When in Love...

I know when I'm in love when there is nothing I would change other than voicing that love...

"Censorship cannot eliminate evil; it can only destroy freedom." - Garrison Keillon

Last night, I was quite excited to sit down and enjoy the fourteenth season of my favorite television show: South Park.  It airs on Comedy Central every Wednesday night at ten o'clock.  Since I've been in the play, it has been difficult for me to watch it the night of, so lately I've been tuning into www.southparkstudios.com.  I was heart broken when I read the following message after clicking on the much anticipated episode 201:

Resolution?

It feels good.

Serenity?

It is possible.

"I don't believe we've met... Lady Caroline Bramble."

I can not begin to tell you how excited I am to be in this show.  Although I have put in over 24 hours of rehearsal this week, it is all well worth it.  My favorite part is costuming; I love dressing like my character and really embellishing the character role.  I consider myself a bit of a method actor; once I get started on a show, I can't help but get so into my character.  I almost decided to get my hair cut like the wig I wear (although I may just wait until I go grey...) Today I finally have a night off, but guess where I am going?  Another theatre to see my friend Jessica's show, Little Women.  I saw it back in the day in Canada at Stratford on Avon, but I am thrilled to see it again!  Especially since one of my friend's is in it!

Lady Caroline, as indicated from her title, is a woman of wealth who lives vicariously through the lives of her mother's friends.  She is the equivalent of Edie Sedgwick, Andy Warhol's fashion slave of the 1960's, but of the early to mid 1920's era (right after WWI).  However, she appears to be more well put together than Sedgwick (Bramble keeps it real with Cognac, not heroin).  Regardless, she is exhausted and has secrets that she keeps until, oddly enough, Mrs. Graves opens Lady Caroline up to reveal the depth of sadness that lives inside of her.  The only thing about Caroline I don't like is that she feels it necessary to end up with a man, and so quickly in the end.  I was hoping she would stick to her mantra: "Have you found another?"  "...Another Mrs. Graves?  We are the Moderns now, there's always another.  When the wine gets spilt, there's still the dregs.  Artists who want to mold me; photographers who want to capture me.  And writers!  Well, what woman wouldn't want to be studied, annotated, indexed?"  At least Barbara Cardinale is keeping that aspect real in her own life (especially by referring to herself in the third person...)

Hemingway, The Writer, The Man

"When you first start writing stories in the first person if the stories are made so real that people believe them the people reading them nearly always think the stories really happened to you.  That is natural because while you are making them up you had to make them happen to the person who was telling them.  If you do this successfully enough you make the person who is reading them believe that the things happened to him too.  If you can do this you are beginning to get what you are trying for which is to make the story so real beyond any reality that it will become a part of the reader's experience and a part of his memory.  There must be things that he did not notice when he read the story or the novel which  without his knowing it, enter into his memory and experience so that they are a part of his life.  This is not easy to do."

~from, Ernest Hemingway's unpublished manuscripts from the Kennedy Library collection, Roll 19, T 178

Impossible is Possible

Sometimes I find it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else when something of mine goes missing.  Hence this post: I can't stop thinking about how I am in dire need to get my playbook back before rehearsal tonight.  I took it out of my bag last night for a second time when we were blocking one of my scenes.  I believe I set it on the table... but I think they clear the table of the props in the evening and the stage manager said she didn't see it... (I left before all this because we were done with my scene) so, I am going to run down to the theatre and hope that it is there... if not, I am so screwed....  I can't believe I was so careless and didn't check for it before I left the theatre last night... ugh.  This is all getting to be so much right now...

Away vs Walk Away

"Walk Away" is the title of my new song, a part two if you will of "Away," the first song I ever wrote.   "Away" is about a relationship that abruptly ends when that special someone ceases to communication with the singer: "It's been some time since I last spoke with you..."  However, she doesn't lament, but rather "managed to write something down... anyway." The melody is cyclical, but she doesn't mind "repeating myself, anyway..."  The song becomes more dramatic and the tempo increases when she professes her love: "I need you here, right here to stay," but she is still lost and wonders how is this possible, "we haven't spoken in weeks."  In the end, she just can't contemplate "why you've gone, away."

"Walk Away," on the other hand, is forceful, fast and slightly angry.  No drama here, since she knows she's not only going to survive the break up, but literally tell the guy if he does ever decide to talk to her again, "if you recognize me, well then, say your peace, and walk away!"  The bridge sums it all up when she says, "If you want to change me, well think again.  If there is no changing me, then... walk away, walk away, walk away!"  I have to say, for my sixth song, this one is definitely the most challenging, but oh so powerful and enjoyable to listen to while bobbing your head thinking, "is there ever gonna be a chance for you and me?  No way!"

Feel free to call me if you want to hear both songs.  I'm a sucker for an audience. =^_^=

Easter

"The crown and ginger won't come soon enough... in the Name of the Lord, Amen." ~me

Well, Happy Easter everyone.  Let us not forget that this holiday is all about spending time with Jews and rehearsing lines (oh and guacamole dipped by tortilla chips.)

"Happy Jesus is a Zombie Day" ~Scott Miller