I don't get around much anymore
* I am currently thrilled with my actors, all six of them in both casts (12 total). I direct one in the afternoon and one at night. I use my free time to handle theater admin shit, which...well, fuck. I'm never on here any more if that's any indication.
* I had a great day today. I won't go into any specifics, because who cares, but I handled a pretty wide variety of problems with the landlord, a group of autistic children, invoices, actor issues, ED appeasement, designer issues, and running two rehearsals with simultaneous shows going in completely different directions.
* Did I mention I'm the musical director as well? And that I deferred a portion of my salary so the lighting designer and the choreographer got more money? And that I should be hung on a cross?
* Also, for what it's worth, I'm totally on Team Bale. If Harry Knowles' version is to be believed, all reasonable avenues had been exhausted (discussions with the director, discussion with the DP directly) and, eventually, you just gotta chew a motherfucker out.
* I don't mind admitting that when I first heard The Bale Tape, all I could think was, "He sounds great. What a great voice." When I get that pissed my voice gets all pinched.
* The dance remix is my favorite new song.
* An actor made a suggestion and I took it way further and OMG I'm so excited about tomorrow. The script calls for an impromptu sword fight between two characters. This has grown, in our insane minds, into a full on complete replication of the light saber fight choreography of the 'Luke, I am your father' scene from "The Empire Strikes Back". I have sent the actors the appropriate YouTube links, and tomorrow we have set aside a full hour to perfect it.
* At rehearsals tonight, I accidentally said that the scene was from 'Return of the Jedi', for which I got a swift rebuke, for which I really love this cast of dorkatrons I've invited into my theater
* One cast member is, by day, an astrophysicist. I tried to talk to her about superstring theory in the audition, but she quickly told me that she thought it was bullshit, and she was immediately cast.
* I use this astrophysicist to map out the various realities I'm setting forth. I want everything to be dramatically and physically justified (such as "What happens when you walk through a door into another theatrical universe but then utilize that same door again to a different end? Do you go further in or does your frame of reference reset?")
* (hint: it re-sets. I didn't know this, but it totally makes sense to me now.)
* (Oh Christ. I am directing a children's theater show that stops every few minutes to make sure that the ghost of Oppenheimer won't destroy everything.)
* Meanwhile, Ghost Runner has embarked on a totally new set of music, with the latest batch of songs based around the conceit of "International Space Treaties" and all that implies, and I shouldn't be this amazed at this point, but I'm totally dumbfounded by what we can come up with when we're feeling good and crazy.
* Anyway
* The point is
* I didn't write about this, because
* But my father just had surgery and he's come out perfectly healthy
* By all indications
* And that trumps every insignificant thing I've written here
* I interrupted rehearsal the other day to cry
* At the sight of my father in his hospital gown waving to me (us) in a cell phone pic
* I cried my eyes out
* While Jessica was teaching the dance
* And thanked everyone for being so great
* And said, pretty much, "My father has survived cancer, so you have no excuse for fucking up this harmony, so let's take it again from measure 26."
* And, God bless 'em, they fucking nailed it.
* I had a great day today. I won't go into any specifics, because who cares, but I handled a pretty wide variety of problems with the landlord, a group of autistic children, invoices, actor issues, ED appeasement, designer issues, and running two rehearsals with simultaneous shows going in completely different directions.
* Did I mention I'm the musical director as well? And that I deferred a portion of my salary so the lighting designer and the choreographer got more money? And that I should be hung on a cross?
* Also, for what it's worth, I'm totally on Team Bale. If Harry Knowles' version is to be believed, all reasonable avenues had been exhausted (discussions with the director, discussion with the DP directly) and, eventually, you just gotta chew a motherfucker out.
* I don't mind admitting that when I first heard The Bale Tape, all I could think was, "He sounds great. What a great voice." When I get that pissed my voice gets all pinched.
* The dance remix is my favorite new song.
* An actor made a suggestion and I took it way further and OMG I'm so excited about tomorrow. The script calls for an impromptu sword fight between two characters. This has grown, in our insane minds, into a full on complete replication of the light saber fight choreography of the 'Luke, I am your father' scene from "The Empire Strikes Back". I have sent the actors the appropriate YouTube links, and tomorrow we have set aside a full hour to perfect it.
* At rehearsals tonight, I accidentally said that the scene was from 'Return of the Jedi', for which I got a swift rebuke, for which I really love this cast of dorkatrons I've invited into my theater
* One cast member is, by day, an astrophysicist. I tried to talk to her about superstring theory in the audition, but she quickly told me that she thought it was bullshit, and she was immediately cast.
* I use this astrophysicist to map out the various realities I'm setting forth. I want everything to be dramatically and physically justified (such as "What happens when you walk through a door into another theatrical universe but then utilize that same door again to a different end? Do you go further in or does your frame of reference reset?")
* (hint: it re-sets. I didn't know this, but it totally makes sense to me now.)
* (Oh Christ. I am directing a children's theater show that stops every few minutes to make sure that the ghost of Oppenheimer won't destroy everything.)
* Meanwhile, Ghost Runner has embarked on a totally new set of music, with the latest batch of songs based around the conceit of "International Space Treaties" and all that implies, and I shouldn't be this amazed at this point, but I'm totally dumbfounded by what we can come up with when we're feeling good and crazy.
* Anyway
* The point is
* I didn't write about this, because
* But my father just had surgery and he's come out perfectly healthy
* By all indications
* And that trumps every insignificant thing I've written here
* I interrupted rehearsal the other day to cry
* At the sight of my father in his hospital gown waving to me (us) in a cell phone pic
* I cried my eyes out
* While Jessica was teaching the dance
* And thanked everyone for being so great
* And said, pretty much, "My father has survived cancer, so you have no excuse for fucking up this harmony, so let's take it again from measure 26."
* And, God bless 'em, they fucking nailed it.