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Good news: Eric said my lesson yesterday showed improvement, so hopefully I'll be able to stay in the studio and pursue my dream of becoming a vainglorious small-time musician.
I'm performing a scene from Hamlet (I.v for those who care) tonight for my friend Cathleen. This will be my first time performing Shakespeare outside of a classroom.
I've never understood why virtually every high school English teacher makes the students act out part of Shakespeare plays. I don't really think it helps them understand the play better, as most of the kids don't have any theatre training anyway. It's an embarassing and inefficient teaching tool. Huttah for college-level Shakespeare classes where we read the plays outside of class.
I've found it surprisingly difficult to perform Shakespeare seriously, even in rehearsals. I simply can't shake the feeling of pretentiousness. From the language to the posturing to the costuming, it's really difficult not to feel like an arrogant prick. Hopefully, none of this will show tonight when I actually perform.
A plague of slightly-unfortunate luck on the anonymous commenter on my last post.
More good news: I finally purchased the much-awaited mp3 player. Behold its glory. Despite the MSRP listed on the site, I picked mine up for a sweet $225 from e-Bay. The seller apparently refurbishes mp3 players to like-new quality and sells them cheap. w00+! And yes, O gR34+ m4c, I'll continue using this language despite my understudy status.
Coincidentally, some Asian dancers started practicing near my current location when Thievery Corporation's Lebanese Blonde came on. They appear to be hand dancers, spinning multiple foxtail-like objects around their heads. Looks like they're heading to a performance now.
To the mess hall!
I'm performing a scene from Hamlet (I.v for those who care) tonight for my friend Cathleen. This will be my first time performing Shakespeare outside of a classroom.
I've found it surprisingly difficult to perform Shakespeare seriously, even in rehearsals. I simply can't shake the feeling of pretentiousness. From the language to the posturing to the costuming, it's really difficult not to feel like an arrogant prick. Hopefully, none of this will show tonight when I actually perform.
A plague of slightly-unfortunate luck on the anonymous commenter on my last post.
More good news: I finally purchased the much-awaited mp3 player. Behold its glory. Despite the MSRP listed on the site, I picked mine up for a sweet $225 from e-Bay. The seller apparently refurbishes mp3 players to like-new quality and sells them cheap. w00+! And yes, O gR34+ m4c, I'll continue using this language despite my understudy status.
Coincidentally, some Asian dancers started practicing near my current location when Thievery Corporation's Lebanese Blonde came on. They appear to be hand dancers, spinning multiple foxtail-like objects around their heads. Looks like they're heading to a performance now.
To the mess hall!
3 Comments:
Shakespeare was brittish
therefore...its highly possible that he was writting characters which would only come across as arrogant pricks.
the end.
peter,
i dreamed about you.
it sarted out that i was on a trip by myself and stopped to see you....i found you in some largeish complex which may have been a school...but you were busily dying your hair bright red for the purposes of looking like ronald mcdonald. then you no longer had red hair and we had diner at your house with your dad and your two younger brothers (who existed in this dream, though ive never heard that they exist in real life...just go with it. they were around 12 and 7) diner itself was kind of bizzare...the combinations of food and manner in which they were served. your mom was on her way home from work, i recall.
then from there the dream shifted and suddenly i was still on my trip but with my whole family and our next stop was my grandmothers house...only you and your little brothers were already staying there...for some reason. so we ended up arriving and you guys had taken over our normal sleeping places (the the 7 year old was sleeping in an extremely small bed) but everyone seemed to think this was normal and wasnt concerned at all about where to put everyone. i think that pretty much was the end of the dream.
and for the record...i almost NEVER can remember my dreams..and usually if i do....they are kind of commonplace.
Whoa...
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