Slowly, the adrenalin recedes. There are some shows that one is happy to leave behind, and there are some that one wishes to carry along as a constant companion. The Bald Prima Donna is going down in the latter category. It was a buzz.It was, of course, a big thrill that we had full houses at the end of the run. And although we started on low audiences, this did have one happy side-effect: the incomparable sight of charnel doze launching onto the empty front seats to yell 'cock, fowl, duck' at the surprised inhabitants of the rows behind.
It's sometimes difficult to put a finger on exactly what makes the journey of a production worthwhile, but on this occasion let's point to the nub with a public appreciation of my wonderful cast. I know at least half of them will be reading.
Thank you, people! You are and were all fabulous. Big hugs to every one of you.
Transience is one defining aspect of live theatre. This one, for sure, will live on in dreams. In the nicest possible way.
2 comments:
yeah, holy shit that production was special. i blame the crowd, too.
"nqsoqszd" - take 50mg every three hours for post-production blues
I saw you five times, methinks, and you were funny as hell every time.
Am pissed off about the missed sixth time, specially as we lost the effing ice hockey.
Well done, Pulp & Madonnas - I will miss you too.
(vshinz could be many things, but I think it is lovely to have it come up in connection with your play.)
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