S'ktoooooon!
We have opened at Saskatoon Fringe!
I did NOT feel quite 100% today, by our 5:30 curtain, but I certainly felt better than most of yesterday. The fever is mostly gone and I'm well into the final stage of the illness, which, as always for me, is COUGHING. This is obviously problematic during theatrical performance. But I know that this kind of coughing is, to some degree, psychological. If I want to, I can let the phlegm build up in the back of my throat and not cough at all. I can ignore the tickle. And I did, today, until there was so much phlegm built up that every breath, no matter how light, was something of a wet wheeze that - as the hour-long show progressed - I wanted more and more to expel with a whimsical sound that would sound something like "S'ktoooooon!!" which is of course where we are. The situation was mitigated by getting to cough a bit during my 2.5 minutes offstage, and a bottle of water in the back corner of the stage that I used (always as my Jerome character for some reason) once or twice. On the whole, it was fine - and it's good to be open.
After the show I was accosted by an expert on Baroque tuning systems who enjoyed the show, but accused me (I fear, correctly) of perpetuating the myth that Well Temperament was close to Equal Temperament. And I'm the kind of person who doesn't want to perpetuate myths. I like to create new ones - and most of The Fugue Code is based on made-up history anyhow. I'll think about it.
I did NOT feel quite 100% today, by our 5:30 curtain, but I certainly felt better than most of yesterday. The fever is mostly gone and I'm well into the final stage of the illness, which, as always for me, is COUGHING. This is obviously problematic during theatrical performance. But I know that this kind of coughing is, to some degree, psychological. If I want to, I can let the phlegm build up in the back of my throat and not cough at all. I can ignore the tickle. And I did, today, until there was so much phlegm built up that every breath, no matter how light, was something of a wet wheeze that - as the hour-long show progressed - I wanted more and more to expel with a whimsical sound that would sound something like "S'ktoooooon!!" which is of course where we are. The situation was mitigated by getting to cough a bit during my 2.5 minutes offstage, and a bottle of water in the back corner of the stage that I used (always as my Jerome character for some reason) once or twice. On the whole, it was fine - and it's good to be open.
After the show I was accosted by an expert on Baroque tuning systems who enjoyed the show, but accused me (I fear, correctly) of perpetuating the myth that Well Temperament was close to Equal Temperament. And I'm the kind of person who doesn't want to perpetuate myths. I like to create new ones - and most of The Fugue Code is based on made-up history anyhow. I'll think about it.
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