Wave bye-bye to Alice...
So, Alice in Wonderland had its closing performance yesterday afternoon. For all the conflict that was pressed upon the show, I really enjoyed myself. It was actually the first time I had played guitar for a paying audience where the show was inside. Granted, they had paid to see the complete show, but I take some pride in the fact that there was always applause whenever my song was finished. I'm sure that some of the applause came from people who didn't want to be jackasses, but to the audience members who enjoyed the song, I thank you. And for those who didn't, I promise I don't actually sing like that.
...I'm actually much worse (Zing!)
Anyway, going back to a larger perspective, I felt the show had a lot of potential that just wasn't achieved. While I always feel this way about any show, this time it's a much stronger feeling. There were just many elements during the production process that formed together to create a barrier between us and thorough artistic success.
Even though much of the blame for this plight deserves to fall upon the shoulders of one person (Shouldn't fall too hard, though, don't want her breaking something else), all the threatening looks should not be directed towards her. Some looks should be directed towards the horrid editing of the script, the shoddy construction and support of the concept of the show, the rushed set construction, the absence of any real direction given to actors, and an overall tension in the air due to megalomaniacal and control freak tendencies of the person referenced to at the beginning of this paragraph.
I just now realized that everything I mentioned in the above section leads right back to the megalomaniac. Hmm. Also, from now on, we'll refer to her as Ms. M, because I'm tired of typing out that long word.
Working with Ms. M leads me to believe she views the Cramer Center as her sandbox. In a sandbox, you jump in, play around, have fun. However, sand keeps leaking out, and eventually you have to refill it in order to keep the amusement. What she fails to realize is that there is little reserve sand left, and once the sand is gone, there's nothing else. She's already made most of the kids upset by throwing a tantrum when they don't play her way. When that sand's gone, no one's going to want to play anymore.
I would love to see the Cramer Center flourish. But as long as Ms. M is there, it won't.
So, move on, Ms. M. Just move on.
...I'm actually much worse (Zing!)
Anyway, going back to a larger perspective, I felt the show had a lot of potential that just wasn't achieved. While I always feel this way about any show, this time it's a much stronger feeling. There were just many elements during the production process that formed together to create a barrier between us and thorough artistic success.
Even though much of the blame for this plight deserves to fall upon the shoulders of one person (Shouldn't fall too hard, though, don't want her breaking something else), all the threatening looks should not be directed towards her. Some looks should be directed towards the horrid editing of the script, the shoddy construction and support of the concept of the show, the rushed set construction, the absence of any real direction given to actors, and an overall tension in the air due to megalomaniacal and control freak tendencies of the person referenced to at the beginning of this paragraph.
I just now realized that everything I mentioned in the above section leads right back to the megalomaniac. Hmm. Also, from now on, we'll refer to her as Ms. M, because I'm tired of typing out that long word.
Working with Ms. M leads me to believe she views the Cramer Center as her sandbox. In a sandbox, you jump in, play around, have fun. However, sand keeps leaking out, and eventually you have to refill it in order to keep the amusement. What she fails to realize is that there is little reserve sand left, and once the sand is gone, there's nothing else. She's already made most of the kids upset by throwing a tantrum when they don't play her way. When that sand's gone, no one's going to want to play anymore.
I would love to see the Cramer Center flourish. But as long as Ms. M is there, it won't.
So, move on, Ms. M. Just move on.