The Dodo Bird
Last Sunday was an unsettling day. Perhaps the fact that the weather all day was blustry and grey with winds of 30+MPH should have tipped me off. It became a day where things were left unsettled, strewn about like so many autumn leaves, within and without the heart and soul.
It started innocently enough. By Sunday’s matinee of Forum I have usually expended enough energy for one week, and look forward to the three days off between weeks. My energy level tends to be down, and my muscles begin to cramp up from the week’s efforts. This seems to be nature’s cruel way of not letting me forget I am getting older. I want to do my best to hide from this reality, but I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I have to do twice as much now to stay physically rested, prepared and in shape than my younger colleagues. The show went well enough, and I was surprised this past week that both the Saturday and Sunday matinee audiences were more lively and responsive than the Saturday night crowd. I also noticed the fact that there were good-sized houses this week, ready to enjoy this mindless bit of fluff.
I had made plans to stay in town Sunday evening to attend an “artists night” performance of The Dodo Bird, one of the plays on my fall preview list. Ofenttimes in Buffalo a production will have a performance on an “off night” such as Sunday evening or Monday evening so that actors in other shows can see work by other companies. It’s a nice touch. I wanted to see the new space built by Road Less Travelled Productions, and was looking forward to socializing with others in the Buffalo theatre community. [Read more →]