The performance was amazing.
I’ve just gotten home from the after party for the "Hope and Healing" main performance... (le-sigh) :)
Been here just long enough to drop my purse with a thud, strip the red toeless high heals off of my blister barren bondaged grateful little toes, and collapse momentarily on the living room futon under the orange fleece blanket Milisa gave me, while reminiscing about the event as a whole from performer and audience perspectives with Michael who thoughtfully came to see both shows.
... and run on sentences ;P
One of the best days , I have to say, of my life
... apparently in a strange assonance rhyme scheme sort of way. (today with clay and Adam Sandler)... just for good measure.
It was intense to say the least. First off it must be stated that everyone involved astounds me. Its an amazing group of individuals who can come to feel like family for everyone involved in literally that flitting hand full of hours after 6pm for three days. The show went off seemingly seamless.... that is once it started of course... and those seems that an audience (not an anxiety strapped, heart in it, director in black with her hands tensed across her lap) ....
would notice.
At first my social apprehensions and some unanticipated tensions directed at me indirectly.... unintentionally
and staplers and lighting and....
other things
I cant quite account for now............... that left me leaving and nearly leaving
and breathing in a cigarette as i haven’t breathed in
in years.
And damn straight
It was worth it.
Had it not been for Milisa, and the walk, and the smoke, I’d most likely have kept right on walking.
Then the lights went down as I walked in to late for necessary directions and took my seat where the performers sat on a bench to the left of the stage. I watched the sets of speakers who spoke before me in an attempt to gather where the hell I was supposed to be standing and sitting and speaking and...
cheap jokes of high school poetry were spoken with the cute beatnik chick on the bench whom wrote one of the best pieces read and I later handed a cough drop because she felt obnoxious for being sick and so coughing so close to the stage.
when she went up with her set our set headed back stage in waiting and somewhere there I regained my wherewithal. You know... wear with all... that tiny little voice some where in side of us that is unfortunately far too often a tad too inaudible... that one that tends to prefer the phrase... "Fuck its cool. I got this"
And so I did... apparently. I could feel the first page skimming the surface of where it was supposed to rest in my diaphragm as I was still fumbling for the appropriate stage place and mindset to read... by page two however I was there and the closing third paperless directed directly at the audience. I thought I did fairly well and when I returned to my place on the stage for the following reader I was followed by lengthy applause and a few hoots and hollers. ... so I guess I did alright.
Afterward the women from the women’s center who know me directly or indirectly... who bore witness to my head to the floor, stammering, soft spoken, socially awkward ways.... made their way through the crowd to tell me how wonderful it was. And so did others... strangers... from the audience approached to tell me how well written and spoken it was. Another performer who is a working writer and poet and performer told me after last night" Your kind of a natural at this you know." among other things which particularly having heard her piece (amazing!) and seen her piece in the monologues extension from last October has to be among the best compliments of the night... that and
"honey, you know your good if you can impress a blind woman"
ah... :) universe... stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
everyone read so well.
There will be pictures of all of us in a magazine that unfortunately over the crowds applause not a one of us caught the name of. :P
After the show at the after party at sir pizza the director approached about possibly publishing my piece. Later coming to the conclusion that the whole performance/play/reading ... whatever you would call it...could become a yearly updated anthology publishing each years successful submission/performances into a new edition.
We interrupted a birthday party and karaoke at that after party so the pizza place was packed. But it ended up working out just perfectly as the director snuck up and enlisted us all in dua diddy and most of us did it. Including me.. even with a microphone for a moment or so. And dancing... this is a restaurant not a bar or club but with the way the night had gone so far and the company I figured why not and joined right in. ... almost everyone did... even Michael a little.
I’m so proud of him ;P and when he did an older man with a long bushy pony tail tapped me on the shoulder on his way out and sarcastically noted " you gatta watch out for those hippies"... Michael was also endearingly called "cute" and got hugs. A wonderful night to be had by all.
We each got a rose as we left, its over there on my desk, and hugs.
and I ... as I fell asleep while wrtiting this last night
can say today...
that I’m still exhausted.
:)
Been here just long enough to drop my purse with a thud, strip the red toeless high heals off of my blister barren bondaged grateful little toes, and collapse momentarily on the living room futon under the orange fleece blanket Milisa gave me, while reminiscing about the event as a whole from performer and audience perspectives with Michael who thoughtfully came to see both shows.
... and run on sentences ;P
One of the best days , I have to say, of my life
... apparently in a strange assonance rhyme scheme sort of way. (today with clay and Adam Sandler)... just for good measure.
It was intense to say the least. First off it must be stated that everyone involved astounds me. Its an amazing group of individuals who can come to feel like family for everyone involved in literally that flitting hand full of hours after 6pm for three days. The show went off seemingly seamless.... that is once it started of course... and those seems that an audience (not an anxiety strapped, heart in it, director in black with her hands tensed across her lap) ....
would notice.
At first my social apprehensions and some unanticipated tensions directed at me indirectly.... unintentionally
and staplers and lighting and....
other things
I cant quite account for now............... that left me leaving and nearly leaving
and breathing in a cigarette as i haven’t breathed in
in years.
And damn straight
It was worth it.
Had it not been for Milisa, and the walk, and the smoke, I’d most likely have kept right on walking.
Then the lights went down as I walked in to late for necessary directions and took my seat where the performers sat on a bench to the left of the stage. I watched the sets of speakers who spoke before me in an attempt to gather where the hell I was supposed to be standing and sitting and speaking and...
cheap jokes of high school poetry were spoken with the cute beatnik chick on the bench whom wrote one of the best pieces read and I later handed a cough drop because she felt obnoxious for being sick and so coughing so close to the stage.
when she went up with her set our set headed back stage in waiting and somewhere there I regained my wherewithal. You know... wear with all... that tiny little voice some where in side of us that is unfortunately far too often a tad too inaudible... that one that tends to prefer the phrase... "Fuck its cool. I got this"
And so I did... apparently. I could feel the first page skimming the surface of where it was supposed to rest in my diaphragm as I was still fumbling for the appropriate stage place and mindset to read... by page two however I was there and the closing third paperless directed directly at the audience. I thought I did fairly well and when I returned to my place on the stage for the following reader I was followed by lengthy applause and a few hoots and hollers. ... so I guess I did alright.
Afterward the women from the women’s center who know me directly or indirectly... who bore witness to my head to the floor, stammering, soft spoken, socially awkward ways.... made their way through the crowd to tell me how wonderful it was. And so did others... strangers... from the audience approached to tell me how well written and spoken it was. Another performer who is a working writer and poet and performer told me after last night" Your kind of a natural at this you know." among other things which particularly having heard her piece (amazing!) and seen her piece in the monologues extension from last October has to be among the best compliments of the night... that and
"honey, you know your good if you can impress a blind woman"
ah... :) universe... stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
everyone read so well.
There will be pictures of all of us in a magazine that unfortunately over the crowds applause not a one of us caught the name of. :P
After the show at the after party at sir pizza the director approached about possibly publishing my piece. Later coming to the conclusion that the whole performance/play/reading ... whatever you would call it...could become a yearly updated anthology publishing each years successful submission/performances into a new edition.
We interrupted a birthday party and karaoke at that after party so the pizza place was packed. But it ended up working out just perfectly as the director snuck up and enlisted us all in dua diddy and most of us did it. Including me.. even with a microphone for a moment or so. And dancing... this is a restaurant not a bar or club but with the way the night had gone so far and the company I figured why not and joined right in. ... almost everyone did... even Michael a little.
I’m so proud of him ;P and when he did an older man with a long bushy pony tail tapped me on the shoulder on his way out and sarcastically noted " you gatta watch out for those hippies"... Michael was also endearingly called "cute" and got hugs. A wonderful night to be had by all.
We each got a rose as we left, its over there on my desk, and hugs.
and I ... as I fell asleep while wrtiting this last night
can say today...
that I’m still exhausted.
:)