Friday the 13th

Yesterday was Friday the 13th.  Now, we have five black cats in the family, so as you can imagine, superstitions are not so much my thing.  

These are not my cats. My cats would kill me if i tried to put red bows on them.

And yet.... yesterday went sort of like this:  due to bad weather, I didn't go to Tel Aviv, missing what my friend reported was an excellent opera production.  My porcelain tea-pot-in-a-cosy dropped and shattered.  Worst of all, one of my cats [not a black one] died after a short illness.

Wait for me at the Bridge, sweet one

So all in all, not a great day, and that got me thinking about superstition in general, and in the theater in particular.  

One of the best known superstitions is that you never, ever wish a performer 'good luck' before a performance.  This is why, before a show, we tell each other to "Break a leg".  We don't mean it literally - at least, not most of us and not most of the time - and it is also considered inappropriate to ask "whose?".  This is theater, after all, not championship ice skating (that one's for you, Tonya).  

Another superstition involves "the Scottish play" by Shakespeare, which, in theater circles, is never mentioned by name inside a theater. Or in a theater blog, according to an old custom i just invented. (Clue: it's sort of like MacDonalds, but with a girl's name instead of Donald.)    If the name is uttered aloud, the offender must leave the theater and perform a 'cleansing ritual' before being allowed to return.  This may be the real origin of "Singin' in the Rain".

You can't come back in until you turn around three times and recite a line from a different Shakespeare play, dude

A third superstition is the belief that the dress reheasal must go badly in order for the opening night performance to go well.  Fortunately, this is not difficult to arrange.  LOGON dress rehearsals have an honored tradition of starting hours late, being plagued by technical glitches, having more mistakes than your average blooper reel, and - in the final analysis - preceding successful opening nights. Phoo phoo phoo.

Speaking of opening nights, tickets to Man of La Mancha will be going on sale soon!  Contact your favorite dealer, or check out the LOGON site.  

Eenie Meanie Miney Moe: How Does LOGON Pick a Show?

The perfect show for LOGON to do would include:  a large cast, great music (including at least one or two Great Hits), high name recognition, roles for actors and actresses across a wide range of ages, a limited number of sets, dancing but not the sort that requires the Bolshoi Ballet, and a family-friendly story.  

Shows such as Fiddler on the Roof, Oklahoma!, Oliver!, Pajama Game, The Music Man, Carousel, Singin' In the Rain, My Fair Lady - all those great shows that LOGON has already done.  

Now is the time to start thinking about what we'll be doing after our 2014 production of "Man of La Mancha".  No, not sleeping for days and then making Pesach - well, we'll do that too - what i meant was, which show to present in 2015.  

Why don't they just do CATS and be done with it?

Many, many shows have been proposed.  A random selection:  Grease, Les Miserables, Sweeney Todd, Showboat, West Side Story, Flower Drum Song, Paint Your Wagon, Brigadoon, Camelot, Hair, The Rothchilds, Me & My Gal, Annie, Little Shop of Horrors, The Wizard of Oz, Bye Bye Birdie, Sunday in the Park with George .... the list goes on and on.

I can just see LOGON putting on "Hair"

The more we try to come up with good new ideas, the more creative we get.  How about a local version of "Chicago" - we could call it "Beer Sheva", and Roxie can be in jail for ... stealing camels?  We could combine two shows - what do you get if you cross "Fiddler" with "Cats"? "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof", right?  But that's not a musical, too bad.

Some of us loyal members of LOGON are, shall we say, past our first bloom..... which would require modifications of some plays.  GREASE - The 40th CLASS REUNION, anyone?  "West Side Retirement Home Story"?

SO!  Here's where you come in, faithful readers.  Please, please tell us what show(s) you would like to see LOGON perform!  What shows would you come to see? Which shows would you be interested in performing?  Could be something we've done before (Gilbert & Sullivan, anyone?), maybe something from the list above, or some fresh new idea.  All suggestions welcome, we'll worry about whether or not rights are available, and whether or not it's a good 'fit' for LOGON.  

This is your chance!  Make a wish - what would you like to see, or even perform in? - and who knows, it could happen..... The Rocky Horror Show..... Milk & Honey...... the mind boggles.......

Leave your comments below, or send an email to me via negevlightopera@gmail.com

That's it for now, time to go practice my flamenco dancing.

Hasta Luego!

flamenco image from blog.awsumgal.com

Rehearsing the Scene

There are different types of rehearsals.  Sometimes just the main characters (principals) rehearse their lines and interactions. Sometimes the entire chorus works on learning where they are supposed to be,  how they are supposed to react to the principals,  when to move, etc. The real fun starts when these two elements are combined, and the principals and chorus TOGETHER try to run the scene.  The first few times can be ..... interesting. 

Stage left, people, stage left!

Here's a sample, which might have been based on the rehearsal last week but of course is COMPLETELY FICTIONAL, and any resemblance to any actual person or event is simply a coincidence.   

Let's say that the following is written in the script:

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello.
Mother: I see Dick and Jane. They have many friends. Hello Dick, hello Jane, hello friends. [chorus waves hello]
All:  Hello Mrs. Smith, hello, hello.
Mother:  Here are some cookies. Please have some cookies.  [passes around plate of cookies]
Jane:  Thank you mother.
All:  Thank you Mrs. Smith.  Yum yum, what good cookies.

Director:  OK, ok.  Dick and Jane are here, Mother is here, chorus - you come in from that way.  Let's try it, ok.

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
[chorus waves hello]

No, no, not yet.  Wait.  We try again.

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello
[chorus waves hello]

No,  not yet.  Wait for the Mother to say hello.  Go back out and come in again.

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello

Where is the chorus?  Chorus, you supposed to come in right away. We try again.

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello.
Mother: I see Dick and Jane.
[chorus waves hello]
Mother:  Yes, I see you too, but could you wait til I say hello first?

Chorus goes out. Chorus comes back.  

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello.
Mother: I see Dick and Jane. They have many friends. Hello Dick, hello Jane, hello friends. 
[chorus waves hello]

Good!  And when you wave, remember, you all say 'hello Mrs Smith, hello hello".

Chorus member:  How many times do we say hello?
Three, you say hello three times.  OK, we try again.

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello.
Mother: I see Dick and Jane. They have many friends. Hello Dick, hello Jane, hello ---- 
[chorus shouts "HELLO HELLO HELLO, waves hello]

That's good, that's ok, but you wait for mother to say hello to you.

Prompter:  Hello Mrs Smith hello hello
Mother:  Hello Prompter  (company laughs)

Ok, we try again. Go.

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello.
Mother: I see Dick and Jane. They have many friends. Hello Dick, hello Jane, hello friends. [chorus waves hello]
All:  Hello Mrs. Smith, hello, hello.  Yum yum, what good cookies.

Nobody gives you cookies yet!  Props, do we have cookies now?
(The intrepid Props Lady brings on a big plate of "cookies".  Everyone is impressed)
Chorus member:  Do we actually, like, eat a cookie?
Props Lady:  You do not!

Ok, from the beginning. Go.

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello.
Mother: I see Dick and Jane. They have many friends. Hello Dick, hello Jane, hello friends. [chorus waves hello]
All:  Hello hello hello Mrs. Smith, hello, hello.

Prompter:  Hello Mrs Smith hello hello

Mother:  Here are some cookies. Where are the cookies?  How do I get the cookies? Who gives them to me?

You bring them on with you.  Let's try again.

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello.
Mother: I see Dick and Jane. They have many friends. [chorus waves hello] 

Not yet, you wave when Mrs Smith says hello to you and you say hello back.

Hello Dick, hello Jane, hello friends. 
All:  Hello hello hello  Mrs. Smith, hello, hello hello. [chorus waves hello] 

Prompter:  Hello Mrs Smith hello hello

All:  Hello hello hello  Mrs. Smith, hello, hello hello hello hello.

And wave!  

[chorus waves hello]

Mother:  Here are some cookies. Please have some cookies.  [passes around plate of cookies]
Jane:  Thank you mother.
All:  Thank you Mrs. Smith.  [chorus waves hello]

Prompter: Yum yum what good cookies.

Chorus member:  But we haven't tasted the cookies yet!

After you taste the cookies, then you say 'yum yum'.  Ok, good, we take it from the beginning. Go.

Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello.
Mother: I see Dick and Jane. Dick:  Hello Jane, hello, hello.
Jane:  Hello Dick, hello.  [chorus waves hello]
Mother: I see Dick and Jane. They have many friends. Hello Dick, hello Jane, hello friends. 
All:  Hello Mrs. Smith, hello, hello. Yum yum, what good cookies. 
Mother:  Here are some cookies. Please have some cookies.  [passes around plate of cookies]
Jane:  Thank you mother.
All:  Thank you Mrs. Smith. Hello hello hello.  [chorus waves hello again] Yum yum, what good cookies.They have many friends. Hello Dick, hello Jane, hello friends. [chorus waves hello]
All:  Hello Mrs. Smith, hello, hello.
Mother:  Here are - where are the cookies?  Give me the plate.  Here are some cookies. Please have some cookies.  [passes around plate of cookies] [Chorus drops plate of cookies. Props lady turns pale, sits down]
Jane:  Thank you mother.
All:  Thank you Mrs. Smith.  Yum yum, what good cookies. [chorus waves hello]
Dick:  Do I have a cookie, too?  Do I say thank you?   What is my motivation for taking a cookie?
[chorus waves hello]

I think we take a break now.  We do it again after the break.  Ok, break now!

By now we all need a cup of coffee. Break, yay! 

After the break, we will start all over again, because somehow drinking coffee seems to erase all short-term memories.

It's Complicated - Part III

Continuing the story of Sir Ulrich and his courtly love:

In his next adventure, Sir Ulrich manages to out-Quixote Don Quixote - by embarking on a jousting quest from Venice to Bohemia, while dressed as Venus, in one of a dozen custom-made white gowns.          
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

From which we learn that cross-dressing was a 'thing' back in 1227. And have we mentioned yet that good Sir Ulrich was married?                

Anyway, let us continue:

"Having completed his epochal feat [see above] of love service, Ulrich waited for his reward, and at long last it came:  the [Lady] sent word that he might visit her.  Yet he was to expect no warm welcome; she specified that he must come in the disguise of a leper and and take his place among the lepers who would be visiting her to beg for alms. But of course this monstrous indignity fazed the faithful Ulrich not in the least. Nor did he falter when she knowingly let him, disguised in his rags, spend that night in a ditch in the rain. Nor was he outraged when, the next night, he was finally allowed to climb a rope up the castle wall to her chamber, only to find it lit by a hundred tapers [candles] and staffed by eight maids-in-waiting who hovered about her where she lay in bed."

But fear not!  This blog stays PG, since, after all,

"... [S]exual outlet was not really the point of all this. Ulrich had not been laboring nearly 15 years for so ordinary a commodity; his real reward had always been in his suffering, striving, and yearning."


And that, dear reader, brings us to the conclusion of Sir Ulrich's adventures, or at least as much as you're going to find here.  Remember that this story only predates Cervantes' "Man of La Mancha" by about 300 years!  The chivalry that Cervantes was making fun of had almost - but not quite - died out by then.  In the novel, Aldonza is not a kitchen slut, but simply a local farm girl with whom Don Quixote has never actually spoken.  Transforming her into a prostitute only sharpens the satire, while staying loyal to the spirit of the novel.  Think of it as "The Onion Does 'Don Quixote'".   So now do you understand the relationship between Don Quixote and Dulcinea/Aldonza?  Oh well, it's complicated.  See? There's a Facebook status for everything.


Source:   abridged from The Natural History of Love by Morton M. Hunt (New York: Knopf, 1959), pp 133-138, as presented in Sociology: a text with adapted readings by L. Broom & P. Selznick (New York: Harper & Row, 5th ed 1973) pp 331-333.

photos courtesy of http://www.alfredangelo.com

It's Complicated, Part II

Continuing the story of Sir Ulrich and his courtly love:

(The gallant knight has just had cosmetic surgery under conditions that make Soroka look good, all for the sake of "his" lady, who so far has refused to accept his devotion)

"News of this ... softened the lady's heart, and she sent word that he might attend a riding party and enjoy the rare privilege of speaking with her for a moment, if the opportunity should arise.  And it did, once, when he had the chance to help her down from her horse. He could have uttered a sentence of two of devotion, but unfortunately he was tongue-tied by her nearness and could say nothing.  The lovely lady, considerably put out, whispered to him that he was a fraud, and gracefully indicated her displeasure by ripping out a forelock of his hair as she dismounted."

Pictured: probably not his beloved Lady.  Photo courtesy of "PartyCity.com"

Our hero, undaunted, presents himself to her the next day and asks again 

"to permit him to be her secret knight and to allow him to fight for her and love her. She accepted his service but under the very minimum conditions, granting him no 'favor' whatever, neither embrace, kiss, nor word of promise, and not so much as a ribbon to carry in his bosom.  Ulrich, nevertheless, was filled with joy and thankfulness for her kindness, and sallied forth, tilting about the countryside with anyone who would break a lance with him and composing many a song to his ladylove, which his secretary set down for him since writing was not a knightly accomplishment.  The messages that passed between [them] at this time conveyed ... her condescension, coldness, and criticism. But this was exactly what was expected of her ..., and he found each new blow a delicious pain; a large part of his pleasure lay in observing his own noble constancy under duress".

Ulrich is wounded in the finger, and somehow the Lady hears, incorrectly, that he has lost a finger "fighting for love of her".  When she discovers that this is not true, she rebukes him sharply.  When he receives this message from her,

"Ulrich paled for a moment, then resolutely drew out a sharp knife and ordered his friend* to hack off the finger with one blow. This done, the knight had an artisan make a green velvet case in which the finger was held by gold clasps. He sent her the mounted digit as a keepsake, together with a special poem about the matter.... [S]he returned word that she would look at the finger every day from thenceforth, a message which, incidentally, he received as he did all other communiques from her - on his knees, with bowed head and folded hands."

TO BE CONTINUED!

* it is not known if the friend's name happened to be Sancho Panza

Abridged, summarized and copied from:  The Natural History of Love by Morton M. Hunt (New York: Knopf, 1959), pp 133-138, as presented in Sociology: a text with adapted readings by L. Broom & P. Selznick (New York: Harper & Row, 5th ed 1973) pp 331-333.


...

It's Complicated

So what, exactly, is - or is not - going on between Don Quixote and his "I'm not your lady" Aldonza (aka Dulcinea)?  

To understand this, we need to go back a bit - to the early 1200s, actually - and consult an autobiographical memoir written by an Austrian knight-errant named Ulrich von Lichtenstein. The original isn't in my local library, so what follows is copied and summarized from a more recent source (1).

"When he was a mere lad of five... he first heard older boys saying that true honor and happiness could come only through serving a noble and lovely woman. He was deeply impressed, and began to shape his childish thoughts in that direction. Even at that tender age, he clearly understood that such service, the keystone of courtly love, could be undertaken only for a woman one could never marry.  True love had to be clandestine, bittersweet, and beset by endless difficulties and frustrations:  by virtue of all this, it was spiritually uplifting and made a knight a better man and a greater warrior."

At the age of 12, Ulrich found a married noblewoman who met his requirements, and became a page in her court. He labored there, admiring her from a distance, for five years. At 17 he left to become a knight in another court, which he accomplished after five more years.  He fought in tournaments until he felt worthy of "his" lady, at which point he sent a messenger to tell her that he desired to be a distant, respectful admirer of hers.  

Pictured above, at lower left:  not Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein

"The heartless lady, unmoved by his ten years of silent devotion and his recent feats of valor, sent back a cruel and pointed reply:  She considered him presumptuous, and ... for good measure took the trouble to let him know that he was too ugly to be considered even in the role of a very distant admirer. For it seems (and the young lady was specific) that the unhappy young knight had a harelip.  Undaunted - perhaps even inspired by this obvious proof that she had actually noticed him - Ulrich promptly undertook a journey to a famous surgeon and had his lip repaired.  Considering the techniques of medieval surgery, this must have been both excruciatingly painful and quite dangerous; indeed, he lay feverish in a sickbed for six weeks."

TO BE CONTINUED

(1) abridged from The Natural History of Love by Morton M. Hunt (New York: Knopf, 1959), pp 133-138, as presented in Sociology: a text with adapted readings by L. Broom & P. Selznick (New York: Harper & Row, 5th ed 1973) pp 331-333.

The Music Rehearsal

Now that the roles have been assigned, it's time to get down to the real work.  We have a cast (of about 30, this year), and we have a script.  We do not yet have a show.  In fact, we are a very, very long way from having a show.  Let us now begin to discuss the process by which this will happen.

You will probably not be shocked to learn that musical theater consists of both singing and acting. Then there is dancing, and the real trick is to be able to do all three at once.  Chewing gum at the same time is not recommended.  Trying to learn all three at once is definitely not recommended, and this brings us to our first step -

the music rehearsal.

A typical LOGON chorus rehearsal

OK, so it's not exactly like that.  You will notice, however, that the men and the women are separated (no mechitza required).  This is done in choirs, traditionally, not out of sexism so much as out of a desire to organize the singers in such a way that those singing the same line (parts) of music are standing together.  Our chorus is divided into six main sections: the women with the high voices (sopranos, mezzos), women with lower voices (altos and lazy sopranos), men with higher voices (tenors; we aren't even going to discuss castrati here), medium voices (baritones) and, last but not least, the men with the really deep voices (basses). 

This arrangement has the advantage of making it easier to sing your line, as most of the people sitting around you are singing, or at least attempting to sing, the same as you. My neighbor helps me tremendously - as soon as i hit a wrong note, she covers her ear with her hand and closes her eyes (oh, the pain!), thus giving me instant feedback.

The disadvantage is that while the musical director is working with one group (la la la la la, basses, not la la la la la), the other five groups are bored. And talking. Or knitting, or reading the newspaper, or practicing their dialogue, or texting, or playing games on their smartphones, or catching a late lunch, or - well, you get the idea.  Our long-suffering musical director, David Waldmann, is hard put to keep such a rowdy mob under control.  

Another typical LOGON chorus rehearsal

(that's the musical director, on the ostrich)

David, a British import, is famous for his dry wit in these situations.  We sing a section of music, and we get:

* That was interesting! This time, let's try singing the notes that are actually written on the page. 

* There were some lovely harmonies there.  Too bad we were supposed to be singing in unison.

* Very nice, basses - but what show was that from?

* Well done, ladies. Now let's have all the men - and the tenors.

* OK then!  The diction was quite good.  The notes, not so good.

* Well, not to worry, it's still months\weeks\a few days until the show opens.

* Could we try that again please, with a little less shouting?

And so on and so forth.  

But now here's the really cool part:  we work and we work and we work.  Old mistakes are replaced by new mistakes.  We get it almost right one time, and the next time it's .....basses, basses, basses (sigh) - let's try that again.  And then, it's almost 10:30 pm, let's try one last time, standing up please - and it works! The harmonies come out exactly right!

The soloists come in exactly on time, and in the right key!

You not sing now, this my solo

It's hard to convey how exciting it is.  To be a part of a bigger, better whole.  To have succeeded. To feel the collective energy surge.  To create, just for a moment, something so beautiful and so rich.  

And to know that soon, once we have it down pat (yes, even the basses, sort of), we'll leave the chairs and go down to the floor, mix up the different voices, spread out on the 'stage' and sing our hearts out as we begin to block out the scene.....

and we'll forget almost everything and have to start all over again.  Are those tears i see in David's eyes?

And we haven't even started dancing yet.....

MAN OF LA MANCHA opens in Beer Sheva on February 27, 2014.  That's 19 weeks from today.  But who's counting?

ps  We love you, basses, each and every one of you.  <3 

The Mouse that Roared

So picture this:

A dank, shadowy dungeon of the Spanish Inquisition, circa 1600.  Below are the individual cells. Above is the holding cell, where murderers, rapists, and various other dubious types await their fates.  One prisoner in the holding cell is the informal "boss"; the script describes this prisoner as "a big man with obvious authority".  

So who gets this part?

Me.  A small middle aged woman with grey hair.  

My son suggested changing the description from "a big man with obvious authority" to "A cranky, mean spirited old lady who smacks unruly prisoners with her purse".  

Remember her?

But did they even have purses back then? 

Since i'm not sure, let's try another tack.  Perhaps if the 'boss' had some serious muscle to maintain her authority?

You were saying?

OK, so I just called the director to suggest bodyguards, but he said no way, not enough men in the cast as it is. 

Of course, there have been some vertically challenged characters who could pull it off.

  Frodo Baggins did it

Tyrion Lannister does it

Perhaps i, too, can pull it off with just the sheer force of my personality? 

Maybe not.  Guess I'll just have to practice and practice and practice, until i get it right......

If all else fails, I'll have to depend on the costume department.

(image from www.partycity.com)

Nobody messes with Lady Knights.  That should do the trick........

Now Comes the Hard Part

So this is how it works:

In the spring, the group votes on which show to perform the following year.  We try to choose a show that will sell tickets, that will be a good "fit" for the demographics of the group when it comes to casting, and that fits our abilities and budget.  

Towards the end of the summer, the script is made available to us [by license and on line only! No copyrights have been harmed during the writing of this blog!] and people start deciding if they want to audition, and if so, for what role.  

     Insert Here:  MONTAGE of people working on their auditions. Play the sound track from
     "Rocky".  Include voice coaches, harried spouses, and an occasional bored cat.  Hey,
      someone has to serve as an audience.

A first round of auditions is held, and then (sometimes) a second round, referred to as "callbacks".  After the directorial (dictatorial? nah.....) team has made all of their decisions, phone calls are made to each cast member telling them what part, if any, they have been given.  

At this stage, a few people will be Very Happy; they got the big parts that they had hoped for. 

There are others who will be Content;  they were given good roles, or perhaps the smaller role that they had craved all along.

Some folks will be Apathetic.  Maybe they didn't care that much, or just auditioned for the heck of it without expectations. 

Now, this might be a good time to point out that people want to be in LOGON for lots of different reasons.  It's fun, it's good company, it gets us out of the house and keeps us (mostly) out of trouble..... But we are all willing to perform, all interested in performing, and that's because we all have - are you sitting down? - egos.  And not getting the role you wanted is a big fat ugly blow to said ego. And it hurts.  

You feel humiliated. Rejected. Inadequate. Slighted. Insulted. "Disappointed" is not strong enough; deflated, perhaps?  Discouraged, dejected, despondent, devastated, desolate, depressed, d'fuka. What's with all the D words, anyway?  But it hurts.  Not only for yourself, either; for your friends and colleagues who didn't get what they wanted, too.  

AND THEN COMES THE HARD PART!!!

You have to get over it.  You remind yourself that it's the good of the production that really matters, not your personal gratification; that as long as the best people got the roles, all is right with the world.  No matter how jealous you feel, how wounded, you are going to show up at the read-through and smile until your cheeks hurt, congratulate the people that beat you out, tell everyone how delighted you are with your role [even if you are merely a fork], and get down to the business of doing the best you can with what you've got.  

Because being in LOGON is being part of a team.  Remembering that, right after auditions, can be hard.  Not everyone can hack it, and there are those who take their marbles and go home because they didn't get what they wanted.  Sorry, that's just not part of the LOGON spirit.  

By next week we'll be over it.  In another month we'll be glad we didn't get that role, who needs all that aggravation, and all those extra rehearsals?  And besides, we love the role we got, or the laid-back feeling of being in the chorus, and wouldn't want it any other way. 

On with the show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

While We Wait

We had auditions on Sunday and Monday.  Some people have been called back for Thursday. Only the audition panel knows what is going on, the rest of us can only bite our nails and .... wait.  Cast should be announced by Friday, but until then - 

here are some Don Quixote odds and ends for your amusement.

Let's start with one of the most recognized, iconic images of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, the Picasso sketch:

Did that get you into the spirit of the early 1600s, or even better, into DQ's vision of the 1400s? Hope so, because this poem was composed in that spirit [more or less]:

Why so sad, my Lady?

Why so sad, my Lady?
For what these silver tears?
Shall i slay a dragon
And banish, thus, your fears?

Oh no, good Sir, but thank thee
yet i weep not from fear.
I weep for being "chorus"
for this, the 16th year.

Be not so sad, my Lady!
The chorus is thy fate.
You may not get the glory, 
but you may show up late.

I dream of being chosen
to have a leading role.
To even be "supporting"
would soothe my wounded soul.

Thou surely must be dreaming
while still awake, my dear.
From whence these expectations
that rise anew each year?

Ye olde Audition Panel
will never give thee votes.
My Lady is not comely
and cannot sing the notes.

Tis true, good sir, and seemly
that you should chide me thus.
So I shall join the chorus
and make no more a fuss.


And now for something completely different! 

This is approximately what DQ's windwill would have looked like, with a car thrown in to give you an idea of the scale:

You probably won't have to worry about this sign when you take your driver's licence exam:

Getting bored sitting around waiting to hear who gets what role in our production? Perhaps you'd enjoy a nice game of chess, to take your mind off of Don Quixote and all:

Pictured, left to right: Don Quixote, Aldonza/Dulcinea, the Padre, DQ's horse Rocinante, an anonymous windmill, DQ's squire Sancho Panza

Of course, some of us can carry our enthusiasm even further than our chess sets.

No, this is not a photo of my cat last Purim.

And finally, just to remind us that this isn't only a fantastic show, it's a show about something.....

Best of luck to all who auditioned, here's to a phenomenal cast and an incredible show!!!!

Feliz cumpleaños!!

Sunday September 29th. A day of great portent and importance. 

And not only because it's the date of my audition (may the Force be with me), but because it's the 466th birthday of our favorite author, Miguel de Cervantes, author of "Don Quixote".  

Happy Birthday, Miguel !!!  

Wikipedia portrait of Cervantes, seen here not blowing out the candles on his cake.

If that collar he's wearing reminds you of something, that may be because Cervantes is only seventeen years older than Shakespeare.  I wonder if they ever met.  ("Thou art a writer too, forsoothe? I shall buy for thee this ale, that we might bemoan our tragic fate as brothers.").

Cervantes is credited with inventing the modern novel, and while he was at it, he invented the sequel, too; the famous Don Quixote was published in two parts, in 1605 and 1615 [an early George RR Martin, no doubt]. Among his other accomplishments:  Cervantes was a purchasing agent for the Spanish Armada and a soldier in the Spanish Naval Marines. His left hand was permanently disabled in a naval battle, but he continued to serve in the military.  He was captured by Algerians and held as a slave for five years, but was eventually ransomed and rejoined his family in Madrid.

Cervantes was married - to a much younger woman - in 1584; an uncle of his wife is said to have served as something of a model for Don Quixote.  He actually did work for a while as a tax collector, and was in fact jailed more than once for 'irregularities' in his accounts and/or for bankruptcy; this is apparently the inspiration for the dungeon setting of our play.  

Most of the elements of "Man of La Mancha" are taken from the first section of the novel: fighting the windmills, the vigil in the courtyard of the inn, and the episode with the barber and the shaving basin.  In the novel, Don Quixote has never actually met Dulcinea, she is just a farm girl from a nearby town.  Happily for the mezzo-sopranos among us, Dulcinea in the play is a much more, er, colorful figure.

Cervantes lived much of his life, including his final years, in Madrid.  In Plaza Mayor, Madrid, is a large bronze statue of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza; sorry for the poor quality of the photograph. Just ignore the stupid tourist climbing around up there.  

Is she really wearing a LOGON tee-shirt?

I went looking for Cervantes quotes on the intertubes, and found the following: 

One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world will be better for this. 

(source: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/m/miguel_de_cervantes.html#g3lZq8WbhPza2GWP.99)

Sound familiar????  I wonder if his estate is still getting royalties.