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bluecastleOk, so let me just apologize ahead of time for the whinging I'm am likely to be doing over the next four days as we work on putting up "The Belle of Amherst." Production weeks require a lot of venting... and my cat is tired of hearing me stomping around the house cursing at things.
So. You have been warned! :0)
Tonight was supposed to be a cue to cue with a run following.
Yeah. Ok. So anyone who actually thought that was what was going to happen (a.k.a. the director) really needs to get a reality check.
Now I like lighting designers. Even after doing theater for the past 25 years, I know very little about lighting things. So I need those guys and gals who are willing to run up and down ladders and handle hot things and punch bright blinky buttons to make the lights turn off and on.
I would like to blame our LD for faffing around endlessly, putting us hours behind schedule, and ending up with us essentially bagging rehearsal as he ran around and tweaked things.
But really, it was a clusterfuck all the way around, and the LD is just the designated scapegoat tonight. The LD couldn't focus 'cause we didn't have the furniture on time. The dress still looks half-assed as every alteration just makes some other part of the dress look even worse. We are still hunting for furniture and props. We haven't run the show in like weeks . Some schmo who designed the space w/o out any theater background painted the walls taupe and mustard, and so any lighting is fighting an uphill battle, from the get. One of the co-producers just got home the other day from major open heart surgery.
So as you can see it's just wrong. What's a stressed stage manager to do?
The good news is that I've been doing this for long enough that shit like this ceases to scare me. Annoy me, yes. But it will all get pulled together somehow and Friday there will be people in the seats, and "Emily" will talk to them for 85 minutes (and they get CAKE)... and they'll be amazed simply because it was 85 minutes of memorization (If she hasn't forgotten it all by now...).
But I just hate sitting around on a grotty platform for four hours waiting for other people to get their shit in gear!
So now I am nomming a giant bucket 'o onion rings and watching Kathy Griffin on the tee vee and trying to decompress.
So. You have been warned! :0)
Tonight was supposed to be a cue to cue with a run following.
Yeah. Ok. So anyone who actually thought that was what was going to happen (a.k.a. the director) really needs to get a reality check.
Now I like lighting designers. Even after doing theater for the past 25 years, I know very little about lighting things. So I need those guys and gals who are willing to run up and down ladders and handle hot things and punch bright blinky buttons to make the lights turn off and on.
I would like to blame our LD for faffing around endlessly, putting us hours behind schedule, and ending up with us essentially bagging rehearsal as he ran around and tweaked things.
But really, it was a clusterfuck all the way around, and the LD is just the designated scapegoat tonight. The LD couldn't focus 'cause we didn't have the furniture on time. The dress still looks half-assed as every alteration just makes some other part of the dress look even worse. We are still hunting for furniture and props. We haven't run the show in like weeks . Some schmo who designed the space w/o out any theater background painted the walls taupe and mustard, and so any lighting is fighting an uphill battle, from the get. One of the co-producers just got home the other day from major open heart surgery.
So as you can see it's just wrong. What's a stressed stage manager to do?
The good news is that I've been doing this for long enough that shit like this ceases to scare me. Annoy me, yes. But it will all get pulled together somehow and Friday there will be people in the seats, and "Emily" will talk to them for 85 minutes (and they get CAKE)... and they'll be amazed simply because it was 85 minutes of memorization (If she hasn't forgotten it all by now...).
But I just hate sitting around on a grotty platform for four hours waiting for other people to get their shit in gear!
So now I am nomming a giant bucket 'o onion rings and watching Kathy Griffin on the tee vee and trying to decompress.
