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Moving On

May 18, 2012 at 8:34 am by Claudia

I walked around the park yesterday, then sat on a bench and read my book. This fountain was in front of me and I couldn’t resist trying to capture it with my iPhone. It looks completely different in person, but this is what happens when you try to digitally capture flowing water. Sort of neat.

I had my eye on the carousel, but it was full of kids on a class trip. Maybe today.

Here I am, after more than 5 weeks, looking at my last full day in Hartford. Tonight is opening night. Tomorrow, Don comes to pick me up and I’m on my way back home. It’s been, for the most part, a wonderful experience. I’ve been reunited with actors I’ve worked with before and have met some wonderful new (to me) actors. The director and stage manager are old friends of mine. The theater staff is wonderful. The show is simply splendid. The other night, the audience started cheering before the curtain call even started.

Tonight, we’ll officially open and there will be a get-together afterward. Then everything will fade away as I leave Hartford and return to Mockingbird Hill Cottage. Freelancing in theater is like that: for a short time you are part of a communal process that creates a whole new world onstage. Then…poof!…it’s gone, never to be seen again. It’s the same way for everyone involved, but designers and coaches (like me) leave that world a little sooner than the actors.

For directors and coaches, the days leading up to opening are like weaning a child. We give less and less notes to the actors because we know it’s time for them to fly on their own. The last notes I gave were on Wednesday’s performance. At this point, it’s theirs.

And now I’m faced with the fact that I have no other theater work on the horizon.

That’s what makes this life so hard. So here I am, again, hoping I can get some kind of job back home. Wish me luck.

Have a wonderful Friday.

A Memo to All Audience Members

May 17, 2012 at 8:22 am by Claudia

A Memo to all Audience Members (past, present and future):

1. Do not leave your cell phone on during a performance. (The woman across the aisle from me received two calls during the show.)

2. Do not put your phone on vibrate. Your fellow audience members can hear that sound. So can the actors. (A man to my left had a vibrating phone. Thankfully, he left at intermission.)

3. Do not text or check your phone for new emails, texts, etc. during a performance. That blue glow is clearly visible. Besides, it’s rude. You’re either present or you’re not. If your phone is more important, leave.

4. SHUT IT OFF.

5. Do not bring your laptop to the theater and continue to work on it until the lights have gone down, then close it and lay your head on it because you’re bored. Is your work that important? Are you the President? (Again, it happened last night.)

6. Do not unwrap throat lozenges or candies during the show. I can assure you, after years of working in theater both onstage and off, we can hear that sound. It’s annoying. If you think you’re going to need a cough drop, unwrap it ahead of time.

7. And my biggest pet peeve: The performers onstage have worked long and hard to entertain you. You have been given the gift of a live performance. That particular performance will never happen again. It’s something you’ve shared for a moment in time with the actors on stage. When the actors come out for a curtain call, please do not miss it because you have already left your seat so you can be the first person out to the parking lot. Really? You’re not going to acknowledge those actors, show them that you appreciate their work, their talent? You’ve managed to stay in the theater through the end of the show and you can’t wait for the 3 minutes more it will take to clap your hands? If I’m an actor onstage, I can see you leaving. It’s disheartening. If I’m in the audience and you’re up and on your way out, thereby blocking my view of the stage, I’m going to be pissed off. The other night, a woman got up, I could see it coming, and I shouted out (under cover of applause) “Applaud!” I don’t think she knew who said it, but she stopped – for a moment – and applauded.

Think twice before you do that. By not remaining to applaud the actors, you’ve not taken part in the whole experience. And you’ve been rude to the actors, or musicians, or performers. It’s not right.

End of memo.
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On another note. You know those moments when you have a doubt or misgiving about what you wrote in a post? I had that last night. I have a quirky sense of humor and it has kept me sane over the years. My dad is a wonderful guy who is going through his own particular hell right now. He does the best he can in the face of tremendous heartbreak. I love him dearly and do everything I can to help him through this. Since I am far away, I call him every day. We talk a lot. Lately, he’s been haunted by World War II. He’s been having nightmares. So we’ve been talking about the war. He’s also been sharing memories of his childhood. I remember that my grandmother did the same thing. As she neared the end of her life, she needed to talk about things that had happened long ago.

I know my dad’s situation is sad. Many of you remarked on that. It’s more than sad, it’s depressing, it’s heartbreaking, it’s never out of my mind. Nor is my mother’s. In the face of all of that, along with a host of other worries, like how do I pay the bills next month, I have to find any glimmer of humor that I can. So does my sister. Our sense of humor has carried us through a lot of heartbreak.

Anyway, if you read this blog regularly, you’ve witnessed my sense of the absurd many times. I hope you didn’t take what I wrote in the wrong way. (I get worried about things like this.) I’m actually rather proud of my sense of humor. My husband is the funniest person I know (a sense of humor was my most important requirement in a husband) and I can make him laugh. Can’t help it – I go for funny. It’s in my DNA.

Oh, and when I spoke of Drumsticks yesterday, I meant the ice cream cones.

Thanks for listening.

Happy Thursday.

One Last Post from the Road

June 17, 2011 at 10:14 am by Claudia

This is the Blithe Spirit set. I took this last night as I waited for our second preview performance to begin. We had a full house and lots of laughter. Whew! This space is named the Up-The-Hill Theatre. Believe me – it is up a hill.(I need to get in better shape.) And for most of this theater company’s existence, it has been the only performing space. Surrounded by trees, it springs up seemingly out of nowhere. The audiences here are incredibly loyal and they make an event out of coming to the theater. They picnic and grill and generally have a wonderful time before the show begins.

See? I wasn’t kidding about the name. The newest space is an indoor theater – the Touchstone. It is smaller in size and wonderfully intimate.

I really love the design; almost barn-like and beautiful in its simplicity.

More cows.

One of the now grown-up babies. I see this little one follow his dad around. I don’t know the fate of the others. One day, I saw a cat in the little area in which they hang out. I ran downstairs, shooed it away and immediately worried about the babies. And worried. Until I had to let go and just hope they all made it. Truly, I am not far from being a person who would pitch a tent and act as a sentry to protect the babies from all predators. Ask my husband. I am inches away from being ‘that Bird Lady.’ Feel free to substitute dog, cat, bunny, baby groundhog, chipmunk. They all work.

I’m packing boxes. Making lists. Getting ready to fly home on Sunday.

Moving On

A Memo to All Audience Members

One Last Post from the Road

Lambs Like to Party

A Note

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