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Flowers and a Theater

July 10, 2021 at 9:19 am by Claudia

All of these coneflowers are the result of the two original plants (planted years ago) self-seeding. They’ve also spread to areas beyond this garden bed. One has sprung up down by the hose, others pop up here and there in front of the bed. The same with the coneflowers in the bed under the living room window and those in the big garden bed and the beds on the far side of the house. If you can grow them where you are, I strongly recommend them. They’re tall, sturdy, and bloom for a long time.

I also have yellow coneflowers and white coneflowers here and there in the big garden bed.

Today might be the one day where we have no rain. What?? Is that possible? I’m going to take advantage of it and do some weed whacking and a wee bit of mowing in the corral area. Then I’ll work on my painting. Oh, and wash towels, vacuum, etc.

Don and I were talking about our time at the Old Globe this morning. Don, of course, has an even longer association with it than I do, working there as an apprentice when it was part community theater and part professional theater (in the summers.) We were lucky. I was lucky. I moved out to San Diego at the height of its best years, when Jack O’Brien was the Artistic Director and Craig Noel, who founded it, was still part of what was called the Triumvirate: Jack, Craig, and Tom Hall, the Managing Director. I’ve worked at a lot of theaters in my time, but I’ve never been a place that was so magical, where there was a community of artists and employees that was a family. When I moved out there, they welcomed me with open arms. I was wrapped in their collective embrace. The work being done on all three stages was consistently excellent. Jack, who is one of the most brilliant and inspiring artists it has been my pleasure to know, had so much charisma and talent that well-known actors routinely dropped everything to come and work there. That doesn’t happen so much nowadays. Sada Thompson, Marian Ross (who was a longtime friend of Craig Noel), Marsha Mason, John Goodman, Victor Garber, Neil Patrick Harris, Cherry Jones, Seth Green, Robert Foxworth, Michael Learned, Robert Hays, Daniel J. Travanti, Harold Gould, Hal Holbrook, Peter Krause, Dakin Matthews, Mariette Hartley, Megan Follows, Richard Easton – are just a few of the people I worked with during my time there, along with so many names you might not know, but who are highly respected actors with talent that would knock your socks off. Everyone wanted to work there. Much of that was due to the Globe’s reputation, and to Jack, specifically. We felt that we were doing something noble, something important, and the reactions of the audiences confirmed that.

I guess it’s on my mind because I chatted, via email, with Jack this week. He’s busy writing a new musical, the second volume of his autobiography, he’s brilliant and funny and thriving – at the age of 82. I’ve never met someone with more energy. In the last couple of years, both Don and I have written Jack at different times thanking him for everything. I learned so much from him. So much. I had two great pleasures, besides working with actors and seeing a show take shape. They were Company Call, when all the actors, designers, and staff that were working for the summer season, specifically, though it was done throughout the year, met in the main theater to be introduced. I cite the summer season because that’s when all three theaters were up and running. I looked forward to Jack’s opening remarks, as well as those of dear Craig Noel. Jack’s words were inspiring and glorious – every person in that room was an integral part of the greater goal and we were made to feel that way by Jack’s amazing words. And every person working, whether onstage or off, was introduced.

The other was table work. Table work happens at the beginning of rehearsals. The actors and director and dramaturg and text coach (me) sit around a table and work their way through the script; clarifying, questioning, researching, offering ideas as to interpretation. The most stimulating table work sessions were for Shakespeare – and the Globe was known for its productions of Shakespeare. I learned so much. It’s one thing to study the text in an academic way – that’s valuable, of course – but it’s another to study it in an active way, in a way that will eventually help it come alive on the stage. The reason I know so much about Shakespeare is rooted in my time at the Globe, where I sat at the feet of brilliant minds who knew their stuff. And the reason I have gone on to work on so many Shakespeare productions when I thought of myself as predominately a dialect coach, is because of the unofficial training I received at the Globe. I know my stuff.

I’ve gone on and on. But I was so fortunate to have been there at what I think was the pinnacle of that theater’s long existence. I’ve seen more recent productions and they’re fine and sometimes not so fine, but they are not, unfortunately, of the caliber and brilliance that I routinely saw when I was there. Theaters change, artistic directors leave and are replaced. And so it goes.

Grateful to have been there, to have chatted with both Jack and Darko this past week, to have been in the presence of greatness.

Stay safe.

Happy Saturday.

Filed Under: flowers, life, Shakespeare, theater 18 Comments

Day Four Hundred Three

April 20, 2021 at 10:37 am by Claudia

First up:

We tag-team mowed our massive front yard yesterday for the first time this year. We did a high-five and were proud of ourselves. Then, by the evening, we were frigging exhausted. And my allergies went haywire. The first mow is always the hardest and, eventually, it will be much easier. As will my allergies.

Started a new puzzle, but I was so stuffed up and tired after mowing that I didn’t get very far.

Today, we’re taking it easy.

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I’m sharing more today about my career. First, a clarification. My decision to teach was also based on the realization that after acting since I was 10 – that would be for 23 years – I no longer had any desire to act. I was done. Ironic, since I had just been granted an MFA in Acting. But without that degree, nothing that happened later would have happened. So, going back to grad school changed my life. It was a bold move for someone like me. I’d stayed in Michigan. I was cautious. At the time, I was not someone who could just pick up and move someplace far away. I had ties to my family, I watched out for my sisters, I had a support group of friends and family. But staying there, I realized when I turned 30, would have been lethal for me. I was stuck working in a job that I didn’t like to support myself. I worked 40 hours a week and spent another 25 rehearsing for various productions. I hated doing something I had absolutely no interest in. I had dear friends who knew me well and urged me to make a change. I knew that the way to do it was to audition for a graduate program and earn a post-graduate degree (which had always been important to me.) Once I made that decision, the rest followed.

So. Three times in my life I have changed my course. Moving away to grad school. Deciding to no longer act, but to teach instead. And eventually giving up a lucrative teaching position and resident voice and dialect position with the Old Globe Theater in San Diego to move east with my husband and freelance.

But back to Boston University. That job was everything for me. I worked my ass off. I was usually gone for 12 – 15  hours a day, teaching classes during the day, attending rehearsals at night. Since it was my first teaching job, I felt like I was about 2 days ahead of my students. Every night, I wrote a lesson plan for the next day. Then I ‘sold’ it. That is what I did when I interviewed for a job – I had to teach a class and I sold it. (I can be very funny and charming.) Same with teaching. I think all of us – at times – feel like we’re fakes, pretending to be qualified when, in our heart, we feel exactly the opposite.

That entire first year, as I taught phonetics and Standard American Speech (speech for the stage that had no discernible regionalisms and a rich, full sound) and another class in dialects, I was figuring out how to teach it. I was blessed in my colleague Robert Chapline, a brilliant teacher who became my mentor. I wrote about him a few years ago when he died. He was always there for me if I had questions –  a gentle man and a gentle guide.

BU’s program was a tough one and there were cuts made after the second year. (I hated making those decisions.) But it was a BFA program and when you’re 18 and coping with all sorts of changes in addition to the demands of classwork and performance, there comes a time when you – or the faculty – realize it’s not the right fit. But the students! Lord, how I loved them. They were fiercely talented and intelligent and funny and demanding and I remain friends with many of them to this day. They brought out the best in me. I had to become good at what I do. I coached everything; mainstage shows, lab shows, projects…I never stopped.

I worked there for five years, only leaving because I was paid too little to survive long-term in Boston, which is a very expensive place to live. When Bill Lacey hired me, he hired me as a visiting assistant professor. Since they hadn’t been able to do a full-out search, I was ‘on approval’ for that first year. I was so grateful for the job that I accepted a ridiculously low salary and, though I got a raise every year, it wasn’t enough to make a huge difference. Luckily, for four out of the five years I was there, I lived in a rent controlled apartment in Cambridge. But my first year? The smallest studio I have EVER lived in – three times the rent of the rent-controlled one bedroom I eventually moved into. The size of many walk-in closets I see on Instagram.

Many of those students are working to this day. Some of them are rather big in Hollywood; Krista Vernoff, the show runner for Gray’s Anatomy and Station 19. Michael Medico, who directs for both those shows, as well as others. Cynthia Watros, Daytime Emmy Award winner for her long-running role on Guiding Light, Abraham Higginbotham, producer for Will and Grace, Ugly Betty, and Executive Producer and Writer for Modern Family and multiple Emmy winner. Peter Paige,  actor in the series Queer as Folk  and many more, and producer and creator of The Fosters. Kim Raver, actress, who has had continuing roles on countless shows; 24,  Ray Donovan, Designated Survivor and currently, Grey’s Anatomy.  Anthony Ruivivar, who works constantly – he was a regular on Third Watch and has a new series starting up right now. He’s also married to a fellow alum, Yvonne Jung. And more, of course, I just can’t remember specifics at the moment. I am still friends with them to this day.

They shaped me. They made me want to help them and be the very best I could be.

Also, while I was at BU, I started to coach in regional theater, specifically, at the Huntington Theater in Boston as well as the North Shore Music Theater. All of that experience prepared me for my next job.

More later.

Stay safe.

Happy Tuesday.

Filed Under: Boston, coaching, teaching, theater 29 Comments

Day Sixty-Eight

May 20, 2020 at 10:14 am by Claudia

I just took this picture the other day – they’re still blooming. Everything is a bit late this year. These daffs were planted by a previous owner. There’s a mound of them just beyond the back of the shed, as well. I think they’re so delicate and beautiful.

I took it easy yesterday. Basically I just hung out inside the house, except for a brief watering session with the newly sown seeds. It’s quite lovely right now; another gorgeously sunny day. Don has been making trails up in the woods, clearing out the paths we already had established. It looks good up there and it gives him a satisfying project.

Now if he could just learn some building skills so I can have a greenhouse.

That’s been a dream of mine for a long time, and it’s not helped by all the photos of greenhouses I see on Instagram or on Gardener’s World. It sometimes seems as if every British gardener has a greenhouse of some sort. My dream planting area would be surrounded by a brick wall with beds full of flowers and plants and vegetables and a greenhouse tucked in the corner. It also seems like every other garden I see on Gardener’s World has a beautiful brick wall, the perfect background for vines and climbing roses and clematis.

But, really, all I want is a modest little greenhouse. But even modest ones are pricey. Highly doubtful that will happen. Still, it’s always nice to have a dream, don’t you think?

Can you tell I’ve been watching my favorite gardening show?

Don received a letter from his agent the other day, updating all her clients about what’s going on during the lockdown. The future looks bleak. Broadway is officially closed until September but she said that it’s quite likely that nothing will reopen until 2021. It’s now May of 2020. That leaves at least seven more months of no work. And if that’s the case for Broadway, then it’s most likely the case for regional theaters. Maybe television and film could start up earlier than that, but how to film with social distancing? Don has been on plenty of sets in his 50 years as an actor and he says there is no way you can distance. Neither of us will have the opportunity to work until next year, at the earliest. Extend that same timeline to prop artists, set designers, lighting designers, technicians, sound designers, crew, stage managers, directors, composers, front-of-house crews, ushers, box office staff, house managers, production companies and all of their staff members, rehearsal studios, marketing, publicity, artistic directors, administrative staff, costume designers and crew, production managers, television and film studios, grips and every other worker you see on the list of credits at the end of a film – and there are thousands. This list is just off the top of my head, but there’s more. We know of a few shows, one of them directed by a friend of ours, that were just about to open on Broadway when the lockdown occurred. Will they ever open? What shows (that are already running) will not be able to sustain this long break without an audience and box office sales? What regional theaters will go down? What agencies will not survive?

And then, extend this scenario to opera companies, dance companies, symphony orchestras, museums, cultural organizations of every kind…and you have a nightmare scenario for the Arts, which, let’s face it, are always just getting by.

Even though Don had certainly been thinking about it, seeing it in the email really threw him. He had a delayed reaction. He’s not ready to retire and was worried about commuting to the city for auditions, having already made the decision to put his auditions on video – what is called self-taping. But nothing for at least the rest of the year and beyond? It’s really devastating. We are grateful for Don’s pensions and for Social Security – it’s tight, but we can survive. Imagine how hard it is for those who have no other source of income.

So that’s the reality at this house right now. Neither of us has or will have any work for the foreseeable future. We saw it coming, of course, and I’ve mentioned it here before, but…wow.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

Filed Under: flowers, garden, social distancing, theater 45 Comments

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