Amateur Professionals
The theatrical muse has grasped me. Lower your head, let the wave pass, as Nadir says, and hopefully you'll stay out of my madness. But really. I'm doing a Shakespeare over the summer, The Merry Wives of Windsor, out at the TB, the theatre I do my work at. It's the same guys I did Much Ado About Nothing with Last year, and they hosted Garnier School's Midsummer Night's Dream, when I was Puck. I'm actually - don't laugh - going out for Falstaff. All right, laugh. Oh well. You see, Falstaff is actually decent casting for me. I'm effusive, I'm a decent comedienne, though I can go a bit Laugh-In-Goldie-Hawn-Giggling-ish, and well, I play boys a lot. I'm used to it.
Aside from business at the TB, I have the urge to just grab a few folks mad enough to want to do some amateur work and write our own play. There are no plays about adolescents out there, and I want one. Well, there is the musical to Footloose. . .My family has a Footloose complex. Allie did the show, she played Eleanor and Jeter. Marissa, my cousin, did the show, and she played Rusty. Ashley, also my cousin - Billiana's daughter, if you recall it from my poetry outburst - did the show, she played Ariel. (Ashley's currently doing a very eccentric production of As You Like It.) So I guess I'm next in the Footloose line up?
No. I refuse to be so bloody conventional. And besides, I want to write something original, something really damnably good. Something not quite so obscene by the standards of the Elephants as that last sentence. I think that the 11-13. . .time. . .is really interesting. It can be really painful, and it can also be glorious. Someone should do a show that recognizes the deep feelings of - what do you call 'em? Us? The deep feelings of. . .'tween has an awful connotation, even though that's what it feels like, being caught between. From this point forward, 11-13 year olds shall be called. Um. Hang on. Hang ON. Wait for it. I'm thinking. Smallish Sorts of People, or SSP, for short.
And well, who's going to write a play about it?
Not Arthur Miller, mostly because he's dead. Though a Crucible style middle school would be fascinating.
Talia: She's a witch, mostly because I've a thing for her man! Burn her!
Talia's Posse: I'm pure, I'm pure, and I'm being attacked by big smoky spectral demons! GAH! That girl's a witch! Burn her, yo, to the window. . .
Sorry, classical theatre tangential momentary Kat thing.
Would anyone be interested in amateur theatre over the summer?
I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,
J.G.
posted by Sigerson @ 3:58 PM
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11 Comments:
tell me when the performance is actually, this time!!!
Yeah, plus we got free tickets at Tolstoy...
Without a cast I'd look pretty silly, no? And the story I wrote one post back was GROSSLY underappreciated. Go read it again, or be punjabbed most violently. With a lavender scented special edition punjab.
Mmm...lavender...
Delicious punjab.
Someone stop Spencer from eating my lasso, please.
They're called tweens by the way; a mix of "teens" and "in-between".
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Ah well, the idea is to use actual words, but alas finding words that end is certain letters is admittaly more difficulat than finding words that negin in said letters. Not bad though.
I'm at a party, it's for my parent's friends. Irene, the wife, is very pregnant. There are babies everywhere. Oh, remember, Point of No Return party tomorrow. We have a pool, you are welcome to bring a swimsuit. See you there.
The awful thing is that you do my code better than me. But still. . .eating garlic noses? Yeti ovaries? And you sound really paranoid about the babies.
My God, there everywhere. . .
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