I didn’t know when I started talking to Matt one evening at Soelburg’s that I would end up meeting and spending a summer with some of the most awesome people yet to exist in this strange thing we call the universe. It went down something like this. I walked into the store around roughly 10:30 in the evening to purchase some potatoes. As I was checking out I asked Matt if he was doing any upcoming shows. “Well we’re doing 7 Brides for Seven brothers and auditions are actually tomorrow. You gonna come out?” I said “Hmm…I’m not really sure if acting on a stage is really my thing” “Well there are more ways than acting a person can contribute” he said. I asked if anybody had ever made a documentary on what goes in to putting on one of his plays. He said words to effect of: “No, but that would be awesome.” So I said, well heck, I reckon I’ll make one. And so I showed up the next day and began a filming. Now I realize that I am a huge hypocrite because I hate being on film and would probably start mentally suing people. I don’t like any photographic evidence of my existence it is true. But in my defense I can, as a result, always guarantee that all human pictures/filmic imagery used by me are carefully selected and pre approved as pretty and/or handsome angles. Thus if you are in any way in this at all, even if only in thought, I can honestly say that even if for some extremely unlucky, crazy reason, no one else in the world were to, I for one find you beautiful. And so this is a small montage of the time spent rehearsing at the Fawson’s lovely back yard/dance studio. I say small because I have…quite a bit of footage. And this roughly takes things up to about a week ago. Before actual costumes started getting involved. I really thought the Irish sounding music of the cranberries would make a lot of logical sense for a play set in frontier Oregon in the 1800’s. And so that’s what I went with. (Then again I suppose part of me wonders if it is really even about the play itself, you know? Or the process of putting ON a play…or the genuine people behind the characters…or perhaps the wonderment and simple purity of imagination…or perhaps the serendipitous bitter sweet improvised play/stage that is life, and how theater/drama takes a person through every possible human emotional state and makes it relatable- head on into the bitter depths of despair heartache and tragedy, to the heartwarming laughter of the random, and all states in-between. Or perhaps it’s a little of them all. Plus some dolls.) Plus it’s Andrew Lebarons all time favorite song. Which I find incredibly, almost indescribably, sweet. I definitely will be saddened when it’s finally time to say goodbye ( I mean I’m even kinda bummed we won’t be in that magical backyard anymore and not just because it’s a perfect place to get side tracked into making movies about dolls— it genuinely is a magical realm there), and, alas, that time inches ever closer. But the good news is that the play itself hasn’t even happened yet.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 04:12:26 +0000
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