Trevor Powers – Playwright

Trevor Powers – Playwright Performance and Choreography: Aqualillies Lea Catania Jardon Derrick Katya Frelikh Carla Ni Isabella Park Mary Ramsey Paige Ramsey Production Company: Hungry Man Executive Producer: Jacki Sextro Executive Producer: Dan Duffy Executive Producer: Caleb Dewart Executive Producer: Mino Jarjoura Executive Producer: Kevin Byrne Producer: Tina Densmore Bell Director: Dan Opsal DP: John Barr Costume Designer: April Dunlap Makeup: Melissa Perelli Production Supervisor: Alexa Brugger Asst. Production Supervisor: Elly Lachman 1st AC: David Auerbach 2nd AC: Michael Ashe DIT: Jack Damon Underwater Op/Tech: David William McDonald Amphibian Head Tech: Adrian Santa Cruz Gaffer: Tony Bryan BB Electric: Dave Muskeni Electrician: John Franco Electrician: Mitch Pratt Electrician: John Cucura Electrician: Matt Coleman Key Grip: Tony Cady BB Grip: Jason Matt Grip / Driver: Ben Sax Grip: Nick Cady Grip: Mynor Priesing Grip: Andrew Fewsmith Grip: Mike Meyerson Grip: Daniel Ahumada Marine Coordinator: William Hall Diver: Robert Trussell Diver: Hunter Rogers Office Production Assistant: Emily Irion Production Assistant: Andy Lee Production Assistant: Keith Ragano Production Assistant: Rob Newcome Production Assistant: Grant Carr Production Assistant: Christopher Kramer Color: A52 Colorist: Paul Yacono Senior Color Producer: Jenny Bright Post Producer: Suza Horvat Special Thanks: Silverado Park Pool - Long Beach, CA ----------------------------------------------- Written, performed, and produced by Trevor Powers Recorded at Sonic Ranch. Tornillo, TX Engineered by Jason Kingsland Mixed by Stuart White Additional production by Jason Kingsland Bass and additional instrumentation by Micah Stevens Additional percussion by Kaitlyn Figgs Strings arranged and performed by Rob Moose Background vocals by Bonnita Lee Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound ----------------------------------------------- Lyrics: Adding to the flood, words that are too old to taste. Everyone I loved disappeared without a trace. I still call for them, but I don’t have much left in me. Comb the database - evidence you ever lived no longer exists, except the heart inside your kids. I still cry for you. I hear your voice when I speak. I got the future folded neatly in my drawer. Queen of the legless centipedes. Rich and poor. Monaco deadbeat, entertain. Earn your keep. Panic’s in town to visit me twice a week. [club210447698|*Curtain]’s at nine. Where is the playwright? Fucked up my line. Deep in my wine. Call off the door. Keep them from charging. I have the floor. Love asked for more. -----------------------------------------------