Sunday, March 13, 2005

We closed

Big house for our final show -- sold out, plus seats in the aisles. Tons of friends and family, and the actors sparkled. Our best show, for our biggest house.

Now -- off to strike the theatre.

The instant the show was over -- I was in the booth, flying the second-to-last lighting cue -- my body shut down. I had been holding so much determination and tension for so long, that the instant it was over, I had a fever, chills, sweats, and a racking cough. My skin hurt to touch anything all night last night, I was so feverish. I felt like a golem, disanimated -- returned to clay and sticks, falling apart.

I have deeper thoughts on this. I think it was because, for the first time in my life, I wasn't making a spiritual piece of theatre. It was like pushing a truck across America. No redemption, just day after day of hard work.

More thoughts on this to come.

Anyway, I'm glad we're striking today. My skin still hurts.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Not spiritual theatre? hmmm.
Doesn't seem like you...but then we're all growing in mysterious directions.

I just happen to find your blog...wondered if you were still in the area. Now I can check in on you. ;)

Cheers
=s=

Scott said...

I don't know. I saw the matinee, typically the hardest time and audience of all, and it was a very good show. I'd certainly still consider it spiritual theatre. Dedicated, fresh actors, hungry for and attaining truthful performances. Be it tragedy, mystery, or farce those ingredients create a spirited and spirtual experience for the 'theatre'. The definition of 'theatre' I'm thinking of which encompasses the audience, cast/crew, and physical space.