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Our play, "Box, Window, Door" ended in a cloudburst of chaos, despite getting a rave review. Last Saturday night (the night before our next set of performances started on Sunday), the entire cast left the show. We had pre-sold tickets for Sunday. I had lined up an entire evening of music. It was a nightmare. Angela Grillo (the director), Evelyn Stettin (the playwright), Ricardo Gonzalez (the stage manager) and I managed to put together a presentation for the audience explaining the process of creating the play based on dreams, explaining the protagonist's story, and explaining a bit some of the symbols and images that recur in the play. We performed some selections from the show and had a "question and answer" session after. It actually went very well. The audience was attentive, interested and had a lot of good questions afterward.
Then my band played and we had some Irish whiskey.
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Now that the play is over and the large case I had been working on since August has settled, I feel like I can, need to, and should spend some quiet time just writing, processing how I have been feeling, thinking deeply about things, paying some attention to my home and garden which are terribly neglected, and writing down my dreams (my real dreams not my aspirations). I had laryngitis this week. I never get laryngitis. I imagine that is my body's way of informing me I need some quiet time. It's hard for me to occupy that quiet space for fear of being forgotten.
2 comments:
Plays seem fraught with the twin perils of creative tensions and economic pressures. I'm always amazed if any play closes without some kind of conundrum. Kudos to y'all for giving your audience a fun alternative. I sometimes believe that "little theater" is best in radio play readings and one-person plays and alternative format things, because so often there are so many complications otherwise.
Maybe your body is telling you "take a break from singing and play with a sequencer" :).
It's clear lately that you've made such progress--impossible that you'll be forgotten.
I'm a geek.... but has Haskell got a tube screamer on the floor there? :)
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