes up and groans.)

GLEN
Well good morning!

ADAM (groggy)Glen. Hey ( Read more... )

(GRUFF 70s COP and DISPLACED TIME TRAVELER COP are chasing down a suspect on foot.)

GRUFF 70s COP (panting)
We won’t catch him unless we split up. You go down the alley, past the pet rock store. I’ll head toward the Naugahyde factory. We’ll meet at the payphone on Plaid Street and Paisley Way.

DISPLACED TIME TRAVELER COP
The what-phone?

GRUFF ( Read more... )

David Lykins has an album out, still warm from the oven, called "Blurry White Guy." I don't know nothin' about describing music, but I'd call it "tuneful indie country with strong, melancholy narratives and beautifully shaded characters."

You can order it from his MySpace page or get it through iTunes. (Note - if you search on iTunes, he is ( Read more... )