Yankee Funk
Dunkirk, NY – Little is more depressing in life than to come home after a tough few hours at rehearsal for a musical, then turn on the DVR and watch your team fall apart at the seams. I really do take the Yankees pretty personally at times. Sometimes it amazes me how much I have invested in them. Yesterday I had to squeeze in a nap from 3-4:30, then get to rehearsal, come home at 10, only to watch the vengeful gods of baseball unleash a plague of midges onto the field. Surreal.
Rehearsals for Rocky Horror are going along well, such as it is. I am driving the students to learn to be more specific in terms of their execution, and to execute gestures and dance steps completely and fully. It’s funny how they have no real concept of what “camp” means. The works of Charles Busch don’t have much of a ring. I am having some difficulty trying to find contemporary reference for camp, and can’t come up with anything other than the Adam West Batman series. Any help would be appreciated.
Organizing theatre reform in education has taken a back seat for me for the time being. I think during the winter break will be an ideal time for more strategizing with interested parties. Currently the average day lacks enough hours, and I admit freely and openly that at this point of my career I truly try not to overcommit myself and thereby end up having 18-hour work days. 10-12 is enough, thanks. Come November I would like to ramp up some ideas and see if they’ll take off.
Nothing else; resting today, sleeping, going to a birthday celebration later. Maybe kayaking tomorrow. A final push to opening night mixed with a fall break visit to my daughter’s house in Framingham MA. With any luck NY will be playing Boston right at that time. If not, there’s always Walden Pond. -twl
