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Mar. 15th, 2006
Brokeback Glen
Mar. 15th, 2006 02:10 pmCan someone please explain to me why so many men sing "Danny Boy"? It is a beautiful song, and sooo sentimental and mournful and hence, perfect for St. Patrick's Day. But it's a love song (a depressing-as-hell one, with lyrics like "If I am dead, as dead I well may be...and all my grave will warmer, sweeter be"), from a woman to a man. It just strikes me as funny when I see some burly Irish tenor cop singing sweetly "Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you soooo."
Worst of Times/Best of Times
Mar. 15th, 2006 03:13 pmYesterday, we had our "official" opening performance of Fare for All (we had a dress rehearsal with audience on Friday). We had a biggish house, made up of kids from some PS in Brooklyn (?). They were excited and antsy and noisy but they were into the show. The problem came when we did the interactive sections--there are several in the show, where we call up 4-5 kids and give them objects to handle and show them how to "work" with the objects, and then we explain it to the audience (that is, the kids who didn't get called up). The first one went fine, a little hyper but okay. But the second one was crazy--I was close to yelling, trying to get the audience to be quiet for about three minutes, and the fucking lazy useless teeth-sucking teachers just sat there, looking at their nails, making calls on their cells. As far as they were concerned, it was a 2-hour coffee break. Not one of them stood up and told her students to be quiet. Two of them even got into a fight, and they didn't do anything--Karen, the SM, had to wade in to break it up. We are not babysitters! It's YOUR job to tell these kids to be quiet! Not to mention, my character, George, is presented to them as another kid, he's just like them, and they see the interactive sections as playtime to some extent. There's no way they'll listen to me trying to get them to be quiet. I was really angry after that, as were all the other actors. I didn't blame the kids--I blamed their useless teachers.
Today went MUCH better. We had about the same size house, but these kids were a little less antsy albeit just as enthusiastic. The second interactive, the problem one from yesterday, went especially well--the kids really took over (in a good way) and were very proactive about explaining their object and what they were doing with it to the other kids. After the interactive, when I sit them back down, I said "Thank you SO much!" and this one adorable, ponytailed little girl leaned in and said "That was so! Fun!" in this pert little voice. Oh my God--TOO CUTE.
Starbucks had free coffee this morning but I didn't get there in time :( But it's okay, because when I left the theater, the busses had just left and were idling at the light, and when I walked up to the corner, I was greeted with a sea of madly waving hands.
Today went MUCH better. We had about the same size house, but these kids were a little less antsy albeit just as enthusiastic. The second interactive, the problem one from yesterday, went especially well--the kids really took over (in a good way) and were very proactive about explaining their object and what they were doing with it to the other kids. After the interactive, when I sit them back down, I said "Thank you SO much!" and this one adorable, ponytailed little girl leaned in and said "That was so! Fun!" in this pert little voice. Oh my God--TOO CUTE.
Starbucks had free coffee this morning but I didn't get there in time :( But it's okay, because when I left the theater, the busses had just left and were idling at the light, and when I walked up to the corner, I was greeted with a sea of madly waving hands.