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Matthew Freeman is a Brooklyn based playwright with a BFA from Emerson College. His plays include THE DEATH OF KING ARTHUR, REASONS FOR MOVING, THE GREAT ESCAPE, THE AMERICANS, THE WHITE SWALLOW, AN INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR, THE MOST WONDERFUL LOVE, WHEN IS A CLOCK, GLEE CLUB, THAT OLD SOFT SHOE and BRANDYWINE DISTILLERY FIRE. He served as Assistant Producer and Senior Writer for the live webcast from Times Square on New Year's Eve 2010-2012. As a freelance writer, he has contributed to Gamespy, Premiere, Complex Magazine, Maxim Online, and MTV Magazine. His plays have been published by Playscripts, Inc., New York Theatre Experience, and Samuel French.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Just thinking

About what a great family I have.

That's all.

What writing a play is like

On the ubiquitous and terrifying Facebook, American Theater Magazine posted this

"American Theatre magazine Quote for the day, from playwright Justin Tanner: "Writing a play is like trying to fold a parachute so it fits into an Altoids container."

Heh. Nice.

In the spirit of this simile, I shall offer to you, the Internet, some other proper and goodly ways in which writing a play is like something else. See below.


Writing a play is like driving in the snow without wheels or a car.

Writing a play is like building on sand with something that probably isn't sand.

Writing a play is like becoming a butterfly but then you just sit there not flying and being like "C'mon check me out."

Writing a play is like writing a novel only you describe less stuff.

Writing a play is like writing a poem that is falling on you from the top of a bookshelf.

Writing a play is toothless, grunting, but weirdly young-ish.

Writing a play is like aspiring to become President but instead becoming a member of a local VFW.

Writing a play is like going to war with Puerto Rico over copyright.

Writing a play is like building a building.

Writing a play is like hobbling together a bunch of nonsense that ends in under two hours because hey, think about the subscribers.

Writing a play is like inviting a star from Hollywood to a party where you very quickly run of out of the good beer and everyone has to drink Old Milwaukee.

Writing a play is the culmination of years of study and isn't that embarrassing?

Writing a play is like throwing eggs at a ballerina.

Writing a play leaves you hanging, yo.

Writing a play is like sitting up for hours and hours and guess what? Still nothing.

Writing a play is like discovering penmanship late in life.

Writing a play is like texting with ghosts.

Writing a play stops you before you kill again.

Writing a play is like seeing something hovering in the distance and then going, like, "Did you see that?" and your friend says, "No" and you're the one that winds up looking foolish even though there was absolutely something there you swear.

Writing a play is like being granted immortality and then slipping on an ice cube and breaking your wrist.

Writing a play is like hunkering down over a hole you dug yourself.

Writing a play smells like pickles and raspberry jam.

Writing a play is like being a nincompoop, a moron, in a terrific outfit.

Writing a play impresses your Dad and lets him down at the same time.

Writing a play is like playing checkers with someone who is playing Connect Four.

Writing a play is like being Adam Rapp sometimes, but most of the time, only Adam Rapp feels that way.

Writing a play is roundabout way of saying "Hey John Simon, I'd like you to see me without pants. It's awesome for me and it's going to be totally awesome for you too."

Writing a play is, it turns out, entirely unlike sports.

Writing a play is like climbing Mt. Saint WhoGivesAShit.

Writing a play is like wrestling with a greased up doyenne.

Writing a play is like cornering a bucket of water. Now you're in for it, you bucket of water you.

Writing a play is like shoving a turnip into a firing squad.

Writing a play is like spinning a noodle on the tip of a penny.

Writing a play hurts for a second, but then you stop whining about it.

Writing a play bruises people with that one weird condition that makes you bruise easily.

Writing a play is like climbing a ladder to failure.

Writing a play is like opening a letter and inside you find another letter and inside that letter you find your own name written down and... now what are you supposed to do?

Writing a play is like coming up with an idea that's shaped like the number seven.

Writing a play is like Bikram Yoga if you're an asshole.

Writing a play is like haranguing an Orangutan.

Writing a play is like playing basketball with a stadium filled with rubberneckers.

Writing a play is like making my problems your own and thanks for that, you sucker.


That is all for now. If you think of more, please, my comments section is your playground.

You're welcome.

Monday, July 26, 2010

The Home Of

A new performance space opens in Gowanus. Check it out.


In connection with Inverse.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

You think you can just do whatever you want?

Why aren't you living up to your responsibilities?

Yes, I mean you.

Monday, July 19, 2010

2010 NYIT Awards Nominees Announced

Read about them here.

Congrats to the Brick, James Comtois, Crystal Skillman, the Vampire Cowboys, Josh Conkel, Alex Roe, Retro Productions, and the many others that received nominations. Great stuff.

Glee Club, which threw its hat in the ring for nominations, did not receive any. Disappointing bit of news, there. Thankfully, I still have my health.

John Gregor gets Times rave for With Glee

I was overjoyed to see this review of With Glee. The musical was written by my friend John Gregor. John and I went to Emerson College together, and he wrote the exceptionally good music for my production of GENESIS back in 2003 with Handcart Ensemble.

Such a talented guy. Very much deserving of this praise. I hope the production continues to find interest. If you're a producer, definitely check the show out.

Game Play

Is buried in good press. For example... Wow!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Personal Update

This weekend I am going camping. Hopefully, I will not be eaten by a bear or meet some other suitably funny end.

Got new glasses. They can observed below.

That is my face, for those of you that have not seen it. That's also an abnormally short haircut for me.

Planning is going swimmingly for my upcoming wedding to this lass, by the way. October is the month in which that will happen.

Soon, as well, you'll be seeing my name over on this website. I'll let you know details as they get more detailed.

Friday, July 09, 2010

Double Rainbow

I don't care if EVERYONE on Earth is linking to this video. Me too. I love it.


Well what do you know?



I'm excited to see that movie. This summer's movie crop has been really, really lame.


(scribbles in a notebook furiously)

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Thinking of

Adding a weekly poll. For fun. How's that sound?

Also... hi. You know what I'm remembering today? Infocom.

Remember Infocom?

Thursday, July 01, 2010


Didn't see it.

A friend of mine did though. His description was, to say the least, memorable. Eye-popping.

He also said the theater was packed, so I guess controversy counts for something, eh?

Update: What is super-theatrical? Like theatricality that can fly? Or can turn invisible?

Reminder: Reading Tonight

Reading tonight of an early play of mine called REASONS FOR MOVING. 8pm. If you've never seen one of my plays, this is a great way to dip your toe in the water. Free and all. If you're someone who's seen a lot of my work, chances are, you haven't seen this one. Come check it out. Details below...

Blue Coyote Reading Series Presents
Reasons for Moving
A reading of a play by
Matthew Freeman

In Matt Freeman's REASONS FOR MOVING, two neighbors hatch an unlikely plan to escape a seemingly menacing stranger. The play takes us beneath the surface of suburban dread. Literally. Inspired by the poem The Tunnel by Mark Strand.
With Bob Buckwalter and Gary Shrader

Thursday, July 1, 2010
380 Broadway, 4th Floor
(2 blocks south of Canal, @ White Street)

Admission is free, but seating is limited. Please RSVP at bluecoyote@bluecoyote.org