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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"Don't look in the back!"
This is more a story of life off-stage but...
I was in a production of Wind in the Willows, and transporting home two of the junior chorus afterwards. These two girls had been weasels, and they were dollwed up in the style of 60's bobby-girls, with flared petticoated skirts, fishnets, and tight tops. They were also, being in a show, made-up to high heven with caked-on makeup.
They both sat in the back of my car, and this - yes, this - would be the night that the police pull me over for a routine check on the way home! They asked me to get out, and ran my license through the system and what have you, gave me a few funny looks, and sent me on my way.
I thank Christ to this day that they didn't take a closer look at the backseat occupants of my car who looked for all the world like a pair of under-aged prostitutes!
( , Sat 3 Dec 2005, 22:15, Reply)
This is more a story of life off-stage but...
I was in a production of Wind in the Willows, and transporting home two of the junior chorus afterwards. These two girls had been weasels, and they were dollwed up in the style of 60's bobby-girls, with flared petticoated skirts, fishnets, and tight tops. They were also, being in a show, made-up to high heven with caked-on makeup.
They both sat in the back of my car, and this - yes, this - would be the night that the police pull me over for a routine check on the way home! They asked me to get out, and ran my license through the system and what have you, gave me a few funny looks, and sent me on my way.
I thank Christ to this day that they didn't take a closer look at the backseat occupants of my car who looked for all the world like a pair of under-aged prostitutes!
( , Sat 3 Dec 2005, 22:15, Reply)
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