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Monday, November 05, 2007


I'm Leaning On These Dugout Steps, Just Waiting For Your Call

Well, yet another little project is put to bed. We had three consecutive sold-out houses, which is pretty significant given the organization has: A.) never done an entire weekend of theatrical offerings as part of its scheduled programming; and B.) had no idea whether they'd be able to come even close to filling the houses for that many performances. On both counts, clearly it was a great success for them.

Additionally, I'm given to understand the audience in general was more diverse than is typical for them. Certainly, there were a fair number of theatre folk who showed up on the strength both of several known local playwrights being included in the evening, as well as several of the pieces having been done previously for 14/48 (and I'm sure Kerry's appeal to the community to come check out the event played a major role in encouraging them as well).

So, it was probably a good way to bring the venue to the attention of the local theatre community - venues always being at a premium in this town - as well as to establish a theatrical "niche" for Little Red Studio itself.

And I certainly got a workout from the process. I described it to someone last evening as the theatrical equivalent of doing a Nautilus circuit: playwright, director, set mover, live voice-over, light board op, and live sound effects - all on the same bill. In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if I set some sort of local record for covering the largest number of different theatre jobs for a single evening's performance.

Just another notch to solidify my position as a consumate theatrical "utility infielder".

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