Wild Abandon
A Study of Steve
For V.S.
Wild Abandon was first produced in 1988 by Sword Theatre in association with Theatre Passe Muraille, Toronto.
STEVE: Daniel MacIvor
Directed by Vinetta Strombergs
Designed by Stephan Droege
Slides by Steve Mici Lucas
Stage managed by Chris Humphrey
Original music by Zang Tumb Tumb
The Set
For the Toronto production the set was a black box. The props were a wooden chair, a chain, a white birdcage, and an oversized egg. The back wall was a scrim on which the words and images were projected. While other options are possible, STEVE is a low-tech character most comfortable in low-tech surroundings.
The Images
Slides should be kept to a minimum. Photographic images should be black and white and text should be white typewritten words on a black background. Unless otherwise noted, slide images come up, wait a beat, then black out.
A chair sits centre stage. Lights up on STEVE standing behind the scrim.
STEVE
(voice over) āCome into my parlour,ā said the poet to the chair.
āCanāt you see that Iām so lonely and have no one to care? My clothes are all torn and smelling of an unrequited love.ā
The poet slumped, he rubbed his eyes, he asked the one above:
āTell the chair to come in here and keep me from myself! My soul has been alone too long upon that dusty shelf.ā
The chair sat in silence.
The poet was inspired.
Black. Lights up on STEVE stage left.
One time? I was a little kid like nineāthis woman? We were out in some stupid family rest-o-rant and everybodyās fighting in low voices and complaining about the food and that, and this woman, sitting over across at another table, she keeps looking at me, staring at me. I donāt say nothing and I start thinking: sheās really staring okay! And I start thinking āHey! This woman, sheās my real mother right. She followed me here. Sheās been watching me for weeks and sheās my real mother and sheās gonna come over and say āThis boy is my sonā and take me away from my stupid ugly family who wonāt let me do nothing and never let me talk and never let me listen and wonāt let me have a black room. Sheād take me away and out into her new carāthat smells new andāa convertible andāwith the roof down and weād drive far away to this houseāthis castle she lives in and Iād live there too and Iād have my own huge fucking roomāā¦
So Iām thinking this and the woman, she gets up and starts walking over to me. Iām thinking: āHOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! It really IS my mother!ā I got so nervous. She comes right up to me. Standing right there. Iām sitting down okay, sheās right there, and she reaches backā¦ and jabs this fork into my stomach and starts screaming:
DEVILāS EYES DEVILāS EYES DEVILāS EYES!
Pause.
The place went nuts. They had to take me to the hospitalā¦ took her away to some rubber room someplaceā¦
Yeah.
That was pretty much the highlight of my life. That and the time Alphonse McKeigan killed the duck in Wentworth Park.
Pause. Sound is of people learning dance steps. Image is of āDancing.ā Light on STEVE, down centre, wrapped in chains.
There are all different kinds of dancing.
Oh yeah. Tons. Well, four. Yeah. Four.
One. Stage dancing. The kind they do on stage. Ballet or modern or whatever. Chor-e-o-graphed. Someone tells the dancer who went to special schools for years and years where to move and what to feel and they do that. A bunch of peopleāthe ODD-ienceāwatches. They love it or hate it or donāt give a shit. They clapā¦ they applaud.
No matter what they feel, the people watching, they always applaud.
Two. Ballroom dancing. Like waltzing. Two people dance together, touching and that in a certain way. In ballroom dancing they say you donāt need an oddience but far as I can see you do. This oddience though they almost never applaud. Except in movies.
Three. Social dancing. This happens at parties sometimes, at wedding receptions and clubs and bars. In this kind thereās also couples and itās social because itās not planned out or anything. For fun. Mostly for fun, and for mating purposes. You know, sex.
Thereās about thirteen, fifteen ways to do this kind of dancing but thereās also all this subtle stuff that changes with each person. One time people did certain styles of social dancing. The Mashed Potato. The Cha Cha Cha. The Pony The Hustle The Stroll. Then all these got together with ballroom dancing and turned into disc-O-dancing but that does not exist on the planet anymore.
In social dancing the movements of the dancers is usually pretty uptight because of an unhappy childhood or a very heavy neurosis about death or whatever. Sometimes the movements are free and that but this only happens when the brain gets taken over by some chemical like booze or drugs.
And people watch. But no way, no way do they applaud.
Then there is the best kind of dancing.
Four. This kind doesnāt have a name. I could make one up. But I wonāt. This kind thereās no oddience, no steps, no anything, just you. It can happen anytime, anywhere. And the most beautifulā¦ the best music eve...