Mambo Italiano and Ramblings
Last night (I guess, since it's after midnight) I went and saw a local production of 'Mambo Italiano'. I never saw the movie but might now. I would prefer to watch the stage production here again, if I could. A friend of G's Mum's is in the play so we went. It just so happened that the day the tickets were purchased for was my birthday so it was a lovely time out.
When I see G perform, I work. How do I work? Well, I dance which works up the audience. I wear the t-shirt (sometimes) which promotes the t-shirts for which G presently has no financial benefit from (and we always sell more when I'm wearing the shirt - I wonder why?). I watch and pay particular attention to performance flow, audience participation and stage use and report back. It must be my theatre background that enables me to see those problems and offer solutions on how to fix them.
I always find it difficult to watch a play because I critique it...a lot. I can't watch without thinking of those things I would do differently. Going out with an actor and reflecting on the evening's performance really clarified how much I miss performing. G gets to go out there and do his thing but I don't and that's probably not good for my psyche in the long term. I'm getting too involved in how his thing should go and although I believe it's for the best, it's not the popular thing to do and I'm not earning brownie points from the other wives/girlfriends associated with the band. Apparently, the thing to do is to go, smile, take pictures, look pretty and shake the tits every which way, help with tear down and load out and keep the mouth shut. I'm so bad at the last thing on the list that I am a nightmare. Awful when you know it.
It's time...I need to get back into performing myself. G's stuff is not enough and I'll cause problems for him if I don't have my own thing to concentrate on.
So there it is...my birthday wish if I still have candles to burn out. I need to perform now. There it is.
And here's the 34th year to make it happen...:-)
When I see G perform, I work. How do I work? Well, I dance which works up the audience. I wear the t-shirt (sometimes) which promotes the t-shirts for which G presently has no financial benefit from (and we always sell more when I'm wearing the shirt - I wonder why?). I watch and pay particular attention to performance flow, audience participation and stage use and report back. It must be my theatre background that enables me to see those problems and offer solutions on how to fix them.
I always find it difficult to watch a play because I critique it...a lot. I can't watch without thinking of those things I would do differently. Going out with an actor and reflecting on the evening's performance really clarified how much I miss performing. G gets to go out there and do his thing but I don't and that's probably not good for my psyche in the long term. I'm getting too involved in how his thing should go and although I believe it's for the best, it's not the popular thing to do and I'm not earning brownie points from the other wives/girlfriends associated with the band. Apparently, the thing to do is to go, smile, take pictures, look pretty and shake the tits every which way, help with tear down and load out and keep the mouth shut. I'm so bad at the last thing on the list that I am a nightmare. Awful when you know it.
It's time...I need to get back into performing myself. G's stuff is not enough and I'll cause problems for him if I don't have my own thing to concentrate on.
So there it is...my birthday wish if I still have candles to burn out. I need to perform now. There it is.
And here's the 34th year to make it happen...:-)