Yes, scary as that may seem, it could be true. Poetry Alive! called today to see if I want to tour with them next year. I think I do, but am waiting to see if a couple better (read: non-touring) jobs pan out.
Now, Poetry Alive! does both domestic and international tours, so that could make my decision as well. If they want me to tour Australia or Europe or something, sign me up. I may be getting a little road weary for touring the good ol’ US of A, though.
The job would be teaching English and Communication skills through poetry performance. The tours have no sets, no costumes, no props, just actors. That would be such a great thing I can’t even describe it. It would also be cool if Sweden were involved, or Italy, or Japan….
We spent the weekend in Chicago which is very cool no matter what; I love Chicago. As we were walking through the theatre district we decided to stop in at Borders and enter the drawing for Wicked tickets. The show was sold out, but 2 hours before every show they draw names for 20 tickets. Well, my name was the next to last one called! I never win anything like that, but we got 2 tickets in row B for $50. These seats would normally have cost us $170.
After enduring a number of really awful shows last year (only a couple of them ours), January finds us seeing good theatre right off the bat. We just saw a production of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by Nevermore Theatre Company in Milwaukee. It was a very solid production and served as a reminder of just how simple good theatre can be.
I can’t believe I forgot to mention this. When we were setting up for our morning show, she came by to make sure we had editted the show. It was then that she came up with the following winner. She told Janell, “Any other time of the year, it would be okay, but not now.”
Uh. What? Does that mean tomorrow, last week, next month, what? If we had done the show on Friday, could we have done our regular show? What exactly is going to be different 3 weeks from now (or 3 weeks ago)?
Wow, did it suck! I guess there were a couple of things that were okay: we cut 14 minutes off the show and uh, nope; that’s the only positive thing. We still have to go back and do an afternoon show at the same school, J H Brooks Elementary in Moon Township, PA. We’ll actually be able to do it faster this time since we have a little practice. I’m going for 29 minutes.
It’s that people like Lynnette Conti Dinello, Principal of J H Brooks Elementary School in Moon Township, PA, are in charge of education. Before you think me too harsh, please know that I have spent almost a decade of my life as at least a part-time acting/theatre instructor. My parents are both educators (now happily retired) and I have lived my entire adult life as an actor or bartender (both people businesses where you have to give others the benefit of the doubt). So please, listen to my tale of incredible idiocy.
Yes, dinner and a show–even at different places–were strangely similar in theme. We saw Murderer at The Barter Theatre this afternoon. I really can’t describe this show as anything I say about it would be a spoiler. Suffice it to say that I was not that impressed with any of it except the production values. That is never a good thing, plays are about stories not sets and sounds. Lest you think I may be crying foul about The Barter, I think the primary short-coming of this show is the script. I can’t be sure, but it certainly seems that way; I’m going to find a copy and read it to make sure.
The theatre itself was very nice and has a resident company that performs no fewer than 17 shows a year (mainstage, second stage, and touring / childrens theatre). The second stage space was a really nice, intimate 170 seat thrust stage. Nicely appointed, the first row of the audience is right on top of the stage, at times the actors were literally 2 inches away from some of the patrons.
The Barter was opened by a starving artist in 1933 and admission was 40 cents or the equivalent in produce. I really like that concept. They continued it for a long while, too. Even today, they have a day every year that they only accept food donations for admission. On that day, you truly have to barter your way into the show (the food is donated to a local pantry).
We had dinner this evening at The Starving Artist Cafe (no relation to the theatre). It certainly is not a place for starving artists to eat. It is a high-end seafood place which starving artists could never afford. The food was very good, and there was some very nice artwork displayed on its walls (it doubles a gallery). The artwork, I presume, may be by starving artists.
All in all, Abingdon is a nice little town. We’re going to go by an actual working mill that still uses 18th century techniques tomorrow morning on our way out of town. I can only think that will help the charm factor.