I feel like today has been a week, and last week a month.
I haven’t had a normal night at home since last Sunday. I’m now working on three shows, The Last Eisteddfod who is needed at both cast and orchestra rehearsals, we’ve started work on Red, Hot & Cole and today I attended the first of two rehearsal for the children’s musical which I’m just doing keys for. The only night I didn’t spend at THE theatre was Friday night when I was at least at A theatre.
Friday night Greg, Chae, Tim and I all travelled to Sydney Theatre to see a really excellent production of Pippin, the first show by the new national musical theatre company, Kookaburra, led by Peter Cousens. It was a show at least Greg and I were very familar with as we both worked on a production a few years ago (me as pianist, Greg as percussionist/pit singer), and then we both saw the show again in Bankstown. Kookaburra’s production was a real pleasure. The direction was incredibly tight and effective, theatre without spectacle, but still dazzled. The cast were superb all round and the band were extremely effective, although a little *too* synthesized at times – I’m looking at you Mr. Synth Clarinet (there were also some mixing problems with too little of the four keyboards where we were sitting).
The script to Pippin has changed over the years, and when we first did our production around 2001, we used a then new ending (the show was written in the 70s by Wicked composer, Stephen Schwartz). This script was further changed with a false ending at the end of act one. This production seemed to make more sense than any other version I’ve seen, but that could mostly be attributed to the show’s director/choreographer, Ross Coleman.
I was thrilled to enjoy the show so thoroughly, and I left remembering the joys in the score (for me, The Right Track stands out), and being completely confused by the reviews that were so aggressive in panning the production. One issue though… they need to can the Australian anthem before the show. We all thought it was a trick start, and the arrangement the band played was about as “Wicked” as you can get. It was just truly weird and out of place before the show.
After the show we hung around for Up Close & Musical, the one hour cabaret night which was also a joy. For the details, I’ll refer you to James’ review
Given a bit of a sleep in Saturday morning, my internet modem died so I finally convinced someone to give me a ride to OraficeWorks where we were diligently ignored for some time before I could finally get what we needed. It had to wait when I got home as I popped straight out to orchestra rehearsal for The Last Eisteddfod. After that, Chae, Tim and I decided to see who could sing the highest in falsetto (Chae by about half an octave over the top of us… an astonishing High C), only to discover we’d done the whole thing with the front door to the theatre wide open.
Cut to five hours of sleep later and I was up for a 6 hour orchestra rehearsal for the kids show (I had my laptop so I caught up on some emails). My parents picked me up from the theatre afterwards and had to head into town to get some boxes for the move. I fell asleep in the back of the car, was home for 40 minutes then headed into town again for Jess’ farewell dinner before she heads on a cruise for her new work. My chest hurts from the laughing, and her story of a little boy who took a poo from his pants and put it on the floor in a supermarket before taking an easter egg from the easter bunny Jess was accompanying was gold. Just thought I should tell you.
The weekend is drawing its final breaths and I feel like I’ve lived a month in these few days. It isn’t stopping either. Continuing on, I don’t have a night at home again until a week from friday, and during that time I should have moved house. Right… As I thought to myself today, it wouldn’t be so bad if I was actually making a living out of it, or at least *some* money, but its crazy to keep going at this pace. I’m going to need a break after RH&C or I think I just might have an early heart attack or something. And don’t even think about saying the phrase “Uni Exams” near me.
Poor Tyson.
Don’t fear- Becky is coming to visit soon!