The General Idea

"Hello!
Welcome to the MalapropCast.
The purpose of this Blog is quite simple:

We are here to open up a discussion about the American Shakespeare Center's 'Almost Blasphemy' tour.

See? Simple as that.

This blog will be supplemented by/supplemental to a Podcast of the same name in which we'll try to include interviews with performers and audience members, cast performances of scenes, discussions of elements of the kind of theatre (no typo, that's how we spell the live stuff) we do. That, and I hope to include a good amount of personal posts and retrospectives on what it's like to be on tour.

Really, we're just here to play.

So come and play with us, wont you?"

...
Well, that was the case, at least.
I no longer work for the ASC, but i do still have the itchy fingers and pen of an amateur writer, and i like the idea of keeping this conversation going.
So i'm gonna.
I'll wax ridiculous about my life, my attempts to get work, and my over-mulled analysis of this world and city and business and, and, and...
You get the idea.



Thursday, November 17, 2011

A holiday hiatus.

The ASC touring troupe is on holiday.
Kinda.

We've got not allot of time to do allot of work, so we're going dark here at the Malapropcast.

Expect to see more on here near the first of February.

Thank you all for keeping up with me, and I look forward to talking with y'all again very soon.

Happy Holidays.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

A thought on travelling through my homeland...

You are EVERYWHERE.























So, i've been thinking.

Dangerous business, i know, but bear with me.

Brief exposition: I was born in California and lived my first 9 years in the greater San Diego area.  Lovely, far off memories of sand and sunshine and the spicy warm smell of desert plants and salt water are about all i have to lay claim to as far as being a 'Californian.'

By year ten i was in Pennsylvania.  Two moves later, i was in MD.
Two years of living in Towson, MD saw my family move to Shepherdstown, WV.
And it was Shepherdstown that stayed my home until...well, until now, really.

I have seen enough of the east coast in moving and general travels that i feel much more  at home here than i do anywhere else.
And this tour is going EVERYWHERE i'm familiar with.
It seems as if every other day has me driving by somewhere i've lived, worked, or studied.  Come the summer leg, i'll even be going a town over from my own college town.  Black Bear, here I come.

All of this said and done, i've started wondering if this isn't a brilliant opportunity to say goodbye to this part of the world i have called home for so long.
Of course, my family still lives in Shepherdstown and i'll always call where they are a kind of home.  But something about the opportunity to exorcise some of my attachement to any of these places for the sake of embracing the rootless, restless life of the *gulp* life-style actor...it just seems coincidentally convenient, is all.

I've been bit by the traveller's bug and i want more.  I want to see more of this big old world than this small corner of a small nation.   Let's see where i can end up on an actor's salary, but at least i'm dreaming big.

Suggestions on how i might say goodbye to my places would be welcome.
Craft projects?  A blog post of stories for each place?  With audience appropriate editing, of course.
If you're out there, readership, let me know what you think.

Love,
Your Malaprop

Thursday, November 10, 2011

15 Miles away and traffic STOPS

Pugsly has nothing but good wishes for the unfortunates involved in whatever accident has halted traffics progress but he does wish that the clean-up crew would pick up the pace!


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Somebody Help! I'm trapped in a luxury hotel!

Ok, not trapped per se.

Less productive, perhaps.

Why?

This place is a Palace.

That assessment is based on one complimentary feature and one alone.  Never mind the beautiful architecture or decorating, the gracious and professional service, nor the fancy pants 'don't come in here without a tie and a haircut, you hippy' Restaurant on the ground floor.  

No, no.

It's all about the...

Shiatsu Massage Chair.

Remember walking around the mall as a kid and seeing the Brookstone storefront with it's overflow of weird gadgets and novelty 'conveniences?'

Of course you do.

Do you also remember being told, a sprightly, fresh faced seven year old, that you had to be such and such an age to sit in the reclining (foot and leg massage-er built in) full back massage chair?

Well suck it, arbitrary-rule-enforcing Guy!  I just sat for 30 minutes in one of those AMAZING things and you can't stop me!

I feel better now, thanks for reading.

In related news, the venue is nice, the shows are great, and I'm finding it reasonably pleasant to be in Kentucky.

The end.