I owe you all an apology for this week. I’m sitting here, in the electrics ‘office’ writing down a few thoughts before we get rolling on today’s rehearsal. It’s been a somewhat rough show to work on, etching it in fits and starts, but we finally put it all together last Sunday to run the show beginning to end and it was pretty hard to take. We had our first preview last night, and no doubt there are things we need to touch up and refine now that we’ve had a taste of what the show feels like with an audience.
I have to tell you it was not easy.
I suppose I should back up a bit. This is a good show. It’s performed by some incredibly talented and brave people, and I’m genuinely glad I get to be a part of it, but it’s really forced me to remember that ‘good’ and ‘fun’ aren’t synonymous. See, the show I’m working on is The Scottsboro Boys, and it’s a peppy, upbeat musical about an actual godawful train wreck of the so-called American Justice System in Alabama in the thirties. There’s a disturbing, beautiful, upbeat song and dance number about sending a 12-year-old to the electric chair, so you have some context.
I’m glad to be a part of it, like I said, since it’s a damn good show and an important subject, but it has seriously impacted my ability to get any of my own work done. I missed Monday’s post (as you no doubt noticed) and didn’t even realize it till it was far too late to rerun something. Even this post has been a bit of a struggle. And I know it’s not going to get easier this week at least.
So I’m going to fall back on doing some line edits and get out into the fresh air (when it’s not pouring down rain and hail outside) and then, hopefully by next week, I can start working on some outlines. The assistant designer and my fellow spot-op have sparked an idea for a series of short stories that may amuse you all. I’m looking forward to being able to work on them soon.
Just not this week. I hope you can forgive me.