Maureen rhymes with colleen

There's a little bit of Maureen in all of us, non?  Maureen rhymes with colleen (lower case), cause she playful and a girl (lower case, get it?) and going out with girls and guys and Mark and Joanne can't take it anymore, which is why they dance the tango.  Logic?  No!  Maureen lets it all hang out.  Maureen "will sing native American tribal chants back wards through her vocorder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello-which she has never studied."  And she'll make you "moo"!  Maureen will be played by Denise Lutz in Rent in Basel.

Yours, licking the lips which chowed on the cow that jumped over the moon!
As always, Ms. Maureen Crocodile

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Roger that!

Roger plays unplugged because no-one has paid the electricity bill, never mind the RENT.  He is writing one great song before he dies.  All the best Mrs Crocodile readers are doing the same.  Roger will be performed by Daniel Raaflaub.  Now please stop reading my blog and get back to your creative pursuits before I bite you.  That should get you communing with your creative god(dess) within!  Roger that?


Yours, as always,
Mrs Croco

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Burning Men, Kissing Priests and Dressing Angels

I love my work and here's why: on Friday, I'm watching a burning man come out on stage at the Theater Basel, last weekend I kissed a priest after Doubt and now for Semi-circle's Rent I get to dress a man in women's clothes.  Introducing Angel. 
Angel is played by Julian David and her character says a lot of wonderful things in Rent, but possibly the one line that jumps out at the costumer in me is said by Maureen, "You'd find an old tablecloth on the street and make a dress--and next year, sure enough-they'd be mass producing them... "  Oh! That never happened to me.


Yours, cutting up flags, Santa suits and curtains again,
Mrs Crocodile

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Mimi Marquez has not paid Rent for a year

This character in RENT incorporates a feeling which many expats are plagued by: "If I hadn't left my homeland for the fair and gray beaches of Switzerland, I might have ended up a recovering drug addict, HIV positive, who fell in love with a Roger, because he has the same baggage as mine.  And I would NOT have lived happily ever after in New York."   Instead, many an American woman married a Swiss man named Roger, switched her name to Meier and called it a day.   By the way, her smile reminds me of someone.  In Semi-circle's upcoming production of RENT, she's being played by Sarah Kappeler.  I hope Mimi speaks to you as she speaks to me.  Dearest Readers she is known to be, "clad only in bubble wrap", which sets my little costume mind going.  She also has no physical baggage, which is good, because I wouldn't want her to choose a crocodile skinned bag.

Yours,
Mimi Crocodile

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My list of four letter words or Mrs Crocodile gets mad, again...

The anger department: not being so well endowed, and speaking with a funny accent, Mrs Croco cursing always sounds comical.  Bad words, don't quite roll, but somehow, accidentally, drool off the tongue, past my mean looking teeth and out of the corner of my lips.  Maybe you have this problem, too.  I liken it to an Englishman ditching "bloody" and replacing it with the "f-word", which should never be done.

Faithful readers from the embryonic stages of my blog will remember a time when I waxed lyrical about cutting up fabric or used a chain saw to get aggressions out.  Sadly, people have been asking me to make stuff with my hands rather than destroy it, so I'm forced to blog to cut up language.  Like fabric, utterances are pliable and unlike fabric you don't have to sweep up the schnipples of the loose words after you write.  So feel free to imagine me standing in the middle of a picturesque, quiet, not just neat, but orderly Swiss street, belting this out: "GO AN' SHOE YOURSELF THEN!" (an utterance which is not all four letter words, but I took the "d" off "and" so you can divide it by four).  Now you try it.  It helps.

I hope this gets you somewhere in the anger department today.  While we are on the subject, "cutting up fabric" is not a four letter word, but TEAR is.  Oh and the picture up top is of the NANOs that Alla and Kazam banged up with a hammer.  Is that FAIR?  They were not even angry, just curious.
So here I am again, ripping at the seams of a project that never should have been SEWN! at midnight.
Mrs Crocodile

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Where can I get fur to put on my stuffed horse?

An internet user googled the title of this post and clicked on my blog.  Maybe on purpose.  I love that.  It is so random.  That somewhere in cyberspace an internet user has a stuffed horse, I'm thinking life-sized here or course, is just great!  And that person found Mrs Crocodile!  What are the odds?  Oh the mind races!  And where would I put a stuffed horse if I had one?  Would I be able to carry it up my four flights of stairs?  Where could I put it in my living room? In my office?  And what does that user do with the stuffed horse that he or she needs new fur on it?  Is it natural wear and tear?  Or could you, if you had a stuffed horse, use it to entertain your friends when they come over for drinks?  You could throw themed parties and ask everyone to dress up like John Wayne.  Oh it's too good.  I think I know what I want for my birthday, but I can't decide between life-sized stuffed horse or life-sized bull.
Yours, seriously branching out, and anyway, I might need it for a show someday...
Mrs Crocodile
PS Just in case another user accidentally finds my blog by googling the title of this blog, here is a link, the business is called Ravishing Beasts-I'm not making this stuff up:
http://www.ravishingbeasts.com/horses/

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Awash with "Doubt"s and Mr Zog's Sex Wax...

There has always been something reassuring about being as old as Mr. Zog's Sex Wax.  Originating from similar nether geographic regions fills me with pride.  But then, sometimes I think my ideas are weird, uncertainty sets in and there is no going back to being certain.

This is why I would like to illustrate the connection between the beautifully crafted writing of the play Doubt by John Patrick Shanley and surfing.  You thought the play was all about a Catholic school and two nuns who suspect a priest of mishandling a pupil, but you could say it's about finally getting to stand up on your surfboard after waiting in the water all morning.  You are up.  You're feeling good.  Mr. Zog provides a great grip for your feet, you feel confident and exhilarated, which is an absolutely wonderful position to be in.  You look down at the rocks zipping by through the glassy water underneath your board.  They look closer than they are.  Doubt, as is surfing, is the dawning on you, that although this ride is great, you could fall and crash into the rocks.  You lean forward and feel that you are about to lose your balance.  You steady yourself again and enjoy the ride.  Still standing feels great.  (Out of nowhere you hear the words of Doubt's Father Flynn: "Even if you feel certainty, it is an emotion, not a fact"). Quite suddenly, you don't know where you are.  You are underwater looking for the way up.  You burst your head out into the air again.  You take your first breath as if you've just been born.  You've just wiped out.  This may involve getting sand under your eye-lids and in other unspeakable places.
Oh dear readers, I have been awash with "Doubt".  I have not written because I have been busy, not surfing but something almost as good: making costumes for a well-written piece.  You can see Upstart Entertainment's version of it when it opens on the 18th of March at the Schönes Haus in Basel, in English, with Stephanie Németh-Parker, Meredith Buser, Frédérique Anklin and Sharon Harris, directed by Andy Tobler.
Check out the web-site: Upstart Entertainment
This crocodile has all her own teeth.  That much I know.
Yours,
Mrs Crocodile

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