I'm not going to Richard's rehearsal. I don't want to.
Maybe I want to.
Ok - here's the thing - when I was rehearsing with Richard
I hated when people dropped in for a rehearsal.
for what? I wondered.
and who the hell are you?
and what do you think you are watching?
and what are you judging?
and I don't give a good god damn who you are
or what you think
and I wish you would just leave. Now. So we can get to work.
And, frankly, I don't want to be that guy, that stranger, that intruder for the actors. Or the stage manager. Or the interns.
As a performer I almost hate to admit it -
but
I, too, almost resented the fact that we had to perform his play in public.
Really.
I didn't want to hear what people thought. I didn't want to know what they found funny or sad or this or that.
I just wanted to show up every day at that theater and work.
Working with Richard is work.
Good old fashioned, blue collar, show up, roll up your sleeves
and
work.
get tired
keep working
get aggravated
keep working
the focus growing narrower and narrower everyday.
Do your job.
Work.
And then a stranger would come in...
A stranger taking notes (perhaps a possible preview story about the show, perhaps someone writing their thesis, etc etc)
and I wanted to smack 'em.
I don't go to construction sites to watch men work.
Sit around and watch.
Just not natural.
Not human, really. Is it?
Anyway. I like reading what people write about his rehearsals. I am reminded as I read these blogs how strange and funny and wild those rehearsals can be.
Maybe Richard's next play should just be one long 12 month rehearsal
and people can come and go as they please
take notes or not
watch some of it this monday
some next tuesday
and to hell with the one hour event.
Then
just then
maybe I'd go to a rehearsal or a few.
DJ's latest project is an internet soap opera that can be watched at www.startherefilms.com
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
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