To Interviewing The Audience (first letter)

The idea of you won’t leave me alone.  So many questions arise.  They keep compounding.  It’s increasingly difficult to remember most of them.  I wish I could interview you.  This letter will have to do (but I’m sure it won’t).
Do you address them all at once or is it better in groups?  Maybe you do it one person at a time?  If you prefer groups how do you assign them?  What do you expect from the rest of the audience as you engage with a particular group?  If it’s done on an individual basis, how do you decide on the people you’ll talk to?  Do you get around to everybody (and if so, does everyone stick around)?  Do you spot them in the crowd somehow (and if so, what are you looking for)?  Do they fill-out some kind of questionnaire or survey before they arrive?  What would be on such a thing?  How would you devise it?
What was working with Spalding Gray like?
Does anyone ever know it’s coming?  Who’s performing and why?  Who are they performing for?  Do we want or need witnesses?  Do you hope the answers you get will be genuine in some way?  Is it easier to tell the truth (a truth, any truth) in performance?
What’s your opener?  Does it depend on the moment and the people you’re asking?  If so, can you elaborate?  Do you ask them how they’re feeling?  What they do for a living? How old they are?  Do they ever try to explain to you how they’ve ended up in this situation? Does anyone ask you to define your terms (or how much you’ve had to drink)?
Do you hope for an exchange (and if so, what do you hope to gain and give)?  Are you finding out what it means to live in the world?  Do you ask people if they worry about money and what other people think of them?
Do you ask them why they exist and what their purpose(s) might be?  Do you want them to tell you what death is?  What happens when we die?  Do you ask them if there’s a god?  Do you ask them to explain what is right and wrong, good and bad?
Confessionals, edutainment, platitudes and counsel are emptied out.  Their tawdry exploitation is laid bare.  You’re always anticipating the importance of what can be said anyway, by any of us.  It’s as if, for a fleeting, precious moment, our common experience subsumes representation, freeing us from spectacle.
I pretend you’ll embrace the mantle of a final, living theatre.

We need to get more people out.