Dear Mom, do you love me anymore?

The summer is ending! We haven’t written at all! I’m getting flashbacks to when my parents would drop me off at camp for the summer and then never answer my pleading letters or desperate phone calls for 2 months until picking me back up again to start a new school year, never once acknowledging their absence. I’ve become my own worst nightmare!

…Hell, who am I kidding? My parents were too damn cheap to ever to send me off to sleep-away camp. And judging by my dishonorable discharge from the Sacred Order of Girl Scouts of America at the tender age of 9, I probably wouldn’t have fared very well anyway.

Sigh. We all couldn't be baby conformists, I guess.

Sigh. We all couldn't be baby conformists, I guess.

This summer, we’ve been scheming away writing scripts, shooting in a 48-Hour Film Festival, throwin’ down readings, and most fun of all, doing PAPERWORK! Apparently getting grant money doesn’t happen like this.

Yes, we thought about writing all these blog posts detailing the intricacies of navigating grants, landlords, taxes, city officials, permitting, and Baltimore’s real estate (ranging from asbestos hobo heavens to historic dream buildings) all while budgeting funds, arranging schedules, exchanging emails, making phone calls, making more phone calls, giving dead stares, receiving dead stares, and creating an awesome line-up of material to throw down for the year. However, just writing that list makes us tired all over again.

Let’s just say that as the summer is coming to an end, we are coming to new friggin’ radical beginnings here at EMP.

As of Tuesday, we finalized paperwork with Downtown Partnership of Baltimore’s Operation Storefront as well as our lease to the spectacular, phenomenal, take-our-breath away, we’re-getting-misty-eyed new space with the historic Faust Building in downtown Baltimore.

Maggie signing our grant paperwork with the lovely Mackenzie of DPOB. Both, curiously without lady suits.

Maggie signing our grant paperwork with the lovely Mackenzie of DPOB. Both, curiously without lady suits.

We will now be on hosting our playground on West Redwood Street next to the Baltimore Street Light Rail stop and around the corner from the Bromo-Seltzer Arts Tower (and a cash-for-gold place and a Dunkin Donuts and a liquor store and a hospital…just to have all our bases covered). In the next few weeks, we’ll be prepping the space for open and releasing pictures and our production calender online for your viewing pleasure.

EMP will open up its doors with a gallery show next month from none other than visual artist and recent Dirty-South transplant, Nolan Cartwright.

So email us if ya’ll are looking to get down and dirty playing in this new space. And remember, EMP LOVES YOU.

Love, Carly, Maggie, Katy, Brad, Steve, Ken, Rachel, and the rest of the gang.