Ramblings From The Road
Oh Dolls,
Have I been on a ride or what? Am I relieved and grateful or what? It's my day off, I'm home with my men, and the dogs, restoring my energy on Twiglets and Katrin's sense of humor, writing a Ramblings. What, am I crazy? There's so much to say that I'm just gonna have to dole it out. Otherwise, I'd be here all night.
Where to start? The first day of rehearsal for "Gypsy" was another table read. There was a collective exhalation of breath and in doing so we all dropped deeper into our characters. How does that happen? Relaxation? Confidence? I don't know. But it was a great beginning. Arthur was as loving, open, and informative as he had been in the summer rehearsals. Work around the table is something that actors and directors don't do enough of. There's discussion, investigation, argument, resolution, all of it leading to an ease and confidence on stage that continues to serve us even in the smallest ways. We are still investigating the play, thank God. That's what I love about a long run. If the work is done correctly around the table, then there is "no wrong" as Arthur put it. And every performance can be a moment of enlightenment in the investigation of character. Arthur has more energy than this entire company, and more love to give at 90 (and a half) years old. I should be so lucky. And the best part is he is still watching the show. I've had so many directors abandon the show after it's opened. We always need the eyes of our director. There is no backstage dish to report as this is an extremely loving and respectful company with a great backstage crew.
My days are spent conserving energy for the performance. I am 59 and the oldest Rose. I like to call myself Grandma Rose.
Spring has sprung! It's so pretty.
I saw an accident on the highway last night and I can't
figure this one out. I was going North on 684 and the accident took place
on 684 South. When we finally got up there, the guy had somehow gone airborne,
hit the massive green road sign on the side of the highway, not a pole
but the sign itself (which is about 8-10 feet in the air) and then, of
course, landed on his hood facing the highway. Somebody please figure
that out. How do you go airborne... in an Audi?
I couldn't help but think of a lot of things.
P.S. I'm reading Nikki Sixx's The Heroin Diaries. I was never a heavy metal fan and never a Motley Crue fan but I can't put this book down. I want to meet him. How did he survive?
Love,
Patti