Shit and Derision, its opening night!
With not long to go, tensions are mounting.
The past few days have been a frantic and frenetic fluster of frazzled farts.
There are many qualities that one looks for in a theatrical producer.
Deceit & deception.
T’was a momentous occasion this weekend. No, not because Phil finally turned up to rehearsals sober.......No, not because Renee finally hit every song within an octave of the actual notes........and no, not because our Producer extraordinaire Doug Montgomery actually turned up to a rehearsal (or, rather, popped his head in). No, it was a momentous weekend
I arrived at rehearsal this week to an unsettling silence. I climbed the stairs of our rehearsal venue, pried open the door and was greeted by . . . . an empty room. Had everyone gone on an impromptu “research” trip to the pub? No, surely not. Oh of course! I felt terrible, obviously everyone else except for me had gone to the wrong venue. How
Sorry readers I have taken so long to get back to my blogging. I was in Melbourne doing interviews for the National Library: hard work and lots of fun, mostly some of the folks who had been involved in the early days of the Pram Factory. More interviews required and I hope to give you a report on this work soon given the appearance of a new book on the subject by Gabrielle Wolf published by Currency.
Time to be serious this week I’m afraid:
A spanner was well and truly thrown into the works this week, or rather a box of spanners
There was something odd about this weeks rehearsal. Something awry, an unsettling feeling that filled the air and raised nipple hairs. An eerie quiet permeated the atmosphere that I couldn’t quite put my finger on until I glanced around the room and it all fell into place. Of course, no blindingly blonde curls . . .