On the stage
Too shy to ever appear on stage myself, I still hung around theatres like a bad smell when I was younger - lighting and set design were what I was good at.
Backstage we'd attempt to sabotage every production - us lighting geeks would wind up the sound man by putting the remote "pause" button for his reel-to-reel tape machine on his chair, so when he sat down it'd start running, ruining his cues. Actors would do scenes out of order to make our lives hell. It was great and I don't know why I don't still do it.
Tell us your stories of life on the stage.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
Too shy to ever appear on stage myself, I still hung around theatres like a bad smell when I was younger - lighting and set design were what I was good at.
Backstage we'd attempt to sabotage every production - us lighting geeks would wind up the sound man by putting the remote "pause" button for his reel-to-reel tape machine on his chair, so when he sat down it'd start running, ruining his cues. Actors would do scenes out of order to make our lives hell. It was great and I don't know why I don't still do it.
Tell us your stories of life on the stage.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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I played the Dentist in Little Shop of Horrors.
The best part about it was that my costume - a pair of leather trousers - didn't fit at all. So I was actually safety-pinned into them, a little like Sandy from Grease. It was fucking murder when the first act finished (with my death) and I had to run to the toilet. I ripped the trousers open so hard that about four pins flew over the cubicle wall. Somebody said "Ow."
I wonder who they were.
Oh, and that fucking disaster of a concert...the first fuck-up was when I managed to pull out my guitar lead in the middle of the solo on Enter Sandman, but the second and most monumental one was where my bandmate introduced the wrong song and I went up to the mic and said "No. Actually we're going to play..."
Professional.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 17:26, Reply)
The best part about it was that my costume - a pair of leather trousers - didn't fit at all. So I was actually safety-pinned into them, a little like Sandy from Grease. It was fucking murder when the first act finished (with my death) and I had to run to the toilet. I ripped the trousers open so hard that about four pins flew over the cubicle wall. Somebody said "Ow."
I wonder who they were.
Oh, and that fucking disaster of a concert...the first fuck-up was when I managed to pull out my guitar lead in the middle of the solo on Enter Sandman, but the second and most monumental one was where my bandmate introduced the wrong song and I went up to the mic and said "No. Actually we're going to play..."
Professional.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 17:26, Reply)
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