Monday, October 29, 2007

The Garden Grave...

Last Friday, we did our one and only (foreseeable) performance of the Danse Macabre for this year. I have to admit, it was nice to get back out on stage and do a little improv. It's been a while since I've actually performed in front of people (last March?) and even longer since I last performed improv (last November?). I've spent most of the year writing, which I love of course, but I still have that itch to occasionally get up in front of an audience and make an ass out of myself.

I have missed doing the Danse Macabre too. Last year we did a pretty substantial run of the show and it was a good time. I think what makes it so much fun is the fact that the show is done in a style that is not only very appropriate for this time of year but also just a lot of fun. There's also nothing more enjoyable than fake-ripping the larynx off of another actor in the middle of an audience. I also tied a personal record three deaths on stage last Friday, so that was fun: (1) I had my throat cut open, (2) I was bludgeoned to death with some sort of gardening implement, and (3) I was killed by the innocence to two virginal females who happened to be twin sisters (played, naturally, by two men). Number 3 was probably the most satisfying.

The theatre in Three Oaks was absolutely gorgeous. The space is a converted Corset warehouse. They build a stage with a couple of trap doors, a hydraulic lift and catwalks across the top of the playing area. This gave us plenty of toys to work with, and one of the directives for our show was to use as much of the space as possible. There was one moment in the show where Don Hall and I took a ride up the hydraulic lift for a quick little scene. Did it advance the plot? No. Did it add anything to the audience's experience? Probably not. I had fun, though.

Once the show was over the owner of the theatre treated us to drinks and food and then put us all up for the night in a couple of different rooms in the building. It was like a little vacation.

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