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.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
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2 comments:
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
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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.
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