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Crosses and garlic
Oct. 14th, 2004 01:48 amTonight was our first (and only,) complete dress rehearsal for Dracula. I'll admit it could have gone a whole lot better, (the last scene was a complete disaster,) but it could have gone a whole lot worse. I have seen excellent shows come out of a whole lot less.
The plague of See Ya When I Get There continues. One of our actors somehow got permission not to show up until halfway through the bloody rehearsal. Did I mention this is our only full run of the show before we open? I shouldn't let it bother me because it doesn't really affect me, but my mind just boggles. This is not how I was taught that things are done.
We're using actual communion wafers as props. I must confess, I did not know that communion wafers are mass produced and packaged in shrink-wrapped cellophane. The Body of Christ, meeting FDA guidelines for you. I can say things like that because I say them in sad irony. This is where I differ from the tragically hip pagan girl who sits next to me running the light board and thinks she's failing in her religious duty if she doesn't say something cutely blasphemous against Christianity at least once every ten minutes. Surely you all know the type. I seem to attract them like flies to a corpse.
Her: (re: the communion wafers.) I'm sure if I touched one I'd probably sizzle! Hee!Hee!Hee!
Me: You do NOT want to go there with me.
All my life I've tried to show kindness and love to people who mock what I believe in. It feels much more gratifying to mock them right back and sadly, they take it to heart more and actually stop doing it. It's unfortunate that people have to learn that way, but it seems more the rule than the exception. I don't give a damn what anybody else believes in. I'm happy if it works for them. But if they want to throw down with me on the subject, then I'll be more than happy to. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Jesus loves you, but I think you're an asshole.
I'm rambling. To the girl's credit, she didn't say anything more about it after that. A positive thing about the evening that made me feel quite humble and good was the ovation I received from the entire cast and crew on account of the music. (Actually, it was offered up to me and "my buddies," but I accepted on behalf of all the music crew.) More than one person has used the word "awesome" in reference to it in my presence and that means a lot to me. It wasn't a bad effort for a first time, I think, but knowing that other people think so is more rewarding than I can put into words.
And to everyone who keeps asking for a copy of the soundtrack, yes, I'm still planning on finding a way for you all to hear it. I just need to figure out how to go about it. Keep asking anyway, though. That'll make sure I actually do it. I seem to stand a better chance of completing things I embark upon when people are there to bug me and hold me accountable :)
Opening night tonight. It's gonna be interesting.
The plague of See Ya When I Get There continues. One of our actors somehow got permission not to show up until halfway through the bloody rehearsal. Did I mention this is our only full run of the show before we open? I shouldn't let it bother me because it doesn't really affect me, but my mind just boggles. This is not how I was taught that things are done.
We're using actual communion wafers as props. I must confess, I did not know that communion wafers are mass produced and packaged in shrink-wrapped cellophane. The Body of Christ, meeting FDA guidelines for you. I can say things like that because I say them in sad irony. This is where I differ from the tragically hip pagan girl who sits next to me running the light board and thinks she's failing in her religious duty if she doesn't say something cutely blasphemous against Christianity at least once every ten minutes. Surely you all know the type. I seem to attract them like flies to a corpse.
Her: (re: the communion wafers.) I'm sure if I touched one I'd probably sizzle! Hee!Hee!Hee!
Me: You do NOT want to go there with me.
All my life I've tried to show kindness and love to people who mock what I believe in. It feels much more gratifying to mock them right back and sadly, they take it to heart more and actually stop doing it. It's unfortunate that people have to learn that way, but it seems more the rule than the exception. I don't give a damn what anybody else believes in. I'm happy if it works for them. But if they want to throw down with me on the subject, then I'll be more than happy to. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Jesus loves you, but I think you're an asshole.
I'm rambling. To the girl's credit, she didn't say anything more about it after that. A positive thing about the evening that made me feel quite humble and good was the ovation I received from the entire cast and crew on account of the music. (Actually, it was offered up to me and "my buddies," but I accepted on behalf of all the music crew.) More than one person has used the word "awesome" in reference to it in my presence and that means a lot to me. It wasn't a bad effort for a first time, I think, but knowing that other people think so is more rewarding than I can put into words.
And to everyone who keeps asking for a copy of the soundtrack, yes, I'm still planning on finding a way for you all to hear it. I just need to figure out how to go about it. Keep asking anyway, though. That'll make sure I actually do it. I seem to stand a better chance of completing things I embark upon when people are there to bug me and hold me accountable :)
Opening night tonight. It's gonna be interesting.
