- More thoughts on slow drumming
- Reflections on Learning
- My play excerpt at the Playwright's Festival
- Robert Wallace and Total Rhythm
- Reaffirming a committment
- State of Grace
- The Holy Trinity of Music's Appeal
- Cold weather and drumming don't mix
- Cheb-i-Sabbah and the spirituality of the musical moment
- Refound: The English Beat's "I Just Can't Stop It"
A final word
Submitted by Palmito on November 20, 2005 - 12:52pm.
The show is now over. We had an amazing time, and created a show that exceeded my expectations - in talent, feedback and ultimate meaning. We're hoping to expand the show, so if you want to see it come to a theatre near you (and maybe can make that happen?) let us know!
While the show was in rehearsal, the actors themselves were dealing with the questions of life and death on a personal and global level. We started rehearsals a month after Katrina and Rita, and right before the earthquake in Pakistan. The show was rehearsed through Halloween, the Day of the Dead, and the night that the 2000th soldier had died in Iraq. The show was performed in the same buidling that, when it was a Baptist church, held the funeral of an uncle. Two relatives died during the time we were in rehearsals - one grandparent and one six-month-old great-nephew. Close friends gave birth to a girl.
I poured a shot of whiskey for the deceased, and drank a shot myself, every night of the performance. Nicole sang a different love song every night. The actors and the audience shared food and a chant.
It was a show. It was real.
What's the difference?
Don Gato - I didn't know you, but you've become a friend.
While the show was in rehearsal, the actors themselves were dealing with the questions of life and death on a personal and global level. We started rehearsals a month after Katrina and Rita, and right before the earthquake in Pakistan. The show was rehearsed through Halloween, the Day of the Dead, and the night that the 2000th soldier had died in Iraq. The show was performed in the same buidling that, when it was a Baptist church, held the funeral of an uncle. Two relatives died during the time we were in rehearsals - one grandparent and one six-month-old great-nephew. Close friends gave birth to a girl.
I poured a shot of whiskey for the deceased, and drank a shot myself, every night of the performance. Nicole sang a different love song every night. The actors and the audience shared food and a chant.
It was a show. It was real.
What's the difference?
Don Gato - I didn't know you, but you've become a friend.
