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Work is So Strange by Pieces
May 31st, 2006 2:34 PM
I work in a theater company, so strange things happen all the time. Like puppets. Seriously, you should come see the show (Merry Wives of Windsor, at California Shakespeare Theater, it runs through most of June, check out www.calshakes.org to get tickets. I'm the Dramaturg, and it's going to be terrific).
Anyway, the cast and crew of the show on which I'm working have nicknamed me "Slutty." I'm the Dramaturg, the show's intellectual presence, the advocate for the text, language, sense, and ideology.
To back up, this all came out of a discussion with the audience. Two weeks into rehearsal, about two weeks before we open (this coming Saturday!), we had an "Inside Scoop," where we met with subscribers and had a talkback. The director, several actors, some puppets, and I were on the panel. After the talkback, we went drinking. The actors were telling *raunchy* stories (have you heard of "foreskin shooters?" well, now you have. and, like me, you probably wish you hadn't). So I decided to compete, telling the story of how I met one of the CalShakes company members while my tuxedo pants were off and I was on my knees receiving a "Horatio Fellatio" (it's a drink, you pervs!) from a particularly attractive young lady/dominatrix/corsetted wench (hey, if you read this, I mean wench in the most positive of ways).
They decided, because of such stories, that I was to be labelled "Slutty." So I am Slutty the Dramaturg. It's always refreshing when I walk into rehearsal, the director looks at me, and says, "Hey, slutty!"
Ah, I love working in the theater.
Anyway, the cast and crew of the show on which I'm working have nicknamed me "Slutty." I'm the Dramaturg, the show's intellectual presence, the advocate for the text, language, sense, and ideology.
To back up, this all came out of a discussion with the audience. Two weeks into rehearsal, about two weeks before we open (this coming Saturday!), we had an "Inside Scoop," where we met with subscribers and had a talkback. The director, several actors, some puppets, and I were on the panel. After the talkback, we went drinking. The actors were telling *raunchy* stories (have you heard of "foreskin shooters?" well, now you have. and, like me, you probably wish you hadn't). So I decided to compete, telling the story of how I met one of the CalShakes company members while my tuxedo pants were off and I was on my knees receiving a "Horatio Fellatio" (it's a drink, you pervs!) from a particularly attractive young lady/dominatrix/corsetted wench (hey, if you read this, I mean wench in the most positive of ways).
They decided, because of such stories, that I was to be labelled "Slutty." So I am Slutty the Dramaturg. It's always refreshing when I walk into rehearsal, the director looks at me, and says, "Hey, slutty!"
Ah, I love working in the theater.