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, October 20, 2011

Saint Michaels After Hours

The enthusiasm of youth is infectious.

Let me qualify that by acknowledging my own youth: I'm 25.
There, i've acknowledged it.

I've always felt a bit of the old fuddy duddy when surrounded by the exuberance of my peers. 

I'm not lethargic so much as low energy.

I have never found myself truly invested in the party life.  While keg stands happen on my porch i'm content to wonder around the house with a water bottle, flitting from this conversation to the next; participating enough to qualify as a 'party goer' but never even dipping my toe into the deep blue see of 'the life of the party.'

Let those better suited to it take the living lime light; i'll wait until i'm cued to speak.

Some might call the condition that of having an 'old soul' but i would pile that up with all the other half-hearted dismissals of the yet unexplained that are brushed aside with some reference to the ephemeral and unexplainable...who needs a sould

Where was i?  Right!  a party

So, to find myself surrounded by the thrumming party evening of the college co-ed is like coming home. 

It's as if the same party I was merrily ambulating through at WVU has simply picked up and moved to Vermont.  Except they have a live dj and better booze.

I know these people.  I went to school and work with these people.  I love to observe and co-exist with these people.

I have loved being a part of this troupe because it has forced me to become slightly more invested.
I cannot disconnect from these people for they are all i have.

But these folks, these lovely lively players and makers and scholars and teachers all...they are INTO IT.

I can't thank them for it in the moment because that would sound silly and unnecessary but i do appreciate them.  What would i be doing right now if it weren't for them?  Sitting in my hotel room, feeling sorry for myself and my discontent at my own disconnect...

Well, here i am.

So, thank you, St. Michael's students.
Thank you for making me better appreciate my own youth and pulling me out of the wings as i participate in life happening around me.

3 comments:

  1. I hope all of your castmates and teachers, etc. read this.
    And it couldn't all the wallflowers of the world as well.

    I also hope I'm not out of line by saying I wouldn't have necessarily pictured you that way, but all I really have to go on is pre-show and intermission. It's really nice to get all this inside information here, though! I love getting to know you guys.

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  2. :) I miss you all. Alicia said she got to hang out with you in Bar Harbor, and I wish so much that I could have been there. I'm glad you're loving the troupe as much as I love you all!

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  3. You're welcome :) Glad to liven the tour up a bit for you guys!

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