Evita (Better Title TBA)

So I'm starting to realize how hard it is to keep a blog while working a full time job.

I've been going non-stop these past few weeks. I've been working the midnight shift (this will change to day shift when we get closer to the show) and I get off at 7am. I go to sleep around 8 or 9 and wake up around 4 to take a shower. If I'm good, I leave my (north county) house around 5pm... giving me an hour to get to rehearsal. Since the city is pretty much isolated due to the closure of Hwy 40 and the Big Bend bridge out of commission... my only two options are going 270 to 44 or taking 70 through downtown to 44.

Much to my surprise, the 70 trip takes less time. Highway 270 is a BITCH during rush hour.

Anyway, I get to rehearsal and we've been doing pretty good with time. We get a ton of work done, still being able to stop and laugh at ourselves a couple times each night, and we've been getting out around 9-9:30.

I have more than enough time to get to work, but not enough time to go all the way back home. So, I usually stop and get something to eat and arrive at work a good thirty minutes early... which my coworkers love. I get off at 7am and start all over again.

Mike and I are living at my mom's place and saving for a house. I realize now that I really would like to find a place in the city... or close to it. I miss being so close to everything. It really puts me in a terrible mood when it takes me fifteen minutes to get to a damn highway.

And in an even more terrible and pissy mood when I have to make a loop of the St. Louis area in ninety degree temperatures in a car with NO AIR CONDITIONING.

I totally yelled at my Dad because I left him my car for two days and still no air conditioning. God, and I yelled at him on Father's Day. I'm such a terrible, pissy, daughter.

I think the only people subjected to my abuse have been my family. I haven't smacked anyone at rehearsal. I haven't had any need to (ha, ha) and St. Marks has A/C. :0)

But rehearsals are going very well. We are almost done blocking. I've put together a props list and I've started to gather some things. There are a lot of things I need to get done soon... like the cards for Rona and Panch, the kids' placards...

I've emailed a guy about a trophy. We may get a free trophy. Keeping my fingers crossed on that one.

I've been able to take a couple rehearsal photos (and some videos but I'm not sure if the cast would want me to post that...). If I can ever find my USB cord for my camera, I'll be able to do some uploadin'.

One of my duties during rehearsal has been to be all three guest spellers. I can spell if I can see the word. So, my technique has been to take my pencil and write the word out on my hand. Sometimes it works... sometimes it doesn't. I get pissed when I miss "easy" words; although I haven't missed the easy, easy words... I can't explain in any more detail because I don't want to give anything away. But for anyone wanting to be an audience member, don't be embarrassed. It's rigged. Totally rigged. There is absolutely no way you are going to take home the trophy. So don't even think about it.

Hey, at least you'll get some free juice.

It is an awesome experience to get up there and be apart of the Bee. So I do encourage everyone to try to be a "guest speller."

Alright. I have updated. I'll leave you with another clip. After watching this, I kind of wanted to punch this kid in his face... I wonder what he'll be like when he's thirty.




-Trish

Incredibly lame title. I apologize. But, hey! It's 9:30am and four days away from our first Spelling Bee rehearsal! And I wanted to revamp my blog before I go to bed... (I may be working midnights and on a screwy sleep schedule but I'm happier than ever because I'm BACK!)

I wanted to blog more about Forbidden Planet and I still might. But I wanted to get this blog up and running again.

More later! I'll leave you with a wonderful clip found on Youtube.

-Trish

As you can tell by my lack of blog, I was unable to be at rehearsals due to my new job. I still had a little hope that maybe, just maybe, there would be some chance of my schedule working out. However, when I took home my schedule I examined and analyzed...

There was absolutely no way of me making rehearsals and running the show.

First of all, they had put me on evenings where I work 3pm - 11pm. Secondly, I was in "training" where I would have a trainer on my shoulder. Thirdly, I knew I wouldn't be able to start taking off right when I started.

So, I called Scott that night... quite upset.

And I became restless. I revamped my training binder for work, I began making a wedding "prompt book" (starting to plan for the wedding)... All because I didn't have a Forbidden Planet prompt book to work on.

And then there was the day at work when the city hall people were trying to hang this enormous metal sculpture from the ceiling. They had a lift and some ladders out and were hanging out in the city hall lobby for a really long time and I, of course, was watching them on the camera (we've got a neat camera system), while my coworkers started a left brained conversation about how much the sculpture cost the city. As a result, I ended up going home really, really sad from watching them and feeling like I belonged over there hanging up art and not stuck in a room answering phones and dispatching police units.

And I knew that this day would come sooner or later. One day I'd have to grow up and get a job that I could depend on. I wish I could do theatre for a living but it's just not possible. I need the money and I do believe that I'm good at what I do. And the adrenaline rush is there... sometimes.

But fortunately, I found a co-techie of mine from high school to run the show. In all honesty, I haven't kept in touch with anyone from high school but I sent out a facebook message to everyone I knew was a techie. I have faith that she'll do a good job and run the show smoothly.

Looking forward, I am able to stage manage and run Spelling Bee because I'll be on day shift. I'll be one cranky mother fucker from getting up everyday at 5:30am but maybe I can take some naps in the booth... before the show.

Well, that's about it. Vicki, Mike, and I went prop shopping yesterday. Well, I drug Mike with me to drive because I had a horrible headache (probably from the fresh air... ha). And we have almost all of four items needed. Yes, four items. Now is the time that I appreciate Scott's minimal prop use.

I'm going to go create a big wrench and be happy today. :0)

-Trish

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Hi everybody,

I am back and hoping to keep you updated with the tech stuff for Return to the Forbidden Planet or RTTFP. A lot has happened since my last post. Hair has ended, Mike and I moved out of the city, we casted the show, we had a production meeting, I got a new job, we met the cast, and I learned that when you google my name... you can find this blog. It's pretty easy and my new employers found it... and they were probably entertained (hopefully). Well, they hired me despite my quirkiness. I guess that's a good thing.

Sitting here, typing out thoughts, I rarely think about who can actually see this blog. I just write and don't usually write for a specific audience. Reading this blog is very much like sitting in front of me, listening to me talk. I guess now, I'm much more aware that anyone can read this. Anyone who googles me will read this. So, hello to all those old friends, people wanting to know more about me, ex-boyfriends, whoever...

You are now reading my New Line Blog. About a theatre company. Here in St. Louis.

I first heard Scott mention RTTFP during Assassins last spring. While loading all those guns, a couple of us would sit and chat before the show. He started talking about this show that combined the 50's movie, Shakespeare's The Tempest, and Rock and Roll music. Initially, I thought it sounded like a mess... Like three things that should not be mixed. I found a copy of it, read it, and was truly shocked. It is absolutely amazing how well this show works.

I'm not a big fan of Shakespeare but the fakespeare that they use is refreshingly funny and pokes fun at the language. And that's awesome for all those Non-Shakespeare fans... because it's usually the moldy, fermented language that we can't stand. (...I'm sorry.)

And listening to the cast album, I feel like this show is going to hold the same type of energy as Grease did. Grease was a nonstop, fast-paced, high energy show. I felt like I was reliving high school prom each night. It was a fucking party. I think that RTTFP is going to be similar but have Sci/Fi magic instead of high school drama.

Which is going to be awesome.

I will be back at rehearsals, ironically the same week I start my new job. I'm fairly confident that I will be able to make all the rehearsals... but only time will tell if I actually get to run the show. If not, I have a couple people up my sleeve - all worthy of taking over during my unwanted time of absence. Although, not being there during the performances will sadden me.

A lot.

:0(

Stay tuned for more!

-Trish

Photo from Here

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I don't think our audience enjoyed the blackout as much as these two little guys.

It sucks because the show was going really well. We had a really great audience last night...

So. I have a nice break between Cue 35 and Cue 36 and so I'm sitting there stringing together some love beads when ... Zzzzrrrrmmmmm.

(That would be the sound of all the electricity going out.)

Matt and I grab our flashlights. We head into the back room where all the dimmers are. I'm wondering if the entire building is out. My board is still running... ready to go... if we get power, we'll be right back where we left off. I won't have to wait for my board to reboot. And that's a cool thing, thanks to our awesome lighting designer and the backup battery thing we have hooked up to the board.

But it doesn't come back up immediately. And the battery back up thing starts beeping at me. Scott stops the cast and tells everyone to sit tight. I follow him out, to see if the rest of the building is out - and sure enough it is. Security is up there with us. They call the Wash U maintenance people... Scott calls Ameren.

It's going to be awhile.

We all go out back to have a smoke, while the cast is leading the audience in song. Chris is one of the first people to notice that the neighborhood behind the soccer field is also out of power. By this time I think we all knew that we weren't going to finish the show.

This is confirmed by Ameren, who says that the power will be out until 2:30am (this means 6am in real person time). Wash U police informs us that someone hit an electricity pole down the street.

Hey thanks, A-Hole.

So, Mike and I go to Ciceros with Dave (the bass player) and his girlfriend Kella... probably two of my favorite people. We have a good time. Have some drinks. Eat a bunch of fried food.

But anyway. I'm about to do some laundry. Mike and I are all out of black.

I just wanted to post about our blackout and apologize.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Peace and Love,

Blackout

It's amazing how normally we would be one week from closing week... and we still plenty of time left. I haven't grown sick of Hair yet and I'm pretty sure I won't. I still see new things every night that amuse me, make me think... there are things that I understand better - like the plot, the characters... It's such an amazing experience.

I'm almost running the show without my prompt book. I know by the end of the run I'll be able to run the show without even opening it up.

I almost posted last week about my little break down at work Sunday night. I think Hair has opened my eyes to see the anger and hatred all around me. It sickens me how humans have no respect for other humans. I won't get into a huge rant... but it did make me feel better getting it all out on to paper. Maybe I could burn it or something.

Mom's coming to see the show on Friday. She's came to a couple of our shows... Superstar, Grease, High Fidelity. She LOVED High Fidelity. I'm pretty sure she won't understand this one and she'll probably be asking Dennis a load of questions through the entire thing... But I know she'll think it was amazing. This is the woman who took me to see Rent when I was fourteen and taught me all the cuss words I know. I love you, Mom!

I thought I had more stuff to say. I guess that's it. I'll return in a few... maybe.... probably.

Peace and love!
-Blackout

I apologize for not updating in quite some time. Hell week consumed the majority of my time... as well as picking up some extra shifts at work. BUT Hair is now opened and I've had three days off of work... so I'm feeling quite wonderful.

Everything about the show is very ritualistic. I have a ritual, the tribe has a ritual... It's very comforting. I get there around six o'clock (give or take) and I start my ritual. I think it'd be pretty boring to walk through details...

The hardest part for me is to not get into the world of the show. Mattman (my booth brother) agrees with me. We both find it extremely difficult to not get sucked into the show and totally forget about our cues. I haven't let that happen yet... I've been pretty good... but it's damn hard.

The show is pretty intense. I hope everyone gets a chance to see it. It really is an experience. And I'm so happy that I get to help make it happen.

I'll be back soon.

Peace and Love,
Blackout