The whole ball o' wax
Jul. 27th, 2005 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I am pleased to announce that my plugged up ear is no more. What I mean is not that I no longer have an ear, but that I now have an ear which no longer has nasty greyish-reddish-brownish clots of wax strangling it. My ear canal is clean and it feels goooood.
Other good news is I get a night off from rehearsal tonight. Bad news is that I have to go down to the theatre anyway since the director of The Crucible is having a mandatory "workshop" for the cast members. This is the second night of it, the one for all the people in Midsummer who couldn't make it last night. As I was leaving rehearsal last night, I peered through the door of the room he was using for this "workshop" and he had everyone in there engaged in some weird kind of expressionistic dance with lots of arm-waving and shuffling to some kind of trancey New Agey crystal-channeling music. What this has to do with witchcraft in 18th century Massachussetts, I have no idea.
I've been worried about this guy since I met him at auditions and especially since he sent out the email announcing these "workshops" that included the words "trust me." I expect a great deal of eccentricity from theatre directors - you have to be eccentric to want to do it in the first place as no rational person who values their comfort and sanity would want to - but if every rehearsal is going to be a fluffy-bunny New Age metrosexual love-in then it's going to be a loooong two months until showtime.
Oh well, since I won't really know until after I've experienced whatever he has in store tonight, I probably shouldn't even be talking about it and just go to bed instead. A pessimist is angry that he has to dance to metrosexual rave music. An optimist is happy that his ear is unplugged and his equilibrium restored, thus enabling him to both hear the music and remain upright while krumpin' along to it.
Other good news is I get a night off from rehearsal tonight. Bad news is that I have to go down to the theatre anyway since the director of The Crucible is having a mandatory "workshop" for the cast members. This is the second night of it, the one for all the people in Midsummer who couldn't make it last night. As I was leaving rehearsal last night, I peered through the door of the room he was using for this "workshop" and he had everyone in there engaged in some weird kind of expressionistic dance with lots of arm-waving and shuffling to some kind of trancey New Agey crystal-channeling music. What this has to do with witchcraft in 18th century Massachussetts, I have no idea.
I've been worried about this guy since I met him at auditions and especially since he sent out the email announcing these "workshops" that included the words "trust me." I expect a great deal of eccentricity from theatre directors - you have to be eccentric to want to do it in the first place as no rational person who values their comfort and sanity would want to - but if every rehearsal is going to be a fluffy-bunny New Age metrosexual love-in then it's going to be a loooong two months until showtime.
Oh well, since I won't really know until after I've experienced whatever he has in store tonight, I probably shouldn't even be talking about it and just go to bed instead. A pessimist is angry that he has to dance to metrosexual rave music. An optimist is happy that his ear is unplugged and his equilibrium restored, thus enabling him to both hear the music and remain upright while krumpin' along to it.