Posts Tagged ‘theatre’

Tonight, we put the show on its feet.

New York City: Year 2, Day 173

Tonight, I felt incredibly lost. We ran the show from start to finish for the designers and the only reason I cried in the moments I was supposed to was because I was apologizing to them in my head– “I’m sorry you have to watch me right now. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m sorry.”

Sometimes I feel like I have no business setting foot onstage.

Period of the dark cloud– what did I say?

Two things make this alright.

One: This afternoon, my Scene Study professor handed us copies of a beautiful speech that Robert Prosky made in 1998.

He said, “I was being interviewed and was asked what it was like to be an actor for so long a time. My answer was that on the first day of rehearsal faced with a new script, a bare stage, and the whole panoply of theater surrounding me, the thought would occur that “I don’t know how to do this; I don’t even know where to start.” But, start we would and in the rehearsal process of four or five weeks, I would add a little bit of this or that, a note from the director, a look from another actor, an idea from the subtext, etc. and then the play would open to some success or even failure, but at least I’d gotten thru it. Then the thought would occur, “Aha, I’ve fooled them again! They haven’t found out yet that I don’t know how to do this.” Rex Harrison once said, “I have now gotten to the age when i must prove that I’m just as good as I never was.”

The speech continues, “It has been said that an actor must have the hide of a rhinoceros, the courage and audacity of a lion and most importantly, the fragile vulnerability of an egg. It has also been said and I’m not sure by whom, that the moment of not knowing is the moment that has the greatest potential for creativity. The professional and private lives of most actors are filled to the brim with moments of not knowing.

Actors get recognized all the time in the street or in the supermarket, but sometimes the people who recognize us don’t know why they do. They think we’re a long lost cousin or we sold a used car to them once in Minneapolis. We satisfy their curiosity by saying, “I am an actor,” but I think all actors have some doubt about that statement. We’re not really sure that we are actors, but we are sure that we are lifelong residents in the house of not knowing.”

Reason number two everything is ok: I came home tonight from a 17-hour day, my evening spent in Chekhovian Russia where my fiance was killed, where I never made it to Moscow. I was tired, a little sad, a little frustrated with myself. But there was a letter waiting for me from my dearest friend, Katie The Trooper, who is enduring her own Second Year MFA Acting experience at the University of Iowa. Inside the sealed envelope were temporary tattoos promoting her latest show, a picture of her crazy cat that used to curl up on my stomach in the lifetimes ago that we were near each other, a postcard with a picture of a small French child running down a street, and a letter of encouragement and assurance that she’d join me in New York soon and we’d continue doing the work we love. She wrote, “You need these things.” And I did.

Katie will be here soon. We’ll keep paying rent in the House of Not Knowing together. This thought makes me happy.

Casey is always telling us that where our fear is– that’s where our truth lies. I was scared tonight, but I’m ready to keep working, I’m thrilled that there is work that is frightening me, and I’m eager to find what the truth is.

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My shoe-box apartment in Brooklyn smells all kinds of good tonight. It smells like three years ago.

New York City: Year 2, Day 7

Poet Boyfriend and I got food-happy tonight. The result: grilled portobello burgers topped with bacon and pepper jack, homemade lemonade featuring simple syrup, and St. Louis’ famous gooey butter cake.

Mushroom-burger, stellar. Lemonade, pretty awesome. (It’s even more awesome because it’s being housed in an empty Sazerac bottle. I dare you to find lemonade any more hip.) Gooey butter cake, not quite right. Not the pure gooey buttery heaven I remember it to be. Ah, well. I’ll give it another go next week.

I’ve not had this particular combination of pure sugar, eggs, flour, and butter since I left college, Forest Park, Katie Consamus, Imo’s Pizza, the Cards, the Saint Louis Art Museum, Soulard Farmer’s Market, the Central West End, and Xavier Hall.

Thinking about all things St. Louis has me missing college and these folks:

Maly, Consamus, Vieira and I at the "House of Blue Leaves" cast party.

It also makes me miss these things:

Spending "Language of Angels" strike collecting discarded law books for "Hedda Gabler" with the lovely Ms. Hoeing..

Sledding on Art Hill with Shannon and the gang.

Thanksgiving 2008

"House of Blue Leaves" with Christian Vieira

"Language of Angels" with Billy Kelly

Jegar Fickel. Danny Maly. No words. Only love.

Miss Katie's Tap Class, circa 2006

Tacky Christmas Sweater Party, 2007

Filming in the fountain on Grand with Colin Harris.

Katie and Dylan's Zoo Wedding

Ok. I’ll stop. Man, college was fun. Missouri, you treated me well. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, St. Louis, but for now I’ll dream of Imo’s Pizza and feast on gooey butter cake in your honor.

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In this installment of Lindsey is Away from NYC for the Month of June…

New York City: Day 286
Lutz, Florida: Day 9

I’m a lucky girl. In my first year playing the I Live in New York game, I’ve met some lovely people. One such lovely person is Daliya Karnofsky.  This girl is a stellar actress, talented writer, fearsome yoga instructor, has the most amazing legs you will ever see, bakes like a fiend, and is really, dangerously good at playing with other people’s hair. In a nutshell: she’s awesome.

Yup. You, Daliya!

Last month, a few of my New School for Drama pals and I went to go see Ms. Karnofsky in a dress rehearsal for her show at the SoHo Playhouse, Naked in a Fishbowl– a group of women in an evening of hilarious (and often touching) unscripted theatre. Behind the brilliant pieces of back story and the beautiful relationships at work, there are a group of women (and a man– it’s directed by Hugh Sinclair) behind it all who know how to tell a damn good story.

Well, check it. The fourth season of Naked in a Fishbowl opens tonight! It all goes down at the SoHo Playhouse (a space I really love and hope to work in someday) located at 15 Vandam Street. Shows are every Monday night at 7PM all summer long through August 9th.

Check out their website: http://www.nakedinafishbowl.com/ There’s a link on their homepage where you can buy tickets and I certainly recommend that you do. (There’s even a possibility that Karnofsky will bring baked goods– her character owns a fair-trade, late night, organic, BYOB bakery, so why not?)

I really want to be there tonight. Let me live vicariously through you all– go, see, experience, enjoy. These ladies are offering a witty, heartfelt, and funny examination of what it means to be a friend, wife, mother, girlfriend and woman in New York City. Don’t miss out.

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I should like to make a slight differentiation between the word cheerful and just plain giddy irresponsibility.

New York City: Day 285
Lutz, Florida: Day 8

Well, I wouldn’t, but Mr. Banks would.

Yesterday afternoon, the family went to go see the matinée of Mary Poppins at the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center to celebrate the 13th birthday of my twin cousins. Oh, do I ever have memories of the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center. There, two decades-ish ago, my sister and I paraded around in ridiculous sequined and feathered costumes after months of dance lessons only to watch (and poorly mimic) our dance teacher who was gettin’ on down in the wings. Thanks, Mom! I also saw a play for the very first time at the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center. I was three-years-old. The play was Cats. Cats. I knew every word to every song and somehow, I’ve managed to make it through to young adulthood relatively unscathed.

So. Mary Poppins. The musical pulls heavily from material published in the original books from the 1930’s, much of which the 1964 Disney film leaves out. I wish they’d included the bit where the Banks children attend a dance party with their own shadows, but alas– no such luck. One thing I do find odd is that in the transition from books to film and again in the transition from film to stage, Mr. and Mrs. Banks somehow manage to lose a set of twins and a baby girl. That’s right. Jane and Michael have three other siblings: John, Barbara, and Annabel. They’re probably kept in the same closet/gateway to hell that Mary Poppins banishes Miss Andrews to in the play. Sorry, kids.

What was even more disturbing for me than the absence of three small children was seeing Bert lurking in the shadows with his broom and watching as the marital problems of Winifred and George Banks unfolded before him. With a smirk on his face, no less. Creep much, Bert? Anyway, that got me to thinking about this:

Oh, Mary Poppins. Who knew umbrella travel could be so frightening? In the second book, she descends with Michael’s kite which has disappeared into a cloud, and in the third book, she makes her entrance with fireworks. But always with the wind. The woman sure knows how to come and go. On that note…

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It’s my fourth day in Florida. While I’m reveling in the break from the constant hustle and bustle of life in the big city, I have to admit… a part of me misses my postage-stamp apartment and all of the goings-on of the New York summer. So, I’ve decided that while I’m away this month, I’ll include lists of activities I’d be participating in were I in Brooklyn. Go, see, experience, enjoy.

New York City: Day 281
Lutz, Florida: Day 4

This doesn’t start until next weekend, but everyone in the area should check out Poliglot Theatre’s NEITHER HEAVEN NOR EARTH. I hear that the majority of the script comes from interviews done in Israel and the West Bank and focuses on life under occupation.

The cast contains multiple students and graduates of The New School for Drama– notably my dear friend and rising 3rd Year Actor Gokcen Gokcebag and recently graduated Ema Lakovic, who joined my class every Tuesday morning for Neutral American Speech. Both are fantastic, as are the other NSD kids involved with the show. I so wish I was in town to see this, but you should go! Tickets can be purchased here: http://www.smarttix.com/show.aspx?showcode=NEI5 The show runs June 11th – 26th at our very own theatre at The New School for Drama– 151 Bank Street, 3rd Floor.

Tonight, were I in New York, I’d be checking out the sneak preview of The Neistat Brothers, a series of short experimental films made my brothers of the same name. It’s going down tonight at 8 at the Pier at Solar One– East 23rd Street on the East River. Check out the official site: http://rooftopfilms.com/blog/2010/05/neistat-brothers-sneak-preview.html

So. You in New York City. Check these things out. Because I can’t. You should check this out, too because it’s a bit of advertising genius. And it’s beautiful. And Walt Whitman is pretty cool. Just watch:

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