Nevertheless, we are surviving. And thinking lots about what that means, since it's the theme of our new piece: Survival.
One day in the studio last week, we improvised with our Dramaturge, Carmen. Get your bags, she said. Don't add anything, don't take anything out. Everyone empty your bags. You have 5 minutes. Your plane has crashed on tour and you're all stuck together in the woods and this is all you have. What are you going to do?
Carmen directed our improv from the front of the room, cajoling us to "demonstrate our hunting techniques." If this sounds laughable via blog, just imagine watching your colleagues hunt the prey of the pianist's chair with a weapon made from safety pins, tampon tubes and foot tape. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of that one.
At one point we even choreographed a moving S.O.S. signal.
At least we know if all else fails while stranded in the forest, we can always work on our steps for the new musical ...
More on that later. Suffice it to say, I'll be sporting the blow out hair-do of my dreams and singing those catchy tunes...except around the house, where they are expressly forbidden.
On the home front, happiness. In the form of a Christmas tree, some early Christmas presents (a rug for Fred and Gopnik's wonderful essays about the expatriate life for me), and a husband. Just like that this other country starts to feel a little bit more like home.
2 comments:
is that a new rug?
I know of your longing for such comforts as this.
it seems to be working (you look somewhat comfortable).
I was blinded by the new rug and forgot to mention the hilarity of your studio antics. I will be laughing about chair hunting for a good long while.
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