Live your passion. Find your purpose. If this writer’s passion is to tell stories and these stories encourage others to live their passion then perhaps this writer has found his purpose. In Not the Life I Ordered both protagonists have a passion – one an overt but ill-defined passion, the other a hidden fire. As he accidently kicks away the stone that covers his brother Simon’s darkest secret, Jack sets in motion a series of events which result in the fuller expression of his own passion.
And it’s a true story. Not just stranger than fiction but infinitely more fun, Of course, I admit this – like any great Irish story, it may be slightly exaggerated.
Not the Life I Ordered shows us how our brightest truth may lie behind our darkest door of shame.
Simon is an accountant who has danced to the world’s demand for compliance and mediocrity, leaving any desire for individual expression locked away in the deepest dungeons of his heart.
Tomorrow he will be marrying the boss’s daughter thus reaching the pinnacle of his social climb. Just as Simon learns of the last minute loss of his best man due to flight delays, a knock on his door reveals his scruffy musician brother.
Jack, thrown out by yet another woman, needs a place to stay.
Will Simon ask his closest relative to be his best man? Only if he wants his fiancée, Veronique to call off the wedding. Veronique’s father Dick Webster would have a heart attack were Jack’s outlandish form of expression let loose on a roomful of delicate aunts and sensitive business associates.
Jack has his own problems. Now, without a girlfriend, he is homeless. Auditions for work are not going well either – this is possibly, as Simon points out, due to Jack’s scruffy appearance and defiant attitude.
Simon loves his brother but simply wishes he would go away. Yet, how often is it that the most irritating intrusions on our lives turn out to be precisely the interruption we need to save us from ourselves? And does this work both ways?
The story is told through songs both comical and heart wrenching. From the title song, “Not the Life I Ordered” through “The Stress Management Song” the dialogue and lyrics combine to lead us on an emotional roller-coaster, evoking warm sympathy for both these complex characters and their stories.
“What about inside, what about feelings, what about unique and personal meanings? What about man being true to his soul? What about playing a significant role? What about expressing my integrity? What about me?” [excerpt from ‘Do Up Your Necktie’ as featured in Dezy’s musical ‘Not the Life’]
- SWWA Stage & Theater Arts Review “Absolutely super! … The Songs are the heart of the show and very well suited to the subject matter. And, unlike some musicals, these songs are actually integrated as part of the storytelling…You will want to get the CD.” [Dennis Sparks, Friday 24 August 2012]
- “Not the Life I Ordered” is unlike anything I’ve seen during my long life enjoying live theatre. The playwright shows great depth of sensitivity as he reminds us of life’s valuable lessons – skillfully coupled with bawdy humor. Emotions will run the gamut from belly laughs to nose blowing tears. It renews one’s appreciation for their own strengths, foibles, expectations, and satisfaction living a life real and true to themselves.
Since “Hair” in Chicago(1968) and in Portland(2011) I have not experienced the unexpected range of emotions as I did during “Not the Life I Ordered”. Actually I felt a bit silly – crying during a musical?” [Wanita Gray, Vancouver WA, December 2012]
This musical play is relentless. It is powerful beyond belief! It is magnificent! And here’s where you come in … you can be one of my co-producers and help me bring Not the Life I Ordered to the world – do you know how much fun it is to be a co-producer?
Impassioned or Possessed?
Those of you who’ve heard my stuff may agree that most of what I write is fun – sometimes even gripping. Well, forget ‘gripping’. That’s easy to live with. When ‘riveting’ comes pounding on your door if you want a straightforward life don’t let it in. I opened the door six and a half years ago and it took me over. [Read the entire blog here]