Something's Afoot update
It's getting to crunch time, and rehearsals are running longer and longer. As it stands, we're in decent shape to go live on March 2. The show runs for four days until Saturday the 6th, for all locals interested. I wouldn't bring small children due to some comedic sexual references, but it's all up to parental discretion. Lines are running more smoothly each time, and the music is starting to come together, with the notable exception of "Carry On," because we were taught the choreography to an incorrect version of the song. That's definitely on my list of parts to drill. And hoo boy, dancing with 5' spears can be tricky.
I'm also trying to learn to belt in a hurry. "The Man With the Ginger Moustache," my solo, sounds much better than it did a week ago, but it still needs more oomph. Charles, the musical director, assigned me a few exercises to stretch my chest voice into what would ordinarily be my head voice, and I begin 1/2 hour work sessions on those tomorrow. I'm fully prepared to sound like an awful, mewling cat. I'm still astounded at how low the music is. In all the choral work, I'm on top, always Soprano I. I've got a pretty high voice, and the strength of my range is about A on staff to about D above it. My solo requires I have a strong G below staff, which is about an octave lower than I'm used to singing. I feel like I'm singing out of my toes. :) In short, it barely sounds like me at all!
Lindsay cracked me up today, utterly. There is one number where her character is singing about the suspiciousness of the rest of us while we're frozen in tableau. She has one line that she always sings about a foot away from my face, and for the love of god, I can't keep it together. Everybody was in hysterics today as she busted out maracas and then proceeded to lose a shoe, launching it into the audience. I started laughing, and if you know my laugh, you know it sounds like someone's accidentally stepped on a puppy. High, squeaky, quite staccato. Erm, unique. Well, my laugh only made the others laugh harder. Plus there was the moment that I completely missed one of my cues because the guy playing Geoff was inadvertantly giving the rest of us half a moon, if you get my drift.
To shift focus, I'm sorry that I'm terribly, terribly behind on replying to comments and emails and the like. I have a list of letters to write (Karyn, Hyp), LJ layouts that have been promised, etc. It will get done as soon as I have a spare moment. As it stands, even my weekends have been completely swallowed by mounting work and rehearsals. Give me a week's amnesty and I promise to stop sucking. Oh, that reminds me! Thanks ever so much for support in the "scum sucking weasel" post. Said weasel has still not bowed out. They should therefore drop dead of a withering disease. Of course I only say such a thing in sarcastic jest, God. Please don't strike me down with some terrible affliction a week before showtime.
I'm also trying to learn to belt in a hurry. "The Man With the Ginger Moustache," my solo, sounds much better than it did a week ago, but it still needs more oomph. Charles, the musical director, assigned me a few exercises to stretch my chest voice into what would ordinarily be my head voice, and I begin 1/2 hour work sessions on those tomorrow. I'm fully prepared to sound like an awful, mewling cat. I'm still astounded at how low the music is. In all the choral work, I'm on top, always Soprano I. I've got a pretty high voice, and the strength of my range is about A on staff to about D above it. My solo requires I have a strong G below staff, which is about an octave lower than I'm used to singing. I feel like I'm singing out of my toes. :) In short, it barely sounds like me at all!
Lindsay cracked me up today, utterly. There is one number where her character is singing about the suspiciousness of the rest of us while we're frozen in tableau. She has one line that she always sings about a foot away from my face, and for the love of god, I can't keep it together. Everybody was in hysterics today as she busted out maracas and then proceeded to lose a shoe, launching it into the audience. I started laughing, and if you know my laugh, you know it sounds like someone's accidentally stepped on a puppy. High, squeaky, quite staccato. Erm, unique. Well, my laugh only made the others laugh harder. Plus there was the moment that I completely missed one of my cues because the guy playing Geoff was inadvertantly giving the rest of us half a moon, if you get my drift.
To shift focus, I'm sorry that I'm terribly, terribly behind on replying to comments and emails and the like. I have a list of letters to write (Karyn, Hyp), LJ layouts that have been promised, etc. It will get done as soon as I have a spare moment. As it stands, even my weekends have been completely swallowed by mounting work and rehearsals. Give me a week's amnesty and I promise to stop sucking. Oh, that reminds me! Thanks ever so much for support in the "scum sucking weasel" post. Said weasel has still not bowed out. They should therefore drop dead of a withering disease. Of course I only say such a thing in sarcastic jest, God. Please don't strike me down with some terrible affliction a week before showtime.