Wednesday, January 26, 2011
That was college for me.
I loved it.
But I'm not sorry to not be doing it anymore.
With that said, I've had a lot of reminders lately of what enthusiasm being an undergrad involved in theatre can bring.
I'm taking a Stage Combat class at Tufts this semester (hey it's a job perk, and it's being taught by local fight guy Meron Langsner...so win/win) with 7 undergraduate theatre people. Not all of them are majors, but they've all been involved in productions at Tufts, and they all want to continue pursuing theatre in some way when they graduate. And they just seem SO excited to be in class. They are excited to learn things that will help them on stage, to work with their friends, to just be in class being taught about something they're passionate about. It's an odd thing when you've been away from it for a long period of time, to accept as part of your life again. And it's going to be a tough adjustment: writing a few papers, working with a scene partner, dashing from my office to class...pushups. I mean, I had really put behind me what it meant to take a theatre class. And I don't mean an acting class. That I remember well, and I've done some workshops since graduating, but this class is a different thing. It's about making myself ready to learn not only from my teacher, but also from my classmates, and being happy to add something new to my skill set.
I also went to see a production put up by BU students (or recently graduated alums...I couldn't tell) at Club Oberon. It was a Beatles/Bacchae mash-up set for the club atmosphere. And you know what...it mostly worked. The script had some problems, and there was definitely a fly-by- the-seat-of-your-pants kind of atmosphere...but those kids had charisma, and talent, and just this live-wire energy that made you want to be there. They created this thing from scratch and found the perfect space for it and a good crowd to come out on a Sunday and just PERFORMED for everyone like nothing else mattered in the world. It was just fun to be around, and it sparked that thing in me that made me remember why I chose to go to college for Acting and why I'm still putting myself out there now.
Like I said, since graduating I haven't been at all sorry to be out of college. I am making a life I like for myself and I'm making my own rules on how to be in theatre, but I definitely lost hold of all of the fresh, excited energy I had about myself and myself as a student and potential professional in theatre, and I think that's made it harder for me to accept the things I don't like about the business, or the hard times I find being in the real world. And I'm glad to have the reminders.
So for now, I'm taking a step back into that mindset. The open, excited, do it because you love it mind set that you have to have to make it through 4 (or 5 or 8) years of college theatre. Because it's a way to have fun, take risks, be challenged, and be myself, and what more can you ask for when you make theatre your living?
Friday, January 21, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
We wouldn't have been able to do it without the following people:
Noah Tobin, Sarah Farbo, Mikey DiLoreto, Stacy Fox, Barbara DiGiorlamo, Jake Scaltetro, Coriana Hunt-Schwartz, Lindsay Eagle, Christine Toohey...and many others.
Please support our sponsors!
Independent Drama Society
Glengarry Glen Ross
Now through January 22, 2011
Boston Center for the Arts, Plaza Black Box
11:11 Theatre Company
The Master Forger
January 28 - February 2, 2011
The Factory Theatre
Happy Medium Theatre Company
The Spitting Image
March 23 - April 2, 2011
The Factory Theatre
Flat Earth Theatre Company
April 1 - April 9, 2011
Thanks again to everyone who helped make this first fund-raising campaign a success.
Also, a shout out to Imaginary Beasts for a fun night in Salem with their 2011 Winter Panto Dracula: Re-Vamped. It's definitely worth the trip up with a fun show, a set of performers ready to play and have a good time, and an environment where shouting and heckling are encouraged. Go see it until January 30 at the Griffen Theatre, 7 Lynde Street, Salem MA.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Come help us finish up this round of our Bake-Sale fund raising campaign with Independent Drama Society's production of Glengarry Glen Ross! We'll be hocking cupcakes once again Saturday at 4pm at the Boston Center for the Arts.
About the show!
Glengarry Glen Ross
By: David Mamet
Directed by: Brett Marks
Examine the inner workings of a small real estate firm under a job-threatening sales contest. Drawing from current economic turmoil, the Independent Drama Society revives David Mamet's classic examination of working life and how a harsh economy drives good people to desperate action. Mamet's Tony Award-nominated and Pulitzer Prize-winning drama is one that the Washington Post claims "everyone should see."
January 14, 20, 21, & 22 @ 8pm
January 16 @ 3pm
January 15 @ 4pm - CoLab Bake-Sale
$23, $18 Students and Seniors
Boston Center of the Arts
The Plaza Black Box Theatre
Thursday, January 13, 2011
VOICEOVER: You have one new voice message; you have four saved voice messages. To listen to your messages, press one. (She presses one.) First voice message, received today at 9:21 p.m.
VOICEOVER: Ugh. I always forget how generic your voicemail is. Seriously, girl, you need to rerecord that shit. Anyways, it’s me. Todd. Your best friend. I just thought I’d remind your sweet little ass that I even effin exist since you seem to be ignoring all my calls.
COURTNEY glares at the phone.
TODD: I fully expect to see your face tonight.
COURTNEY: (To the phone) I’m busy.
TODD: Before you start in, you are not busy. You are sitting at home. In your pajamas, watching Gossip Girl reruns, and making a Lean Cuisine.
Glaring at the phone, she reaches for a can of breadcrumbs on the table and starts to pour them on top.
TODD: Putting breadcrumbs on that goddamned mac and cheese is not gonna make it taste real, honey. It’s just going to make it fattening fake cheese. Give it up. Get dressed. Get down here. I’m calling back if I don’t see you in twenty. Love you!
COURTNEY flops down on the couch next to the cell phone. She stares at it, sighs, and throws it at the can, knocking it off the table. The doorbell rings. COURTNEY hops up, hopeful. Tries to adjust her hair and her pajamas but realizes it’s a lost cause and goes to the door anyways. TODD, 25, well groomed in designer labels and a black pea coat enters with flair.
TODD: Honey, I’m home.
COURTNEY: (Retreating to the couch.) I thought I had twenty minutes.
TODD: Well, I was going to stand in your hallway for twenty minutes and wait for you to get dressed, but I thought it was trashy to drink this straight from the bottle. (He brandishes a bottle of champagne.)
COURTNEY: (Flopping down on the couch and shoveling her mac and cheese into her mouth defiantly.) Go away!
TODD: Oh, Boo, you are a mess.
COURTNEY: Not helping. Go away, Todd.
TODD: Don’t think so. You need to come out. Come see people. This place would make anyone depressed.
COURTNEY: I’m fine, okay? I’m not thrilled with the situation but I’m not depressed. I just need some time to get over it.
TODD: Your hair isn’t washed.
COURTNEY: Thanks, Mom.
TODD: You didn’t go to work today.
COURTNEY: How do you know that?
TODD stares at her smugly.
COURTNEY: (Starts to smile.) Oh my god. Benny?! I knew you two were going to hook up. I knew it! If you get married, I’m so your maid of honor.
TODD: Back it up, honey. The only thing he’s hooking me up with is information. About you.
COURTNEY: You make it sound like you’re James Bond or something. All you had to do is send one text.
TODD: Just looking out for you. Call me your fairy godmother.
COURTNEY: I’ll call you a fairy all right.
TODD: Ouch. That was harsh. Good thing I have my magic shields up or I would’ve been offended.
COURTNEY: I’m sorry, Todd. I’m sorry. I –
TODD: Baby, coming from you, I am so not offended.
COURTNEY: God, this is so screwed up.
TODD: It’s been a long December, kiddo.
COURTNEY: No kidding.
TODD: (Pause.) You wanna vent?
COURTNEY: Haven’t I done enough of that?
TODD: Eh, I don’t mind. I’m a little buzzed already. Here. (Hands her the bottle.) You start chatting. I’ll get the glasses. (Exits to the kitchen.)
COURTNEY: You really don’t have to do this. (She picks up her phone.)
TODD: (Offstage.) Put down your phone!
COURTNEY: Go back to your party.
TODD: (Entering with two champagne flutes.) Fairy godmother, remember? It’s my job to get your ready for the ball. Then I can get trashed and make bad decisions. (While she is talking, he pops the cork and pours two glasses. He sips from his but she leaves hers untouched on the table throughout.)
COURTNEY: Fine. What do you want from me? I’m miserable. I’m sitting home alone on New Year’s Eve.
TODD: Were sitting home alone. Now you’ve got a date. Get dressed. Everyone is expecting us.
COURTNEY: I can’t show my face at that party.
TODD: It’s the hair that I’m concerned with, not your face.
TODD: It’s fine. Grunge will probably be in again in 2011. You’re ahead of the curve. Continue.
COURTNEY: I got dumped!
TODD: We’ve all been dumped.
COURTNEY: Not like this. This is…
TODD: I know.
COURTNEY: I keep waiting for the apology call.
COURTNEY: Stop obsessing because he’ll come to his senses or stop because he’s never going to call? (Pause.) I thought you were him. At the door before. I just thought, maybe… God, there were no romantic gestures while we were dating why would there be now? He’s not going to call, is he?
TODD: I don’t know, Boo. I’m not him. I wouldn’t get my hopes up though.
COURTNEY: That’s encouraging.
TODD: You didn’t let me finish. Your hopes aren’t worth it. Hope on something good. Something special. Don’t hope on Adam.
COURTNEY: All I want is Adam.
TODD: Not what you need though. Okay, Court. It’s midnight somewhere.
COURTNEY: (Looking at her phone.) It’s 9:30.
TODD: It’s midnight thirty somewhere. Time for a resolution.
COURTNEY: Todd –
TODD: (Standing, holding his glass in his hand.) I, Courtney James –
TODD: I, Courtney James.
COURTNEY: I, Courtney James.
TODD: Resolve to live 2011 for me. Not for some boy, not even my fabo best friend, Todd Silver.
COURTNEY: Resolve to live 2011 for me. Even though I’m being fed these lines by my lamo best friend, Todd Silver.
TODD: Ugh. How long have we been friends?
COURTNEY: How long ago was third grade?
TODD: Exactly. We’ve seen a lot of breakups together. And we always get through them. After awhile we even laugh at them. Mostly mine, I’ll admit, but seriously how many of these do you think we’ve been through?
COURTNEY: Too many.
TODD: Remember my first broken heart?
COURTNEY: I don’t want to play this game. (She takes a sip of champagne.)
TODD: Lauren Engel. Fourth grade.
COURTNEY: She broke up with you because you told her stirrup pants were out. Little did we know, that was you coming out.
TODD: I was devastated! But, yes, that was a huge flashing, glittery sign right there. Too bad no one pointed it out to Lauren.
COURTNEY: (Laughing.) Whatever, I ran into her when I was home for Thanksgiving. Girl still can’t dress herself.
TODD: See. Sixteen years later and we’re still laughing. Darren Reynolds, eighth grade.
COURTNEY: Oh god. I still maintain that I broke up with him!
TODD: I will admit that you ran out of Seven Minutes in Heaven first, however, I vividly remember him telling Scottie whats-his-face to tell me to tell you that it was over!
COURTNEY: I had too much orange soda. Should have peed before I went in. He had Dorito breath anyways. Oh god. Remember Sam Langley?
TODD: Do I remember Sam Langley? Honey, we ate more pints of ice cream that week than ever before. This (he motions up and down at her current state) is nothing compared to Sam Langley.
COURTNEY: Ah! It was right before prom and I so almost didn’t fit into that dress afterwards.
TODD: Oh, shut up. We both looked fierce that night.
COURTNEY: And here we are, almost 2011. You’re still my date and I’m still a sobbing mess. We’ve just graduated from Ben and Jerry’s. (She raises her glass to him and drains it.)
TODD: No tears tonight.
COURTNEY: Should’ve shown up around four.
TODD: Good. We’ve gotten it out for the day. Now, you’ve got exactly seven minutes to find something shiny to wear before we head out for the night. Go. Move.
COURTNEY: Todd, I really appreciate the cheering up, but I’m really not in the mood. You won’t have any fun with me –
TODD: Court. We’ve been friends for more than half our lives. We’ve been through it all. Bad breakups. Your parents’ divorce. The two months my dad couldn’t sit at the same dinner table as me because I brought a boyfriend home from college. I don’t care about tonight. We can sit on this goddamned couch in your ugly sweatshirt and celebrate it together. I care about you and I hate seeing you like this. I love you too fucking much to let you be alone right now. And not because it’s New Year’s but because you’re hurting. But if tonight’s for starting fresh, I wanna start fresh together. Okay?
COURTNEY lunges at him for a bear hug before he can even get the last words out. They stay like this in silence for a few moments.
COURTNEY: I love you.
TODD: Love you back.
COURTNEY: Who would’ve thought the only man in my life to really love me doesn’t even like women?
TODD: To be fair, I like you. I just don’t want to do you.
COURTNEY: (Standing up.) Okay.
COURTNEY: If you’re actually my fairy godmother, you’ll find something in that closet to dress me in for tonight. (TODD raises an eyebrow at her.) What? You love New Year’s Eve. I’m not going to let you harp on this for the next sixteen years as the night we sat on my couch and ate cold mac and cheese.
TODD: Fake mac and cheese.
COURTNEY: Go. 2011 is in two hours.
TODD: (Grabbing his champagne flute.) To 2011, may it bring us both new beginnings…
COURTNEY: Maybe this year will be better than the last.
TODD: I think it should.
Friday, January 7, 2011
But in order to get that production off the ground we are engaging the need to raise funds and using cookies to do it.Our second gracious Bake-Sale host this weekend is Flat Earth Theatre Company with their production of Edward Albee's classic The Goat or, Who is Sylvia?.
About the play:
When Martin, a distinguished and successful architect, is forced to confess a sordid affair to his family, the consequences could have the power to destroy his ideal life, and the lives of his wife and teenage son. Martin is left to reflect on the very nature of love, and the outer limits of conventional morality, as he bears excruciating witness to the shattering of his world. From the acclaimed playwright whose other credits include Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and The Zoo Story, The Goat or, Who is Sylvia? paints an agonizing portrait of an American family on the brink of collapse, posing the question, "what does it truly mean to love?"
Directed by: Melissa Cogswell
Featuring: David Policar, Janet Ferreri, Erin Gilligan, and Bill Barnert
Tickets and Show Info:
January 7th, 8th, 13th, 14th, and 15th at 8 PM,
January 9th at 2 PM. - CoLab Bake-Sale!
All shows presented at the Arsenal Center for the Arts Black Box, 321 Arsenal Street, Watertown. Tickets are $15 if purchased in advance, $20 at the door. Students pay $10 at the door with valid ID. January 13th's performance with be "pay-what you-can" at the door. Purchase tickets online, or call (800) 838-3006.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
This weekend we will be hosting 3 more bake-sale fundraisers at 2 fantastic shows.
Our first host is Happy Medium Theatre Company at The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds by Paul Zindel.
The old, converted vegetable shop where Tillie lives is more like a madhouse than a home. Tillie’s mother, Beatrice, is bitter and cruel, yet desperate for her daughters’ love. Her sister, Ruth, suffers epileptic fits and sneaks cigarettes every chance she gets. In the midst of chaos, Tillie struggles to keep her focus and dreams alive. Tillie–keeper of rabbits, dreamer of atoms, true believer in life, hope, and the effect of gamma rays on man-in-the-moon marigolds.
This is HMT's 2nd offering of the season, directed by Lizette Marie Morris (11:11's poe: a fever dream) featuring Caitlyn Conley, Kathryn Lynch, Cassandra Meyer, and Christina Malanga.
We will be selling home-baked goodies as well as concessions snacks and drinks at the 4pm matinee and 8pm evening performances on Saturday January 8!
Come support two theatre companies with one ticket and participate in our bake sale.
Tickets can be purchased in advance at:
or in person at the box office!
Online Advance Pricing: Adults - $16.00 Students/Seniors - $14.00
Walk-up Pricing: Adults - $20.00 Students/Seniors - $17.00
CASH ONLY AT DOOR