In Passing.

Busy week so far. I've been running back and forth between work and Coriolanus rehearsals and light hangs and whatnot. I met Bernie on Sunday, he's very nice and very helpful and not upset that I've been using him as a glorified gofer for the last couple of days.

I love watching rehearsals sometimes. I would much rather watch an early tech week rehearsal than a show after it's opened. The shows usually feel dead to me, whereas in rehearsals so much new stuff is being figured out, how to adjust to fit this new space, how to adjust to the new moods that the lighting and costumes create, there's so much discovery and playing and improvising that has to happen. I think it's why I'm always ready to be done with a show right around the time that it's opening. Anyway, this show is, for the most part, good. There definitely some scenes (and actors) that are better than others, but it works in the places where it really needs to work. And there's lots of blood. And Pat Kilpatrick's member. Jesus, if that ain't worth the price of admission I don't know what is...

Ah, I gotta go to bed. Jeannie's out at the cabin tonight, but I'm staying at our apartment cause I have to work early tomorrow morning and I'd lose over an hour's sleep if I drove out to the house. So I miss you, the Jeanners.