Thursday, September 17, 2009

They Can Never Understand

He's Simple, He's Dumb, He's the Pilot - Grandaddy

Dress Rehearsal:

It's a little rough. We're trying, and there's a spark there, but everything's not quite coming together. Not yet. Lines are dropped, pauses go on a little bit too long, there's background noise from the builders. I can see where it's going, and with a few more months it could be brilliant. But we don't have a few months, we have the rest of today before it starts. Well, I guess we're going to have to see what happens and do our best. Are you ready?

Opening Night:

It all came together! The extras are hitting their cues, the actors are getting the right emotional response. I can feel myself speaking along with the actors, saying the lines. Nothing is out of place, all the lighting and sound is spot on. This is the show we wanted, the show we've been working towards. I don't know where it came from, or how it happened, but we did it.


It's a low key event. Someone's playing a slow dirge on the piano, and the mood is professional, but there's happiness here. Lines from the production are repeated, we express the regret that the show is over. We're all going our separate ways now. As the drinks flow, more and more people are joining in. Tears are shed, but it's okay. We've all taken part in something wonderful, we shared a moment. It's a bittersweet farewell.

[Photo from Found Photos, you can buy Grandaddy's music on iTunes or in a brick and mortar shop (yes they still exist)]

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