Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Rehearsals day 3
This is the first day on the floor. That is the first day we stop working sitting round a table, reading and talking, and the actors start building their performances on the stage.
It’s always exciting: unpredictable because the script starts to come to life in ways I could never quite predict.
Everybody, including me, starts discovering things that none of us really knew ere there.
But this time, strangely enough it's also quite predictable in the sense that I always knew that once it starts to become embodied the script will on the whole always work.
And when it doesn’t, it’s easy to change it.
I feel extraordinarily relaxed about it all.
Even though i was very aware at the first readthrough that, as usual, none of us have ever experienced a play quite like this before and we’re going to have to be able to explore and experiment to find the theatre language to do justice to it.
In the middle of everything else I’m trying to prepare to perform half an hour’s worth of “The Gospel According To Jesus, Queen Of Heaven”, four times to an audience of 10 this coming Saturday, in Room 179 of the Adelphi Hotel in Liverpool
(http://www.tranny-hotel.com/)
The photos I’ve been sent of the space make it clear it’s very lovely. But it’s hard to get a clear sense of where to put the audience. Or where to put me. Or light me.
I have a feeling I should be worried.
But another, strangely stronger, feeling that when I get there I will know what to do.
I'm not sure where this strange sense of calm is coming from. But I'm not complaining.
It’s always exciting: unpredictable because the script starts to come to life in ways I could never quite predict.
Everybody, including me, starts discovering things that none of us really knew ere there.
But this time, strangely enough it's also quite predictable in the sense that I always knew that once it starts to become embodied the script will on the whole always work.
And when it doesn’t, it’s easy to change it.
I feel extraordinarily relaxed about it all.
Even though i was very aware at the first readthrough that, as usual, none of us have ever experienced a play quite like this before and we’re going to have to be able to explore and experiment to find the theatre language to do justice to it.
In the middle of everything else I’m trying to prepare to perform half an hour’s worth of “The Gospel According To Jesus, Queen Of Heaven”, four times to an audience of 10 this coming Saturday, in Room 179 of the Adelphi Hotel in Liverpool
(http://www.tranny-hotel.com/)
The photos I’ve been sent of the space make it clear it’s very lovely. But it’s hard to get a clear sense of where to put the audience. Or where to put me. Or light me.
I have a feeling I should be worried.
But another, strangely stronger, feeling that when I get there I will know what to do.
I'm not sure where this strange sense of calm is coming from. But I'm not complaining.
Labels: tranny hotel; on the rehearsal room floor
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