Time Has Passed
…and I have healed. Eliina reminds me to update this blog. And so, here you are.
I’ve been working on a show called Mortified, which will be a reading at the Green Mill in October. Basically, grown adults get up in front of strangers and read their adolescent journal entries and writings aloud for all. Therefore I’ve been reminiscing and reflecting in all kinds of ways. More soon.
I’m sick, and it’s making me grumpy. Who wants to smile when they can barely move their facial muscles enough to breathe? Don’t pity me, don’t send flowers, it’s probably just a cold, but it’s the kind that makes you feel like Beth in Little Women. Everything else is fine. WIth this new job, I have precisely ONE full-time co-worker and ZERO children in my life. It’s a very good thing. I still haven’t let myself fully enjoy it, probably in part because I feel guilty for leaving so many children behind.
From the past
Here is my where-were-you-when story of 9/11.
And … scene.
The play is over. Lessons learned:
1) If your performance directly follows a modern dance piece, the dance can be a great source of post-show conversation as you speculate on the meaning of things such as nude-colored bathing suits, giant vagina flowers and energetic knee-slapping.
2) Giant vagina flowers can get in your way as you try to set up directly following a modern dance performance.
3) Make sure a huge pile of costumes is not directly in front of your entrance to the stage.
4) Guitars, if not handled properly, will make a loud sound when you are fumbling around backstage.
5) Your flashlight may mysteriously shut itself off just when you need to find a tiny guitar tuner.
6) Spotlights can be your friends. Or your enemies.
7) It’s good to have friends in the audience.
8) It’s even better to have really forgiving and patient friends in the audience.
9) Sometimes technical directors quit the night before the show.
10) The second night is wayyyy easier.
Our show is going up. I mean, The Show is going up. The one that Becca and I have slaved non-diligently over for almost two years. It’s here. The week. Of. The week of the show. It’s going up at the Around the Coyote festival. It’s been a complicated story, but shorten it to this: We found out in June that we were filling in for someone who cancelled… which meant, holy hell, we had to write it…. so we got a fabulous director named Ali, and we got our crap together, and we did it. And now. Up. It’s going up this week.
Details for the in-towners:
Reverse Psychology Doesn’t Work on Fate: Notes to the Girls We Were
Written and performed by Rebecca Anderson and Lindsay Muscato
Directed by Alison Weiss
September 8 and 9, 2006
1012 N. Noble Street, Chicago (near Ashland/Milwaukee/Division)
$10 for tickets