Long, beautiful Hair
I've got some time to kill before I catch the shuttle to the ferry, and since I'm relatively packed, and things are relatively clean, I thought I'd take the time to reflect on what will prove to be one of the most important and memorable experiences of my life. Run on sentence.
Hair. I consider myself undeniably lucky to be doing this show, at this point in my life, and in this point in time. As shallow as the play can seem, there are so many unseen layers that continue to surprise me when they are unearthed. We woke up Wednesday morning, the day of opening, to a blizzard. As if Claude and Berger wishing "the fuck it would snow at least" actually willed it. The snow in the show was obviously a bit more emotional than normal from that point on. Oh, and Galt McDermot was there to see opening. For an added bonus.
It seems like every night since then, the show has done something incredible. After dreading entering the audience during Flesh Failures (after all, we did it in the Music Man and it didn't really matter), it's come to be one of my favorite things to do. Seeing middle aged men and women crying and singing along to Let the Sun Shine In is moving, to put it lightly. And that shit's happening every night. Wagner Theatre might be doing something important here. And being a part of it is an honor.
I must say it's nice to have this week off from the show. Illness aside, I feel like the break is letting me prolong the inevitable ending of this show. I don't want it to be over. I can't imagine what closing will be. Not only closing, but closing my final show at Wagner. Not only closing my final show at Wagner, but closing Hair.
Where do I go? Follow the wind song...
Hair. I consider myself undeniably lucky to be doing this show, at this point in my life, and in this point in time. As shallow as the play can seem, there are so many unseen layers that continue to surprise me when they are unearthed. We woke up Wednesday morning, the day of opening, to a blizzard. As if Claude and Berger wishing "the fuck it would snow at least" actually willed it. The snow in the show was obviously a bit more emotional than normal from that point on. Oh, and Galt McDermot was there to see opening. For an added bonus.
It seems like every night since then, the show has done something incredible. After dreading entering the audience during Flesh Failures (after all, we did it in the Music Man and it didn't really matter), it's come to be one of my favorite things to do. Seeing middle aged men and women crying and singing along to Let the Sun Shine In is moving, to put it lightly. And that shit's happening every night. Wagner Theatre might be doing something important here. And being a part of it is an honor.
I must say it's nice to have this week off from the show. Illness aside, I feel like the break is letting me prolong the inevitable ending of this show. I don't want it to be over. I can't imagine what closing will be. Not only closing, but closing my final show at Wagner. Not only closing my final show at Wagner, but closing Hair.
Where do I go? Follow the wind song...