Some Aesthetic Evening...
Mar. 23rd, 2005 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windelinaI made it to dinner with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplesquirrel only 15 minutes late (not bad for having to navigate Lake Street during rush hour).
And I had a tasty white cheddar cheeseburger and nummy potato wedge fries.
And we talked about directing and shows and costuming and all sorts of stuff. Theatre in all its aspects is such an odd amalgam of instinct and technique.
Mr. Purplesquirrel even paid for dinner which was tres nice of him!
(Dinner was at the Longfellow Grill which was trying too hard to be the usual individualistic - but the food was aces and the prices weren't too bad.)
Got home and confronted the reality of choreographing for Rodgers & Hammerstein.
Monte came down from upstairs and saw me standing in the middle of the living room. Just standing. "Whatcha doin'?"
"*sigh* Choreographing."
Inspiration eventually did hit, and reminded me that choreographing is a bit like exercising a muscle - you need to warm it up, and mine's been out of use since KMK. And it also reminded me that I do come up with ideas and can do this.
Is there such a thing as choreographer's block? Because I swear, I suffer a similar process as poor Charlie Kaufman in "Adaptation" when I'm trying to get my ass in gear to choreograph. "I could watch a musical for inspiration." "Let's take a break and have some ice cream." "That's enough for now, you can finish it later."
So, tonight, I start teaching it to the cast. A watershed moment in any production!
Had lunch with PiedPiper wherein we attempted Bombay Bistro but seemed to be passively discriminated against. We were told "5 minutes" and we sat and waited while table upon table emptied. And we just sat and watched while the guy behind the cash register completely ignored us. So, we walked over to Jimmy John's.
What the fuck was that about? Don't think they'll be getting money from me anytime soon.
I should go do things now.
purplesquirrel only 15 minutes late (not bad for having to navigate Lake Street during rush hour).And I had a tasty white cheddar cheeseburger and nummy potato wedge fries.
And we talked about directing and shows and costuming and all sorts of stuff. Theatre in all its aspects is such an odd amalgam of instinct and technique.
Mr. Purplesquirrel even paid for dinner which was tres nice of him!
(Dinner was at the Longfellow Grill which was trying too hard to be the usual individualistic - but the food was aces and the prices weren't too bad.)
Got home and confronted the reality of choreographing for Rodgers & Hammerstein.
Monte came down from upstairs and saw me standing in the middle of the living room. Just standing. "Whatcha doin'?"
"*sigh* Choreographing."
Inspiration eventually did hit, and reminded me that choreographing is a bit like exercising a muscle - you need to warm it up, and mine's been out of use since KMK. And it also reminded me that I do come up with ideas and can do this.
Is there such a thing as choreographer's block? Because I swear, I suffer a similar process as poor Charlie Kaufman in "Adaptation" when I'm trying to get my ass in gear to choreograph. "I could watch a musical for inspiration." "Let's take a break and have some ice cream." "That's enough for now, you can finish it later."
So, tonight, I start teaching it to the cast. A watershed moment in any production!
Had lunch with PiedPiper wherein we attempted Bombay Bistro but seemed to be passively discriminated against. We were told "5 minutes" and we sat and waited while table upon table emptied. And we just sat and watched while the guy behind the cash register completely ignored us. So, we walked over to Jimmy John's.
What the fuck was that about? Don't think they'll be getting money from me anytime soon.
I should go do things now.
