It took me a few moments of sitting here with that funny feeling to discover what exactly it was I was percolating. It turned out to be a blog. I should have sensed it from my prelude of recounting vivid stories to anyone who will listen. Just like a good bowel movement (aren’t they all?), expelling a little too much pre-ceremic gas can sometimes leave you a little puffed for the main event. Thus I thought I had better get on here and let you all know what’s consuming my life.
The show is going swell. I’m having a magnificent time doing the show. Unlike other shows when I have appreciated the breaks, with this show I just want to be back there performing again. I vaguely remember, during Little Shop of Horrors, saying “I’ll go back into the orchestra pit after this one”, but this time I’m thinking I’d like to do more stage work next year. It’s really a terrific joy to do the show, and if no one else is having fun, I certainly am. The audiences are eating it up too, and sometimes catch us off guard with their responses and energy. I was particularly amused one performance while Brett bent over to give the audience a bit of moon action, someone in the front row cried “Oh, Jesus Christ!” It was even nicer to discover it was his own mother.
After last Saturday’s performance we headed over to Adam and Greg’s for a shindig, and I didn’t get home and to bed until 6am, which was a little nasty considering we had a matinee performance on the Sunday, and I had to wake up at 10am to let my parents back in after they arrived back from their overseas holiday. Even though I was on only 4 hours sleep, I felt pretty good (unlike the 80% of the cast who had a cold), and had a nice performance.
The show closes this Saturday, and Adam and I are going to try to use a wireless spycam attached to my costume as an extra camera angle for the DVD that was filmed last Saturday. I’ll be sure to point it to the piano a few times because it turns out that unless audience members know that I play piano, no one has been believing that I am actually playing the music whenever I’m at the piano. After all that work to get the playing, the singing and the acting happening at the same time, no one believes me. What infuriates me even more is that no one, including the cast, believed me when I told them that I actually play with my hands crossed over in the Just For Me number, which is a gag when another character turns my sheet music upside down. It’s hard! All that work and no one believes I do it. Oh well.
I’m really excited about the final weekend. I just hope I make it back from Sydney after seeing Sondheim in time for the Friday evening performance!
To quote the show “I’m offended!” I was under the impression you played everything including bagettes, until a certain person busted my bubble on that issue.
I’m so glad you never talked about a bowel movement. Talking about the show made much more sense. Good luck with the last of the performances.
Hey Tyson, i’ve been playing the whole show with my hands crossed over each other!
Oh whinge whinge whinge! I’m having a hard time convincing anyone that i do ANYTHING! They’ll see you playing in RHC, don’t worry.