The earth moving, I mean.
Tboy just signed up for an acting class. Dear God, what am I thinking?
Yeah, so: Derek Goldman is teaching an Acting Shakespeare course at Georgetown this semester, and I've decided I oughta have to learn to do the stuff I complain about y'all doing.
I mean critique, of course. Erm.
Anyhoo, this should be amusing. I haven't acted since high school. And I don't recall anyone suggesting that my Evil Eye Fleagle was a masterpiece of technique -- though I did get laughs, I must say. The exaggerated green eye shadow and the Vaselined hair may have had something to do with that. If there's a God, and if She is merciful, no photographs of this will exist.
So anyway, this, plus the New British Theatre course -- and by "new" apparently they're thinking anything since Look Back in Anger -- plus Timberlake Wertenbaker's seminar on History and Drama. (Islam In the West, sadly, is gonna have to wait until next semester. I think.)
So here we go. I'll be Acting Shakespeare bright and early tomorrow: 11:40 a.m. This is how you know it's academia, rather than the real world: They're apparently expecting actor-types to do something productive before lunch.
Yeah, right, like critics have room to talk. I show up 15 minutes late for the Around Town taping today--12:30, I'm supposed to be there--and nobody else has arrived. We make allowances for Wee Jane, who's always a tad bit late, but honestly, people! It ain't DC that's flooded!
The city I was born in is, though. Jokes aside: Take a minute, willya, and spare a thought -- if not a buck -- for the folks down in New Orleans and on the rest of the Gulf Coast?
Ahem. You WILL inform us of any public class performance we may attend. Are we clear?
Thank you. Carry on.
Posted by: luckyspinster | Wednesday, 31 August 2005 at 22:48
I was quite the Marryin' Sam in my day, if I do say so myself, and I might as well since no else who saw it would.
Break a leg, T'boy, and have fun.
Posted by: George Spelvin | Thursday, 01 September 2005 at 00:19
...and I was Lil' Abner. Wow..a reunion cast of Theatreboy regulars, anyone?
Can there be a dog at the end, too?
Posted by: StephenGregorySmith | Thursday, 01 September 2005 at 01:44
I'll bring the Kick-a-poo Joy Juice, having made my musical debut as Lonesome Polecat ("Indian Brave")in college in 1976. I was so young and naive, I had no idea the REAL reason my character and Hairless Joe were "livin' and sleepin' and doin' housekeepin' in big subterranean cave...". Musical Comedy's first same-sex domestic partnership?
Sadly, we had no dog at the end, but we did have a real pig (named "April") for Moonbeam McSwine to carry around...That pig even got its own reserved space in the parking lot!
Posted by: Still Alert | Thursday, 01 September 2005 at 07:32
...and now that I recall, the talk in the dressing room was, "Is that pig called April because it's the month she was born in, or the month she'll be done in?"
No more proof needed that actors are a carnivorous lot: we eat our own.
Good Luck, T-Boy!
Posted by: still alert | Thursday, 01 September 2005 at 08:07
I have to chime in..L'il Abner was my musical theatre stage debut as well (as a Scragg) at the age of 6! Ah, joy!
Posted by: LuvDusty | Wednesday, 07 September 2005 at 10:39
I'll come too. I played the scientist who takes Abner away from Dogpatch. One of those great, one scene, one featured number parts that didn't require constant attendance at rehearsals.
Posted by: Too Old, Too Tired | Wednesday, 07 September 2005 at 11:11