yesterday seems so faraway
Yesterday evening was the third performance of "The Fugue Code" in three days. Today I hurt. The soles of my feet, the tops of my feet, my ankles, my shins, my calves. My right big toe has what may be mini-splinters and what may be lacerations from the stage floor. My left thigh is strained from publicity chalking. My right knee is mysteriously bruised. My shoulders are tense, but that's usual - it's the hurt below the waist that is new to me.
We're halfway through our Ottawa run, and we've only just come out of the first weekend. Today I'm trying to convince myself to take the night off. Today is already almost noon. Response has been good - very good. No reviews yet, and I will post them when they come, but yesterday we had 49 people in our crowd (amazing, I'm told, for a sunday on the first weekend at Ottawa Fringe), including 12 performers who said amazing things to me after. That they would never have considered being that physical on stage, taking such risks, punching characters so much, trying to play four characters at once - but that when I do it, it works. It works, and it's funny and it's entertaining and they followed the story and they laughed and they we engaged throughout. And I must be snorting crack before the show.
We did not know if we could safely expect that people would climb on board and stay with the plot! But it would seem that my hard work makes them work hard too. I'm pretty happy. Alison's pretty happy. Last night felt like the real beginning of the tour. We treated ourselves to a good Italian meal before trundling off to ill-attended 11pm shows.
Friday and Saturday were good too, if a hair loose. I need to remember to spap my character changes quickly. I need to remember to breathe. I need to remember to look at specific people in the crowd. I will breathe as much as possible before our next performance on wednesday at 11pm.
We have a piece of theatre that's worth seeing. I have no idea how it happened, or how I perform it, but perhaps I shouldn't ask too many questions.
good Night, I mean g'mornig imean
We're halfway through our Ottawa run, and we've only just come out of the first weekend. Today I'm trying to convince myself to take the night off. Today is already almost noon. Response has been good - very good. No reviews yet, and I will post them when they come, but yesterday we had 49 people in our crowd (amazing, I'm told, for a sunday on the first weekend at Ottawa Fringe), including 12 performers who said amazing things to me after. That they would never have considered being that physical on stage, taking such risks, punching characters so much, trying to play four characters at once - but that when I do it, it works. It works, and it's funny and it's entertaining and they followed the story and they laughed and they we engaged throughout. And I must be snorting crack before the show.
We did not know if we could safely expect that people would climb on board and stay with the plot! But it would seem that my hard work makes them work hard too. I'm pretty happy. Alison's pretty happy. Last night felt like the real beginning of the tour. We treated ourselves to a good Italian meal before trundling off to ill-attended 11pm shows.
Friday and Saturday were good too, if a hair loose. I need to remember to spap my character changes quickly. I need to remember to breathe. I need to remember to look at specific people in the crowd. I will breathe as much as possible before our next performance on wednesday at 11pm.
We have a piece of theatre that's worth seeing. I have no idea how it happened, or how I perform it, but perhaps I shouldn't ask too many questions.
good Night, I mean g'mornig imean
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