Today we had TWO showings of Godspell. The morning show was for a bunch of high school theater kids. We have a great program called 'In the Wings' in which several local high schools bring their theater kiddos to our school and starting at 9am we have workshops. They range from costuming to singing to stage combat. Pretty sweet! Lucky me, I got to be the timekeeper for the improv workshop! As soon as that concluded I went backstage and got the costumes down and we put on a great show for them. After, we all went to a great mexican restaurant that's across the street from the school. When theater people get together outside of our typical thesbian haunts, we don't respect the rules of societal norms and (especially if we're in a restaurant) we sing in public. A lot. And very loudly. So while we were at the restaurant going through a few songs, I started singing Bohemian Rhapsody....and it kept going and going. Everyone knows at least a few parts of that song and we were fortunate enough for our knowledge to overlap so everyone sang their bit until we all united for "Mammaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Oooh-ooh-ooh ooooooooooooh!" when Tony yelled out, "Come see Godspell!" Awesome. And we got a few laughs too! We all rolled back to the theater after that and chilled until our respective call times, which for me wasn't very long at all. Since the costumes were still out from the earlier show, however, I did have extra time, which is great because this far into the run everybody's costume is starting to show more wear and tear. The show's concept is not the traditional Godspell with Jesus in a Superman shirt, it's set under some train tracks with a bunch of homeless and bottom of the society barrel people, so the costumes were distressed and dirtied to a great extent. However, the holes in several of the pants were getting just a little too big, so I spent a good portion of the evening sewing up the corners of knees. We want them to have holes, but not to the extent that we can see your knee cleavage (or 'kneavage' as I called it). The lucky victim in the picture is Graham. He's the drummer in the show's band and the band stays onstage the entire time (in fact, the drum set is in the bed of a rusty old truck. It's very cool.) Everyone else I managed to catch and fix before they were wearing them, and then I caught Graham trying to safety pin his knees together and I said, "Oh no you don't!" Drummers are trouble, man. You gotta watch out for them. Fortunately he was a very good sport about the whole thing, even telling me, "You do good work." Before we all headed backstage into the dark.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Oh holy jeans!
Today we had TWO showings of Godspell. The morning show was for a bunch of high school theater kids. We have a great program called 'In the Wings' in which several local high schools bring their theater kiddos to our school and starting at 9am we have workshops. They range from costuming to singing to stage combat. Pretty sweet! Lucky me, I got to be the timekeeper for the improv workshop! As soon as that concluded I went backstage and got the costumes down and we put on a great show for them. After, we all went to a great mexican restaurant that's across the street from the school. When theater people get together outside of our typical thesbian haunts, we don't respect the rules of societal norms and (especially if we're in a restaurant) we sing in public. A lot. And very loudly. So while we were at the restaurant going through a few songs, I started singing Bohemian Rhapsody....and it kept going and going. Everyone knows at least a few parts of that song and we were fortunate enough for our knowledge to overlap so everyone sang their bit until we all united for "Mammaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Oooh-ooh-ooh ooooooooooooh!" when Tony yelled out, "Come see Godspell!" Awesome. And we got a few laughs too! We all rolled back to the theater after that and chilled until our respective call times, which for me wasn't very long at all. Since the costumes were still out from the earlier show, however, I did have extra time, which is great because this far into the run everybody's costume is starting to show more wear and tear. The show's concept is not the traditional Godspell with Jesus in a Superman shirt, it's set under some train tracks with a bunch of homeless and bottom of the society barrel people, so the costumes were distressed and dirtied to a great extent. However, the holes in several of the pants were getting just a little too big, so I spent a good portion of the evening sewing up the corners of knees. We want them to have holes, but not to the extent that we can see your knee cleavage (or 'kneavage' as I called it). The lucky victim in the picture is Graham. He's the drummer in the show's band and the band stays onstage the entire time (in fact, the drum set is in the bed of a rusty old truck. It's very cool.) Everyone else I managed to catch and fix before they were wearing them, and then I caught Graham trying to safety pin his knees together and I said, "Oh no you don't!" Drummers are trouble, man. You gotta watch out for them. Fortunately he was a very good sport about the whole thing, even telling me, "You do good work." Before we all headed backstage into the dark.
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