If my shame spills our worth across this floor, then tonight, goodnight, I'm burning Star IV
Title Track: "The Willing Well III: Apollo II: The Telling Truth" by Coheed and Cambria. I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO IT! I'll save the hip hop I've been listening to for a little bit of a more up entry...which I swear will come soon.
Hey blog friend...I've missed you. But, sadly, I have one thing that I feel like I need to get off my chest. Here's hoping shortly I'll be able to update you on my life in general.
Though, in case you were worried, I do feel better... And Cell by King is really good so far.
Also...
Guy loves you.
Ok...here's my problem...I'm in a play that I hate.
But that's not even the problem. It's not even that I hate it. It's not even that it's a show that I LOVE and feel is getting short shrift in this production. It's not even that morale is lower on this show than any other show I've ever worked out, with the POSSIBLE exception of "Pomp and Poo". It's not even that no one in the cast feels that they can bring in any ideas. It's not the fact that the director has railed on us for the past week. ("Guys, I'm tired of giving the same speeches and the same notes..." Well...time to use a different tactic, pal.) It's not even the fact that, in the middle of my first time actually connecting with the character tonight, I was shut down. It's none of that stuff. It's that I've balanced some stuff out in my head and I know I'm not going to get a return on this. Everything you do that takes away a big chunk of your time, you need to have some sort of return on, even if it's just the knowledge of doing well or doing someone a favor(e) or whatever. You have to be able to look at all the bullshit you put up with prior and say, "You know what, it was worth it."
Well, I've looked at this one...and it's not worth it. And it won't be. Unless a miracle happens.
And the miracle is such a simple miracle. It could happen over night. It could happen over 20 minutes.
It could happen if we start rehearsal tomorrow and our director sits down and, instead of railing on us, he says, "You know what? I know that a lot of people here have given a lot of their time to this show. And, I mean, granted, I don't get paid a ton here and it's often a thankless job, but I DO get paid to do this. It's my job to put up this show and I'm getting paid to direct pretty much what I want to direct. Whereas all of you guys aren't getting paid to do this. You're doing it out of the kindness of your own hearts and because you love your art. Several of you are doing this because I asked you to after we didn't have nearly enough people show up at auditions. And some of you have even come into this process really late to replace drop outs. So you were kind enough to juggle your schedules around, show up, do your shit to the best of your ability so that we could put up a show. And for that, I want to thank you. And I want to individually recognize each of you and tell you why I'm glad you're a part of the show."
With that little act of humility as opposed to egotistic sneering, I'd be willing to forgive. I'm sure others would be to.
But I doubt that's gonna happen.
Don't feel like you have to come see it. I'm not terribly proud of this show. I like a lot of the people in the show. And I'll appreciate it if you come. But I won't be mad if you choose to spend you money on Borat instead.
Hey blog friend...I've missed you. But, sadly, I have one thing that I feel like I need to get off my chest. Here's hoping shortly I'll be able to update you on my life in general.
Though, in case you were worried, I do feel better... And Cell by King is really good so far.
Also...
Guy loves you.
Ok...here's my problem...I'm in a play that I hate.
But that's not even the problem. It's not even that I hate it. It's not even that it's a show that I LOVE and feel is getting short shrift in this production. It's not even that morale is lower on this show than any other show I've ever worked out, with the POSSIBLE exception of "Pomp and Poo". It's not even that no one in the cast feels that they can bring in any ideas. It's not the fact that the director has railed on us for the past week. ("Guys, I'm tired of giving the same speeches and the same notes..." Well...time to use a different tactic, pal.) It's not even the fact that, in the middle of my first time actually connecting with the character tonight, I was shut down. It's none of that stuff. It's that I've balanced some stuff out in my head and I know I'm not going to get a return on this. Everything you do that takes away a big chunk of your time, you need to have some sort of return on, even if it's just the knowledge of doing well or doing someone a favor(e) or whatever. You have to be able to look at all the bullshit you put up with prior and say, "You know what, it was worth it."
Well, I've looked at this one...and it's not worth it. And it won't be. Unless a miracle happens.
And the miracle is such a simple miracle. It could happen over night. It could happen over 20 minutes.
It could happen if we start rehearsal tomorrow and our director sits down and, instead of railing on us, he says, "You know what? I know that a lot of people here have given a lot of their time to this show. And, I mean, granted, I don't get paid a ton here and it's often a thankless job, but I DO get paid to do this. It's my job to put up this show and I'm getting paid to direct pretty much what I want to direct. Whereas all of you guys aren't getting paid to do this. You're doing it out of the kindness of your own hearts and because you love your art. Several of you are doing this because I asked you to after we didn't have nearly enough people show up at auditions. And some of you have even come into this process really late to replace drop outs. So you were kind enough to juggle your schedules around, show up, do your shit to the best of your ability so that we could put up a show. And for that, I want to thank you. And I want to individually recognize each of you and tell you why I'm glad you're a part of the show."
With that little act of humility as opposed to egotistic sneering, I'd be willing to forgive. I'm sure others would be to.
But I doubt that's gonna happen.
Don't feel like you have to come see it. I'm not terribly proud of this show. I like a lot of the people in the show. And I'll appreciate it if you come. But I won't be mad if you choose to spend you money on Borat instead.