What does a dog say?
Good thing only our most trusted allies showed up to our show at the Cornservatory tonight. Major technical failures, no set-up time and other troubles made a rough show. Luckily, we weren't the only rough show tonight. Tonight may have been the worst CIC showcase in some time. The first group who is usually great, had a rough improv set. Then we had our awkward yelling into the booth "You said we'd have a couple minutes to set up!" moment. We had a total failure of our film projection. The playstation2 wouldn't play.Then after we were done, the host was very late getting on stage to the point that someone from the first group went up and started asking people what their favorite day of the week was. Then we found the last group standing half a block down the street laughing and talking. Next they ran down the street into the theater and performed. I heard a lot of hysterical screaming during their set. When they came downstairs after the show they said, "The audience eventually warmed up." I take that to mean that it wasn't a very good night for them either.
Oh and the CIC banner kept falling down.
Then that child was murdered in the third row.
Bad night all around.
Oh and Jesus came back and decided that he didn't want a single person in this entire world. So good luck everyone. It was a rough night for all of us.
Oh and the CIC banner kept falling down.
Then that child was murdered in the third row.
Bad night all around.
Oh and Jesus came back and decided that he didn't want a single person in this entire world. So good luck everyone. It was a rough night for all of us.
posted by Churchill at 12:31 AM
2 Comments:
Woof! Woof woof!
At least according to that gizmo they got in my daughter's classroom, the one where you pull a string and an arrow turns and lands on a doggie.
Theatre is transitory, your talent is ageless, another night will bring a better alignment of everyone's resources.
Sorry it was a tough road to hoe, I feel your pain, and remind you that nights like that make for great disaster stories down the line.
Ask me about the dance company show that fell apart so badly I nearly hyperventilated myself into passing out, with over 700 in the audience of the nicest theatre I have ever worked in (in the basement of the Harold Washington Library, it's a transformative moment for someone that's only really woked in black boxes in converted spaces) ever. Oh, that one's not funny. Ok, there's "Baker's Wife", that story is funny. Can can dancers in the dark. Yep that's funny.
What's that old saw about the fine line between tragedy and comedy? And that the difference is often distance and time? Yea, that's what I was going for, poorly. Been a (sarcasm) great (/sarcasm) week over here too.
Luv ya still!
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