OW the 2nd
You know those maximum speed limit signs that occupy a chunk of space on virtually every road in this urban jungle known as Toronto? I learned when driving that if you can't spot one of these on a main road, the max speed limit is 60km/hr. It's nice having these unspoken guidelines that delegate the speed of your traveling. It's only too bad that it only applies to cars, as I find myself speeding around these days at frantic speeds, silently praying that someone will tell me to slow down, to go to 60, that this is way too fast to be going. But alas, such things don't exist in the world of theatre, and I greet my upcoming schedule like a deer in the headlights. Tom Cochrane sang that Life is a Highway. I suppose that makes me the roadkill.
It's not all bad though. This is preparing me for the real world, the world I desperately crave to be a part of when it's time to spread my wings and soar (although I've been flying a few practice laps around the nest as of late) on my own. The actors are great fun, and my fellow stage managers are two of the classiest ladies I have ever had the privilege of working with. It's been a learning experience, and while the classroom has been cramped and I feel like I've gone about 5 rounds with the schoolyard bully at the moment, the experience I am gaining will be a crucial asset in my professional life.
The travel time has been interesting as well. Due to the schedule I am currently maintaining, I find myself catching the final train home. 1:00 in the morning brings out the most colourful of passengers, and provides me with ample reasons why people watching is such a favoured pastime in Toronto. Passengers engaging in conversations with themselves, men who don't seem to understand that many major department stores carry deodorant (it's a low price and there are hundreds of applications in that one bar, COME ON!), and women who beg you for a dollar or two so they can "get something to eat" A quick scan of their arms, however, seems to indicate that there's a new fad diet on the horizon where one injects their meals intravenously. I suppose there's less calories that way. The Heroin diet. Will it beat Atkins in popularity? Only time will tell
I attempt to maintain a low profile by listening to my iPod, usually some Thelonious Monk or early BNL, as I find the jazz undertones of their first few cd's is quite soothing in the black hours of the night. I don't know why it's such excellent traveling music. Perhaps it's the improvisation that exists within jazz, the feeling that the beat and melody can go anywhere. Such as jazz can stray from the path, so can we as we find ourselves traveling to our destination, perhaps one day braving to get off at a different stop and see where the melody takes us.
Where will the melody take me? I'm not sure. The song continues, and while the tempo's a bit fast for my taste, I'm sure it'll be a hell of a hit. Perhaps you should all experience it to.
February 6-16th
Ryerson Theatre
Be there.
It's not all bad though. This is preparing me for the real world, the world I desperately crave to be a part of when it's time to spread my wings and soar (although I've been flying a few practice laps around the nest as of late) on my own. The actors are great fun, and my fellow stage managers are two of the classiest ladies I have ever had the privilege of working with. It's been a learning experience, and while the classroom has been cramped and I feel like I've gone about 5 rounds with the schoolyard bully at the moment, the experience I am gaining will be a crucial asset in my professional life.
The travel time has been interesting as well. Due to the schedule I am currently maintaining, I find myself catching the final train home. 1:00 in the morning brings out the most colourful of passengers, and provides me with ample reasons why people watching is such a favoured pastime in Toronto. Passengers engaging in conversations with themselves, men who don't seem to understand that many major department stores carry deodorant (it's a low price and there are hundreds of applications in that one bar, COME ON!), and women who beg you for a dollar or two so they can "get something to eat" A quick scan of their arms, however, seems to indicate that there's a new fad diet on the horizon where one injects their meals intravenously. I suppose there's less calories that way. The Heroin diet. Will it beat Atkins in popularity? Only time will tell
I attempt to maintain a low profile by listening to my iPod, usually some Thelonious Monk or early BNL, as I find the jazz undertones of their first few cd's is quite soothing in the black hours of the night. I don't know why it's such excellent traveling music. Perhaps it's the improvisation that exists within jazz, the feeling that the beat and melody can go anywhere. Such as jazz can stray from the path, so can we as we find ourselves traveling to our destination, perhaps one day braving to get off at a different stop and see where the melody takes us.
Where will the melody take me? I'm not sure. The song continues, and while the tempo's a bit fast for my taste, I'm sure it'll be a hell of a hit. Perhaps you should all experience it to.
February 6-16th
Ryerson Theatre
Be there.